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"Are you going to spend the whole trip under there?"

Intrigue pulled her gaze away from the paperback, glaring at the red, brown, and white rat harpy peering underneath her massive, rainbow beach umbrella. Saeby's yellow hawk eyes narrowed back, a red bikini top hugged her small chest, while the matching bottoms stretched around her massive hips. Her wing-arms folded, pink rat hands resting against her hips, while her naked tail stuck up in the air, away from the hot, white sand. Her pink nose wrinkled up in distaste.

The dragoness sat in the shade offered by her umbrella atop a folding metal and fabric contraption one might charitably call a chair. Sunglasses shielded her sea green eyes, oily lotion smeared over her black arrowed muzzle along with her light blue arms and legs. Her yellow t-shirt still covered her perky chest with a pair of black swim shorts around her waist. Her red mane hung in its usual unkempt mess. Her tail curled under the armrest, no hole for it built into the chair's back. The thick appendage rested atop her lap.

"I just might," Intri replied from her cold shroud, the shade and ocean breeze turning her shelter slightly chilly compared to the sunbaked beach.

Their spot sat on the outskirts of the lifeguards' designated zone. The dragoness selected this spot due to the thinner crowd compared to the clumped up populace around the guard towers and the wooden pier leading over the dunes to the parking lot. Restrooms and a simple restaurant serving fast food fare occupied a cement block building between the blazing macadam and the sweltering sand.

"Could you please come out and go for a swim?" Saeby asked her harsh tone lightening, pleading.

"I don't want to get sunburnt. Anyway what about Arja?"

The harpy sighed and glanced down the shoreline at her girlfriend. Intrigue followed her gaze, removing her sunglasses to see the white fox near the surf. A light blue bikini covered her modest build. Thick purple framed glasses sat atop her nose. With a long stick in one hand, she traced equations into the sand, her free hand scratching her head as she concentrated.

"She's occupied," the feathered rodent sighed. "So, come on, just race me down to the nearest lifeguard tower and back."

"I don't want to," Intri shifted in her seat, raising her novel to block the sight of her friend.

"Come on! What was the point in coming if all you're gonna do is sit and read?"

"You girls voted for the beach. I wanted to tour the museum," she replied in a cold, spiteful voice.

"We'll do that tomorrow!" Saeby whined, stomping a talon against the sand. "Trust me, the water's nice and warm!"

"I've been here before. It's frigid," she remembered lots of camping trips with the family around this area and the vacation always included several hours on the beach. Intrigue's light skin burnt easily, giving her almost a month of constant fiery, itching pain every summer. She eventually quit the physical activities and settled for huddling in the shade with a book or something to entertain herself.

"You suck," Saeby deadpanned.

"Oh!" Arja squealed. "Honey, come here! I think I've solved it!"

"Coming, dear," Sighing, the bird shot one last dirty look at the dragon, before trekking down the sand towards her mate's incomprehensible drawings. Intri saw her attempt to inject some enthusiasm into her steps, but this part of Arja's paranormal research truly bored her girlfriend.

Intrigue shrugged her shoulders, waiting for the bird to reach her fox. As she stood next to Arja and focused her attention on a soul-crushing lecture, the dragoness dropped her book into her lap and rested her cheek on her palm. Her eyes stretched wide, her mouth curled into a frustrated growl. She felt so damned bored! She didn't want to hop in the salty, thrashing waves, but the text read so dry and plain whenever it wasn't posturing grandly over frivolous things. If it weren't for the uncomfortable folding chair, she'd take a nap.

Her dark other half stirred, the ancient spirit's thoughts brushing against her mind, distinguishable from her own musings by their empty, wordless nature, feelings, sights, and sounds coming together to form a primitive, yet effective form of communication. A deep, primal yawn filled her mind's ears. Lilith shared her boredom.

They glanced up and down the beach, looking for inspiration. Pups, kittens, and hatchlings splashed in the water. Creatures sunned themselves on towels laid over the sand. Several people huddled under their own umbrellas, hiding from the harsh sunlight same as her.

She considered jumping out of her chair and taking her chances with the suntan lotion. Lilith possessed a number of dark powers, maybe something to help prevent or heal the painful reddening. Though she sometimes acted fickle with her gifts and might consider a simple burn a waste of energy. She envied Arja and Saeby with their thick, protective coats of fur and feathers respectively.

In need of entertainment, Intri closed her eyes and focused the hot magic inside her. The sunglasses would probably hide the red glow of her pupils, but she didn't want to take any chances of being noticed. Her consciousness spread over the beach, touching minds, searching for someone's harmless fantasizing. With all the bare fur and flesh on display, there must be some fantasies worth reading.

Lilith fed on emotions, primarily lust. One ability allowed her to see the hidden desires buried in people's minds, all the better to bring those fantasies to life for a quick snack. Intri only wanted a brief bit of entertainment; her trashy romance novel a disappointment, she hoped someone on the cursed point could author a better sort of narrative.

As she cast her mental net, bits of people's thoughts filtered to her. She found a couple narcissistic male sharks showing off their sculpted muscles, several innocent youngsters already enjoying their ultimate idea of fun, and a raccoon with a metal detector dreaming of finally striking it rich. Intri sighed, already thinking of giving up.

Her ears snapped to attention, her back stiffening against her chair as the sweet nectar of lust filled her other half's belly.

Her supernatural senses honed in on the source, the white sand and dark waves fading away. The dragon groaned, a bright light shining in her mind's eye. She lowered her head away from the sun and glanced around, finding herself hovering above a wall of boulders stacked farther down the beach looking back at her original location. Intri scanned the shoreline from her perch, this person's particular fantasy at that moment, involved doing something hidden away, yet close to the public. That sort of fetish forced her to search the constructed world for her culprit instead of popping her in in the middle of the action.

Touching down on warm stone, the dragoness walked along the wall, figuring it the best place to duck for a quick rendezvous out of sight. The sounds of soft feminine moans confirmed her suspicions as she neared the water.

Where the rocky wall met the waves, Intri found her deviant daydreamer. Another smooth-skinned dragon mutt like her, the grey lizard braced against the hard wall, her knees beneath the waves as her tail lifted upwards. Straight neon blue hair framed her light blue eyes. No horns or ears decorated her head, only the short triangular snout and leathery wings betrayed her dragonic heritage. A hulking dark gray shark stood behind the bent-over female, his waist flush with her rear, rocking against it in time with her moans.

Intri paused, watching the pair grind against each other. Lithy hissed approving of the display as the dragon felt her sheathe stir. The water-logged lovers continued their fervent humping, nothing changing as the fantasy lingered only as an unfulfillable dream.

Blinking, the dragoness returned to reality. She twisted around, looking for the gray female from the vision. Her range only extended fifteen feet, so she needn't leave her chair.

On a white blanket nearer the thick crowd, she found her quarry, nestled alongside three other creatures. The dragoness rested on her stomach, wearing a red string bikini. A white lynx girl lay to her left alongside a watchful, sitting Doberman who glared at any male whose gaze lingered too long in their direction. Luckily, Intrigue's spot sat behind and to their left, so she avoided his watchful eye while still being able to spy.

The fourth member of their group seemed out of place. Only his position on the dragoness' right flank confirmed the pudgy beaver belonged with the two stunning girls and the hunky, built canine. He wore black swim trunks decorated with red flowers. Frameless glasses sat in front of his dark brown eyes. His closeness to the gray dragoness led Intri to wonder if they were a couple, but then her fantasy didn't include the beaver at all.

Curious, Intri's gaze shifted to the mammal. Her eyes glowed, her chair and the beach disappearing from underneath her. Hard wood pressed against her bare feet. Raising her head, a splendorous church stretched before her. Empty wooden pews lined an aisle, the sun lighting the whole building fantastically as it streamed through undefined shapes in the stained glass.

She clicked her tongue, unimpressed by the fantasy decor. Turning around revealed the black void in the wall next to her, a piece of the picture the mind didn't fill in, much like the murky, stained image on the windows.

Her beaver stood at the altar, a featureless, silhouetted priest next to him. He looked taller and his gut didn't hang out so far in the clean white suit. Otherwise, his appearance from reality remained familiar, his cheeks and throat still pudgy.

The piano droned out the wedding march. The groom beamed at the other end of the room. The bride appeared from a murky shrouded door. Intri recognized the smooth, pale grey shoulders and their matching wings even if the veil, lacy, white dress, and long gloves covered almost everything else. Her thick tail stuck out behind her, straight and dignified.

Intrigue crossed her arms. She rarely found fantasies like this. While a little sweet, she also found it naive and a little depressing that the object of the beaver's pure affections would rather be fiercely rutting with a beefy shark.

Her cynical, snarky heart clenched full of sympathy for the awkward, little mammal. Together with her dark half, Intri decided to help him realize his dream, the two forming a plan.

She dropped back to reality and realized that was easier thought than done. Though they came late in the summer, people still covered the beach. To work her magic, she needed to get the beaver or dragoness alone, or risk causing a stir. Settling back into her chair, Intrigue tilted her large ears ever so slightly towards the four.

"Want to go for a walk, Erika?" the chubby beaver stood up. He stared expectantly at the dragoness, the rest of the group excluded from his invitation. They looked disinterested anyway.

"No, thanks, babe," Erika craned her head away from him. "Gotta finish this tan. You can go ahead by yourself if you want."

A pause, the beaver stared at the gray reptile. His lower lip trembled slightly, before he exhaled, breathing out the stress. "Okay, sure. Maybe we'll check out the other end of the beach after I get back?"

"Sure, sounds like fun," she muttered, face buried in her arms.

The beaver started his walk, moving away from Intrigue. The succubus lingered, waiting to see if the trio said more in the beaver's absence. She knew the male's direction up the beach and shouldn't have much trouble catching up with the little waddling mammal.

"Seriously, Erika, why date that wimp?" the Doberman asked, glaring sideways in the beaver's direction.

"Yeah, you could do so much better," her lynx friend added in a high, valley girl voice.

"Hey, Sandy's all right," the dragoness replied lamely.

"Oh, come on, you're just dating that nerd out of pity," Valley-lynx said.

"Okay, maybe I thought he was cute," Erika grumbled, burying her blushing face in her arms. "It's nice to try new things, but turns out he's not really my type! So you guys don't have to worry about putting up with him for much longer."

Her gaze shifted back to the muscular shark dude lounging near the water.

Intri stuck her tongue out in disgust, taking a quick look inside the fantasies of Erika's eye candy. The fish sat on a large pillow, surrounded by shadowy female shapes, none of them important enough to be given features or distinguishing characteristics next to the self-absorbed shark and his abs.

The herm shifted back to reality, even more determined to help Sandy the beaver keep his girlfriend.

Jumping out of her chair, she strode in the beaver's direction, weaving around folding chairs, towels, and umbrellas. She passed Saeby and Arja, the later still explaining the complex, five foot long formula scrawled in the wet sand to the former.

The harpy spotted the dragoness, her broken, bored eyes lighting up with hope. She shouted after Intrigue. "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom! Be right back!"

"Take me with you!" the feathered rat exclaimed.

"What?" Arja glared at her girlfriend, glasses glowing dangerously in the sunlight.

Intrigue ignored the duo, moving farther towards the water where the crowd thinned out to only those interested in playing there. Brown grainy earth squished between her toes as she trekked along, searching for the squat brown rodent.

The colorful assortment of mammals, reptiles, and fish grew as she neared the bathhouses and the main parking lot, before thinning out again. From there, white stretches of barren sand curved into the distance. If the beaver hiked far enough into this private expanse, the dragoness could strike.

Intrigue lingered near the crowd, scanning for her target, praying the scrawny-legged beaver hadn't turned back. The compact, brown ball of fur plodded along the water's edge ahead of her. He made good time, despite his short little limbs. She started towards him, whistling innocently with hands behind her head.

Sandy missed his devious, dragonic shadow. Head down, he walked along the shore, salt water lapping between his toes. A refreshing coolness seeped into his ankles while the warm sun beamed down on his back. A gentle sea breeze brushed along the coast.

The beaver heaved a loud, remorseful sigh. Erika's mind and heart remained a mystery to the hapless mammal. He suspected pity motivated the beautiful, popular girl into dating him. College Sandy remained the same as high school Sandy, shy and nigh clueless about injecting passion into a romance.

He wondered if anything in the world could help him keep the spunky, sexy dragoness. Her growing disinterest in their relationship after two months of happiness hurt like a dagger in the chest. Doubtfulness told the beaver he should expect this and practicality insisted there would be other girls, but Sandy enjoyed the relationship they'd built and dread seeing it fall apart. That's why he joined this beach trip with Erika's friends, hoping somehow to rekindle the excitement from their early days.

"Hello there, little furry," a soft, female voice hissed from behind him.

Halting, Sandy turned to find a tall blue dragoness an arm's length away, her green eyes narrowed, looking him over. Her wings spread out wide, casting a large menacing shadow over the tiny rodent.

"You seem a bit lost," she said lowly, throat rumbling, growls distorting her words.

"No, I'm fine. My friends are just down the beach a ways," Sandy replied, blushing slightly as he noticed the ample bust restrained beneath her yellow shirt.

A stunned Intrigue teetered in place, feeling like the sand was washing away beneath her feet. Steadying herself, the herm cleared her throat, still attempting to affect her dark, sultry voice, despite the clueless beaver's polite demeanor.

"Are you certain you don't need help?" she asked, fangs bared and eyes glowing crimson.

The beaver blushed, head lowered. He stared at Intri's feet, too short to meet the demoness' morphed eyes and politely reluctant to ogle her chest. Somehow he missed her low, threatening tone. "No, thank you!"

"Oh, you're fucking hopeless!" she growled, throwing her hands up in the air.

"What?" Sandy exclaimed, shocked by her sharp, sudden attitude shift.

"You heard me!" the frustrated monster exclaimed. "Lucky for you, I'm bored or I wouldn't bother doing this at all."

The plump mammal stepped back, noticing the angry red glow in her eyes as shiny black tentacles wriggled from her back around her wings. His breath caught in his throat, panic and confusion stunning the beaver. He'd never seen a demon showing off their powers this close. His experience with magic stopped at the TV screen with a few documentaries and magic shows. Being a practical guy, he held little interest in the subject.

"Please don't eat me!" Sandy begged, stumbling backwards. The uneven slope of the sand tripped the scared mammal. He fell on top of his own leathery tail as Intri sauntered closer.

'Why does everyone think I want to eat them?' the dragoness wondered, kneeling in front of her latest fascination. "Shut up."

Leaning closer, her jaws neared Sandy's vulnerable neck. Terrified and helpless, the powerless beaver raised a hand, hesitating to shove the dragoness as her voluminous bust filled his vision. He closed his eyes and turned his head away, bracing for the fatal bite.

Claws brushed through the fur on his cheek, gently turning his face towards hers. His eyes squeezed shut, wet, pathetic whimpers vibrating in his throat. Hot breath drifted over his short muzzle. The heat's source drew nearer, warm flesh brushed against Sandy's lips.

Intri's weight settled on top the rodent's tail. Her mounds pressed against his chest, one palm in the sand to keep her upright, while the other gripped the back of his head.

A soft, wet tongue brushed over Sandy's cheek. The beaver whimpered, eyes peering open as the dragon rubbed her snout against his chin.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused.

Her tentacles snared his wrists and ankles, holding them in place while the crazy demoness rubbed her body against his chest, her heavy breasts pressing against his ribs as his heart thundered. She licked his cheek again, drool trailing off her long, pink tongue.

"Showing you what your lady friend wants," Intrigue replied, hooking her paws over his shoulders, pressing his back against the sand. Her groin rubbed against his waist.

"Erika? What are you talking about? How do you know her?"

"I've got special insight," the dragon licked her lips, grinning wickedly. "You want to thrill your girlfriend, then you've gotta get frisky, take control."

Her claws rubbed down his chest, the sharp tips poking his skin, triggering bursts of soft pain as his breath caught in his throat.

He mumbled jaw too slack to respond. Intrigue leaned closer, lips pursed. The beaver pulled back, his head hit the sand, nowhere to go with the rubbery ties restraining his limbs.

Thinking of Erika, Sandy closed his mouth and tilted his head away, not wanting to betray his girlfriend. A thin tentacle curled around his muzzle and angled his head back towards the demoness.

Intri planted a wet kiss on the beaver's lips, magic coursing through her saliva, soaking into Sandy's skin. His scrunched-up face relaxed, his cheeks glowing red. Objections faded from his mind, lips parting, welcoming the dragon's tongue into his mouth. Intrigue felt the mammal's flat teeth, focusing on the prominent incisors in her delicate exploration.

Heat filled Sandy's body, excitement supplanting panic and fear. The dragon's hand slid into his shorts, smooth skin sliding against his sack. Moaning, the beaver relaxed in the grip of her tentacles, his penis emerging from its sheath. Intrigue's fingers wrapped around the flaccid cock, pulling it free before rubbing her palm down it.

Her lips separated from Sandy's. She stared into the beaver's eyes, watching the outline of glowing red form around his pupils as her corruption claimed him. He stared at her, gasping and panting, cheeks flushed.

The temptation to take the beaver for herself grew, her body hot and needy, her rod swelling from its sheath as her balls ground against the male's waist. Her hand slid along the mammal's thin hard-on. It might be small, but Intri knew size wasn't everything.

With a regretful growl, the dragoness pulled her hand out of his pants and stood up, her tentacles retracting into her back while her eyes faded to their natural sea green.

Sandy laid at her feet, panting and gasping with need, a small crease in his shorts visible to the discerning eye. His legs and arms remained spread despite her tentacles retreat. He stared at her with confused longing.

"Sorry, hun," Intrigue turned away. "I'm just not in the mood. There are some secluded rocks down at the other end of the beach if you know someone who is though..."

Wet sand clung to his back as he stood up. The tall dragon's long legs carried her away, a large gap growing between them. Sandy's belly turned nerves raw, face flushing as his confused brain tried to process the shocking events.

He started his walk towards the crowded section of the beach, swatting at his back to dislodge the sand clinging to his fur. His heart pounded in his chest and blood raced through his veins, a powerful hunger spreading from his beet red face to the rest of his body. The loose lining of his swimsuit brushed over his sack and half-erect penis. Wet pre dripped from its head, trickling down his length.

Shivering with desire, Sandy paused, soaking his heels in the rolling beach waves. The heat persisted in his body, resisting the cold. He considered diving into the freezing ocean to banish the hungry, itchy hotness.

His remaining measure of rationality wondered if anything could soothe the fire the mysterious succubus had ignited. A primal, animalistic urge filled him as his thoughts turned to Erika, remembering her scaly curves barely hidden under a small bikini.

His paws curled into fists, Sandy feared they'd grasp his hard-on at any moment and then he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He considered running and disappearing behind the dunes to satisfying the mounting urges, but warning signs and a rickety, wooden fence blocked the way.

Gazing forward again, he noticed the blue dragoness had disappeared into the distant crowd. Tension mounting, the beaver dashed down the beach, little feet pounding against the moist ground.

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"Erika!" the dragoness raised her head. Sandy's breathless voice squeaked out, higher than usual. The beaver stopped in front of their spot, bending over and panting, exhausted from his run.

The gray reptile lay on her belly, hands pressed under her chest to support her, staring at her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with a worried frown. Running back flushed his face, turning it bright red.

"Come on, I need to talk to you," he wheezed out, still bent over.

"Can't it wait?" she asked.

The plump mammal straightened up, his shoulders rocking slowly as his gasps faded. He stared at her, eyes bright, mouth set in a tense grimace. His fingers clenched and unclenched full of desperate energy.

"No, now come on!" he reached down, grabbing her thin wrist in his small paw. His paw closed with surprising strength.

"Hey, easy there, man," Danny stepped towards him, his canine muzzle set in a disapproving frown.

Erika stumbled to her feet, the beaver tugging on her arm, exhibiting strength and enthusiasm she'd never seen in him before. She could easily break the short, fat rodent's grip, but something stopped her, perhaps the soft waver in his voice or the desperate shimmer in his brown eyes.

"It's fine, Danny," the dragoness said, stumbling, hunched over as he dragged her away.

They watched them disappear through the crowd. The Doberman's arms crossed, his eyebrow cocked in puzzlement. His cat friend raised her head, tired from bathing in the warm sun.

"Wonder what got into him?" she mused.

Intrigue peered over her book, nestled safely back under her shady umbrella. She grinned as the couple cut through the crowd in front of her, keeping her muzzle hidden behind her novel with a sunhat borrowed from Arja hiding her bright red hair.

"Where are we going?" Erika asked, her outstretched arm starting to hurt. Her bent spine ached softly. "Seriously, you don't have to drag me."

Sandy's eyes darted back and forth, guiding them through the herd of creatures, searching for those rocks the dragoness mentioned. He spotted the dark line of stones in the distance. His pace quickened, still hauling Erika by the wrist, afraid the dragoness would vanish if he released her.

Erika's patience and fascination with her mate's domineering attitude faded as her arm and shoulder discomfort grew. As they reached the wall of stones, she pulled away, breaking Sandy's grasp on her. She glared, arms crossed over her bust. His face fell, brown eyes watery.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked. Her waning patience hardened her tone.

Sandy's courage failed for a moment under the dragoness' cold glare. His hands met in front of his chest, fingers cupping their counterparts curled into a fist. His skin itched, uncomfortable under his fur.

A flood of hormones burst through his body as his nervous swaying rubbed his groin against the inside of his swimsuit. His head raised, Sandy's smooth white breasts at eye level, her gray arms folded overtop them with bright red fabric peeking through. He had yet to see his girlfriend fully naked or any girl for that matter.

Cheeks glowing, he launched himself forward. Stubby arms wrapped around Erika's shoulders, dragging her downwards. Sandy's mouth covered hers, kissing her with force and passion. After recovering from the shock, she responded in kind, rubbing her mouth against the moaning beaver's lips.

"What has gotten into you?" she asked as their lips drifted apart. The shy male never kissed her like that, his ideas of romance too cutesy and delicate.

Sandy ignored her question, leaning forward. His tongue licked over her sunbaked belly. She gasped; the wet organ sloughing over her abs. Prominent incisors gently nipped at her soft skin, kisses and licks intermittently teasing her.

Soft paw pads drifted up her thighs, settling against her waist. Sandy's thumbs curled under her bottoms and pulled. Erika yelped, pushing the beaver away and grabbing her bikini. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment.

The male landed on his tail in the sand. His head lowered, ashamed. His shy demeanor returned, even though his lecherous eyes locked on her waist. "Sorry."

"It's fine," Erika said, surprising both herself and Sandy. Her skin tingled as excitement sank into her body. She glanced around; making sure no one had noticed their intense little make out. The crowd remained bunched up down the shore, the pair virtually alone and unnoticed. "I honestly didn't think you had it in ya to be so brazen."

"We should stop," the beaver said, arms resting between his folded legs. His eyes narrowed in frustration.

"No!" the dragon exclaimed. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the desperate male rocking against his arms. His bright red face caused by something stronger than his exertion. "We got this far, let's keep going."

"Really?"

Erika nodded her face bright as heat filled her body.

She extended a hand, helping Sandy back to his feet. As he stood up, his groin pushed against his shorts, outlining his small, erect package for her to admire. The dragoness hummed in thought, wondering how it'd feel lodged inside her.

"Come on."

Hooking a claw onto the nearest boulder, Erika climbed atop the wall. She turned and glanced down, ready to help her small mate up, but the beaver already found a short rock in the stack, leapt atop it, and then onto a higher ledge. They clambered across the uneven pile of stone, heading for the secluded far side. Sandy took the lead, sliding down near the water's edge, the outcropping extended out into the waves, providing a wide shield from curious, prying eyes. The empty beach stretched far into the distance, the next public section far away, the inhabitants small, colorful specks on the horizon.

The pair came together, kissing as the ocean lapped around their feet, large stones on either side as Sandy pushed against Erika, forcing them into a gap between the rocks. Her tail curled around them as her back neared the hard surface and then rested against it, the beaver's soft gut pressed against her toned belly.

Sandy broke their kiss, shoving the dragoness' bent torso upwards. His head reached her chest, hands stretched up to grip her shoulders, restraining her while his snout nestled between her breasts. She gasped as his soft tongue lapped over her hot flesh. Coolness soaked from the moist stone into her back, while Sandy bit and fondled her bare flesh with his mouth spreading a wave of heat through her.

Fingers slid the bikini strings down her shoulders, uncovering her breasts as the garment hung loose around her chest. Thin fingers groped her, pulling and squeezing her mound, pinching her nipple. Buckteeth closed around its opposite, small pain swelling through her insides.

She gasped loudly, startling the male. He glanced up at her with worried eyes. Erika stared at him, eyes wide with desire as her body shuddered with every breath. "Don't stop now."

Sandy grunted and nodded, lowering his mouth against her chest. He licked the red teeth marks left around her left teat, his soft strokes irritating and tickling the sore flesh.

His hands moved to her waist, fingers undoing the knots holding her bottoms on. Erika grabbed the beaver's head and hugged it against her chest, her boobs framing his snout. He tossed her bottoms away. His hands slid over her smooth, bare skin, cupping her ass. Fingers dragged down her curves, beneath her tail, finding her vagina dripping, wet and ready.

Awash in the stupor of pleasure and with succubus venom burning hot in his veins, the beaver forgot all his preconceived notions of sex and romance. Candles and mood lighting, soft passionate whispers, privacy all disappeared as his primal needs overtook his consciousness. His hard on pushed against his shorts, his balls swollen and aching for release. The slippery female juices smeared over his fingers, farther exciting the male. Erika's scent filled his nose. She gripped her breasts and pressed the soft globes of flesh around his head, fingers idly rubbing his ears.

Breaking away from his mate's body, Sandy unknotted his swimsuit and slipped it off. It landed on the moist sand with nary a sound.

Erika stared, waiting for the beaver to undress and come back to her. He stepped forward, his small pink rod upright, his fat, brown-haired balls swaying beneath it. The dragoness leaned down and kissed the beaver as he approached, tongue feeling up his mouth.

His hands reclaimed her rear, squeezing her cheeks possessively while his prominent buck teeth gnawed at the base of her throat. His thin shaft rubbed underneath her wet slit, part of its length entering her, the beaver's small stature forcing him onto his toe tips to deliver the rest of his rod into her hot sex. The sand compacted under his feet, dropping his penis out.

The dragoness sighed, the rodent's thin length leaving before she could close her eyes and enjoy the sensation. Sandy grunted in annoyance, shifting his stance, only for the same thing to happen.

Erika gently shoved the beaver back. She smiled at his worried and confused expression, before lying down in the cool sand, spreading her legs, back curved to rest against the rocks. "Come here, you crazy furball."

Sandy leapt atop her, small thighs hitting the sand around her tail, straddling the thick limb. His fingers stroked her abs, feeling her warm belly. His balls spread against her tail, his penis curved upwards, inches from Erika's slick vagina. Salt water washed around Sandy's legs, wetting the sand under the dragoness. The beaver's flat tail rested atop hers, its scaly skin similar to her own.

"Are you ready?" the male asked. His cheeks flushed with color as he gasped with every breath, resisting the urge to plunge in and claim her without asking.

"Does it matter if I say 'no'?" Erika asked.

Sandy stared at her, dumbfounded. Seeing the beaver fail to comprehend her teasing comment, she growled, frustrated.

"Yes, I'm fucking ready. Screw me already, nerd!"

Panting, Sandy rushed to obey her, angling his body downwards, bending his dick to line up with Erika's opening. The dragoness gritted her teeth, preparing to feel his rough thrusts. With a yell of fear and excitement, the beaver surged forward and buried himself up to the balls in her wide, warm flower. He felt her warmth and wetness around him, hanging inside her loose flesh.

Erika tilted her head and bit her lower lip to keep from saying anything. Sandy might benefit from some instruction, but she didn't want to ruin his mood, enjoying the rodent's new, fierce confidence. His small rod rubbed through her flesh, barely stimulating her.

The male felt the lack of sensation and pushed his body upwards. His erection rubbed against the roof of her slick tunnel, Sandy leaned forward, his hands resting just underneath her breasts as he brought himself in line. Raising his rear, he dove back in, roughly running himself against her. Erika gasped, the powerful thrust igniting sparks of pleasure.

Sandy repeated the action, finding a powerful rhythm that increased the throaty moans pouring from his girlfriend's throat. His hands slipped up and over her large bust, squeezing them for support as Erika's passage stroked hard against the top of his rod.

Erika thrashed against the cool sand, creating a bed of gooey, brown earth under her as the seawater rushed in. Her hands reached up to cup Sandy's ass cheeks, helping pound his body into hers, guiding his pace and angle enough to stoke up the fire spreading through her lower body.

His grip on her boobs tightened in response, triggering a tide of painful joy in her chest. The powerful flood of sensation lasted a few moments as Sandy's pace weakened his wood aching mounting pleasure tingling through his body. He gasped, desperate for sweet release, but not wanting to end this encounter so quickly.

The dragon humped her waist against the rodent impatiently, feeling the sensations lingering from his fiercely, pumping member fade away. Her legs rose and tangled around Sandy, pulling him close with a soft squelch.

The beaver growled, the deep bestial sound surprising and shocking coming from the meek and squeaky-voiced male. Sandy's legs pushed into the sand, forcing his penis up and against her insides, before gravity pulled him back down, his cock crashing deep into her tunnel. Wet sand parted in clumps as his muscles worked to raise and lower his body. Dragon claws curled and dug into the soft, grainy ground.

Scales slapped against scales and Erika shrieked as a stinging pain ran through the underside of her tail. Sandy humped against her, his flat tail smacking her soft underside red as it hammered her in time with his forceful thrusts. The tide of pleasure joined the soft stinging coating her tail, her insides moistening as it washed over her mind. She bit her lower lip harder, adding to the sharp pangs.

"Ow!" Erika gasped at another sharp smack. She curled her legs tighter around Sandy. Her claws reached up and dragged down his chest, leaving thin lines beneath the fur.

The male leaned in and kissed her hard, their lips wrestling against each other. Her sharp teeth hooked his soft flesh, applying a small, painful bite to his soft lips. Thin fingers curled around her breasts, squeezing their pink tips hard in response as both grunted loudly, lost in the throes of passion and pain.

As bright red marks covered the underside of her tail, Erika felt the pain growing numb and far away. Her excited breathing slowed, until Sandy raised himself up, sandwiching his hardness against the roof of her tunnel while his tail curled down and swatted her ass cheek. She jumped and gasped her rear stinging with a fresh, hot ache. The thin cock hilted back inside her, dropping against the bottom of her wall as it slid back inside. Her nerves buzzed happily as it crashed into her sensitive depths.

Grunting, Sandy's eyes squeezed shut as he relaxed atop his mate's tail, heavy balls mashed between their bodies as their waists pushed flush against each other. His hips rolled, humping forcefully into her gaping sex, grinding out a flood of pleasure as his rod thrust along her underside. His rod and sack filled with tension, sweat dripping from his pores as he lost control, needing to relieve the mounting pressure. Warm and wet flesh slipped against his skin as Erika's moans grew louder, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, holding him close.

Balls rolled against sore red skin, clear juices spurted from Erika's opening, leaking over his furry sack. His shaft swelled growing harder as her moist vagina squelched around his short, desperate humping. He felt the heat and itch of climax build in his penis and spread through his warm body.

Sandy twisted her nipples hard before his waist shoved insistently against hers. His small length grew still, vibrating slightly as shots of warmth plastered the lining of her womb. The former virgin male gasped and screamed as he climaxed, while Erika gnawed her lower lip, rocking him against her with her legs to force her tingling sex to burst into a trembling orgasm.

The beaver slumped against her chest, hands going limp against her wonderfully aching breasts. His rod sat inside her, their fluids flowing around it onto Erika's sore tail as Sandy's lay atop it.

Sandy stared up at her, a stupid, dazed expression on his face, mouth open with his tongue lolling out on her chest. The dragoness peered over her naked mounds at the tired, content rodent. She frowned, her insides still hot lingering on the cusp of release.

The beaver cock remained inside her, the thin length hard for a few moments longer. Grabbing his sides, she flipped the male onto his back and towered over him, spreading her legs to lower her weight atop the small male. Sandy gasped, a burst of pleasure travelling up his exhausted cock.

Erika reached down and rubbed two fingers against her vagina's nub, releasing a rush of excitement through her yearning flesh. Her fingertips slipped in alongside Sandy's length, rubbing furiously against her insides and outsides, building up the fire between her legs as she rocked atop the small mammal.

"Agh! No!"

She ignored his overstimulated gasps, feeling her pussie tighten around her digits and his shaft. Gasping, she hunched over, juices gushing from her sex as pleasure filled her body and drowned her brain in its tide, sweeping her up and turning her into a grunting, rocking slut hungry for the stimulation of his small cock and her own fingers. Another burst of cum squeezed from the beaver, trickling against her insides as they cooled, letting the dragoness think clearly again.

Her mate lay under her, his whole body limp as his mouth hung open and he stared up at the sky.

Erika's eyes widened. "Are you okay?"

"Ugh..." Sandy grunted, nodding his head slightly. "G-good."

She chuckled. "You asked for it."

Pushing herself up, she separated their sexes. The beaver's limpness dropped against his waist, drenched in milky whiteness. The dragoness stared at the exhausted beaver, eyeing his plump, naked body, eyes lingering on his little member, savoring the pleasant memories it left behind.

"Was it good?" Sandy asked eyes worried underneath his glasses.

The dragoness nodded. "You need some work, but I'll give you plenty of time to practice."

Eyes half-lidded and his belly rising slowly from his exhausted gasps, the beaver smiled softly. Erika stretched her neck out and pecked her lips against his.

"Love you, Sandy."