The princess in the tower, adult ending

“how you mean we mate!?” Larissa looked perplexed at the dragon. Not at all what she expected, shouldn’t they first do other things? Get to know each other better? “Good you humans marry, all that show-off. All just to mate and produce children, We dragons skip that part. You mate and mark your mate with your scent, and often bite marks.” Larissa hadn’t changed her looks, to fuck a dragon, well that was something she had not heard of at all. She could not help to shoot an eye between his legs, an area she never paid much attention to before. Some neat genitalia slit covered up everything the dragon had to offer. How big would he be? Could she take him at all? Perhaps not the correct questions to ask him…or even herself. “But we hardly know each other! We even just kissed!” Her dragon gave a toothy grin, devious, lustful. “I haven’t mated in a long time, besides you where happily to marry your life off to a man you did not know at all.” She just had to not, the dragon was right, she could not deny what he said, nor the fact that he gave her tingling’s in her stomach. While the dragon told about the women in his culture being more dominant, she could not help but to feel like a little lamb next to him, meek and submissive to its predator.

While she melted in his warmth, he pushed her into the soft nest. Her back pressed against the soft bedding. Dazed she looked up into his eyes, allowing his manipulating of her body. Each motion, send shivers over her spine. Her own crotch started to catch fire, like the dragon put a spell over her. She parted her lips to release a soft moan at the touches of the dragon. She wanted to let it go and sate her lust. Submit to the dragon above her.

It all started with a kiss, just like their first kiss. The dragon’s scaled lips touched hers, parted hers and his tongue was soon to invade her maw. Her face light up deep red. The taste of the dragon, ash and some other tastes she couldn’t quite place. She could feel the dragon’s claws over her dress. They ripped through the fabric, that they were her last good cloths, she disregarded. His primal lust aroused her, wetness filled her cotch, needing that touch.

Soon she was covered in nothing but her undies, the dragon broke the kiss. He looked down up on his prey in nearly nothing but the skin she was born with. Before she could open her mouth to speak, the dragon bit down on her neck. She gasps when she sharp teeth touched her skin. The raw power of a dragon, contained. Not one teeth pierced her skin, not one dragged blood. The grasp made her go limb, letting the dragon do his bidding. It was time for her underwear to go. Leaving her naked like the day she was born. The dragon’s claws moved over her body, moulding it like it was a piece of clay.

Her breasts remained frustratingly untouched, Grotagh not knowing what to do with them. Her vagina however took the full blow. Two of the dragon’s claws spread her wet snatch wide, parting the lip to allow another claw to sink in. He was the first and only one who touched her so intimately. She gasped at the touch of his warm finger at her snatch. It made her spasm in need. Her walls suckled at the claw, wanting to draw it in deeper. Only when the dragon was satisfied with the wetness and eagerness of the princess under him he continued. He pushed both her warms above her head, pinning her lightly down. He came down with his hips to meet hers.

She could feel his scales slit touching her brushy pussy. A small warmth started to poke into her. Another moan escaped her lips. Feeling the dragon grow into her. His member pulsing and heating up. She never saw the member while it grew, only how it felt within her. The ridges of his member slipped in, giving her an airless gasp with each passing. He was large, larger than humans could be, that was for certain. Within moments he pushed up against her hymen. It stretched until it broke, giving her a shock of pain that spread from her crotch up to her head. A little dripple of blood flow from her wetness. The whole pain dried her up.

Her dragon paused, while his member grew larger, he simply moved away from her, so he would not push deeper. The bite around her neck broke, leaving them looking in each other’s eyes. Lust was soon to return and the dragon pushed in deeper. This time she could see that long hard black member being pushed into her. The knot on the end started to inflate when he was fully hard and ready to mate. With the knot nested against her lips, the tip pushed against her cervix, trying to pry her open. It gave a small shot of pain; humans not being made to penetrated so deeply into their bodies.

The dragon started his first trust, moving in a passionate rhythm. While she had just her virginity taken, he was certainly not new to this. His whole body turned into a sex machine ready to explode. Pushing and mating her. She melted into the nesting, his claws ranking over her naked skin. Her belly moved up to meet the dragon’s trusts. Her hands still pinned and her legs wrapping around the dragon’s rump. She wanted more of the dragon’s warm length. His pre cum drooling within her, adding to the ever growing wetness.

The scents of sex filled the cave. The rabbits on the fire turning black, forgotten by the pair. Slaps emanated from their entwined bodies. His wings spread out wide, making him look all powerful. He was divine between her legs, those ridges touching all the right spots with each trust in and out of her. She squealed, gasped and moaned. Suddenly she was turned around, her legs loosed up around his hind. She was pressed down on all fours, doggy style.

Her arms collapsed soon enough, her rear still raised as high it could. She pressed her breasts against the soft fabric of the nest. Enjoying how they scraped along the softness. His claws came down into her plump rear, they pushed in deep, nearly dragging blood from her. He started to trust hard and fast. Just short of trying to open her womb to high might. It was feral, like a beast he fucked her hard. Stopping at the knot each time, barley hanging on to his mind, barley containing himself enough not to hurt her. She was no dragoness; he could rip her apart with ease. Just knowing this worked her to the edge. Her lover could break her with all that brutal power he barley contained. Another trust into her and she could feel her snatch twitch and ripple. She was close, so close.

The dragon increased his trusts, from the amount of pre flowing from his tip, she could tell he was close. That hot goodness pulsing with each beat of his heart. With a snarl he climaxed into her, unleashing his almost too hot seed into her awaiting need. Gods, he was packing, she was overflown with the seed, letting it drip out on the nest below her. Forming a puddle with their combined juices. The dragon gave two more trusts while climaxing, just enough to send her over the cliff as well. Her snatch pulsed a final time and she squirted her juiced out at him. Coating his scales with a clear sexual liquid. The dragon collapsed on the nest, dragging her against his belly. His wings folded around her fragile form saying “mine.”

Outside the oak wooden doors, a knight was standing. He was peaking trough the key hole, seeing and hearing everything that happened. She was supposed to be his lover! Not that beasts’ lover. Trough he could not deny that raging boner pressing uncomfortable against his metal plating. He had too safe the now no longer pure princess from this cruel faith!