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His Dragoness Sweetheart

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Jonathan Smoot

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Surun's sides rose and fell gently, the four-legged dragoness with the body of a feral resting with the bulk of her body on the floor while her head and neck curled around her human lover on his bed. It was a large enough bed by any human standards and, as the dragoness maid of the complex, she had made well enough sure that the sheets were crisply pressed and a fine enough fabric too to ensure that they would not draw sweat to a warmer human body during the course of the night. Of course, there was the matter at hand too of her body being so much warmer, heat rising through her scales, and she had had to make sure of that too, even though the bed was too small for her to really curl up around her little master as she pleased. Maybe he would have to get a bigger bed and a bigger bedroom too that she could stand fully up in on her hind legs without her horns brushing the ceiling (the living room, truly, was more her size with her body taller than the bookcase when she stood up tall but still comfortably below the height of the taller ceiling).

And, oh, he was learning too, the human that she'd so taken a fancy too holding a more dominant hand over her with each and every moment that passed between him. Why, just the thought of him commanding her so powerfully...oh! It simply made her weak at the knees and if she had not already been lying down she would have trembled into a quivering heap of a dragoness at the mere thought of, once again, being taken with such sweetly aggressive masculine power.

Morning, however, had to come, casting rays over their naked bodies: after their first time together, of course, there was no way that her master was going to allow her to sleep naked, even if she did have a particularly fetching maid costume that made her even easier on the eyes than she already was. No, the dragoness lay out all in her crimson-scaled glory, the rounded horns topping her head and seeming to simply invite the eye down the sinuous, sensual arch of her neck.

She was a catch indeed and the lucky, naked man sprawled out and stretching his whole body into a yawn was just the person she'd had in mind to find, one day or the other. And who knew where their relationship could go as he woke, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pushing his fingers back through the ruffled mess of his hair.

The aroma of sex, sweetly musky in the afterglow of morning – had they really slept that long? Oh, it had been such a time – hung in the air and he smiled sleepily as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing and lipping playfully at her scales with his much smaller and more dextrous lips.

“Good morning," he murmured. “I almost didn't think you would still be here."

She shivered. Just how did his voice do that to her?

“I wouldn't have been anywhere else...master."

It felt right to say it, the honorific slipping from her tongue even as it raised arousal in her body. It had been a long, long time since she had truly and sincerely referred to anyone as that but she was an experienced enough dragon and lover to know when she was well and truly onto a good thing.

“I hope you slept well, at least," he said, sitting up and stretching his arms out over his head as the muscles in his chest flexed along with his arms, the pull rising through the entire, firm line of his body. “I think I may have been a little overheated..."

Surun giggled and opened her eyes as wide as possible, striving to look innocent but completely and utterly failing at it as smoke pulsed from her flared nostrils in tiny, adorable rings as if she was striving to deliberately blow them. Truly, the shapes that she made were impressive too.

“Oh nooo," she said, breaking into a giggle. “It couldn't have possibly have been me now, could it?"

He grinned and poked her nose lightly, Surun chirping and pulling back as the tip of her tail twitched up against the wall.

“No, of course not," he said smoothly. “But I'm sure that that may be swiftly rectified..."

Pulling her into a kiss, Jonathan's lips were on hers in an instant, the dragoness shivering and moaning into his mouth as her lips readily parted to allow the dominance of his. He groaned into her mouth in turn, grasping a horn as if he thought he may have just about needed to keep her head in place. Surun, however, was not about to go anywhere when her master wanted her attention and she allowed him to dominate her mouth easily, tongue tangling sweetly with his as he nipped and suckled and explored everything a kiss with her had to offer.

It would have been easy to lose oneself in that kiss and for that kiss to evolve rather than devolve into something far, far more intimate. When the kiss broke, more by Jonathan's touch than anything else, Surun was panting heavily, eyes half-lidded and tail twitching constantly as if she had simply become a feral cat in the heat of the moment and lust itself. Yet there was a day to be had and enjoyed, even if it was his day off, and even Jonathan himself could not have said that he would have preferred to spend it with anyone else other than the dragoness who was so swiftly warming the deepest and furthest reaches of his heart.

Maybe things could come up right in the end after all. But there were things to do and that could be thought about later, if it needed to be considered at all.

“How about a shower?"

A shower in itself, however, came with a whole host of other issues as he slipped under the hot water and Surun drew herself up short at the door, pouting prettily as she could barely manage to get her shoulders through, even folding her wings down flat to her body. No, that one was only large enough for her to get in to do the cleaning that was required, no one ever really expecting that she would need to actually enter and use the room when she had her own quarters available to her.

Jonathan frowned and shook his head, stepping into the flow of water without the need to actually shed any clothing at all, for he was already bare in his natural, pale skin. It felt wrong, of course, to enter the shower without Surun when he had, undoubtedly, been the one to invite her into the shower but the moment clung awkwardly to the tension between them as he dithered, hair slickening down to his scalp and water beading to the hairs on his skin. The dragoness sighed and yet did not break her pout, still trying to be pleasing to him even as their accommodations proved to not quite be up to scratch.

“I'm sorry," he said. “I'll see if they can move me to a bigger place – somewhere where you can join me in here too."

But the dragoness fluttered her eyes at him, smoke curling from her nostrils to mingle with the sweetly scented steam, body gel flooding the comparatively small bathroom with ginger and apple notes. For she knew too that there was something, at least, she could do for her partner, even if things were not quite as she'd planned, to say the least. And she was going to do just that in the name of making his morning delight just a little bit more pleasing in the dawn of another, much better, day than the last.

Jonathan moaned, her tongue flicking up and around his balls, cradling his orbs so gently and carefully that he could not help but briefly marvel at her dexterity. She was not shy about pleasing him and let out her lewdest and most blissfully lustful moan yet as she suckled on them, drawing each one in turn carefully between her lips as her tongue played across both, long enough to deliver such pleasure in the very best of ways. He was hardly about to tell or ask her to stop – either would have counted as a command in her eyes – when his cock well and truly rose to the occasion, thickening and plumping up with blood before her very eyes.

And she knew just how to treat a man's morning wood, her pussy clenching and quivering as if she very well wished that it was inside her at that very moment, eyes rolling back into her skull. She would have moved more if she'd been able to but the door frame seemed to put her in a bit of a bind, the dragoness squeezing as much of her body into the bathroom as possible in her lust for her master and all that she had to offer him and the delights of his body.

A sweet blowjob to wake him up... Yes, that was just the ticket. Her eyes fell closed as she lost herself in the hiss of water and steam, moisture beading on her scales, and closed her lips around his cock. The hardness of his firming shaft slipped up over her tongue as she drew him into her mouth, carefully folding her lips around her teeth so as not to hurt him. That was one of the only things that really put her in a bad place with regards to pleasing human partners but it was something that would have to be dealt with as much as possible and it had been a long time since she had nicked a lover accidentally too.

He didn't seem to be all that concerned with that, however, or the risk in accepting a blowjob from his sweet Surun, leaning on the wall with the flat of his palm as she groaned around him. The vibrations travelled lustfully down the length of his cock as her groan turned into a purr, her whole body shuddering lightly with lust as she yearned for more, pussy twitching and wantonly squeezing out a slick and clear trail of her own juices to ooze thickly down the insides of her thighs.

Jonathan, however, was lost in the pleasure of sensation that her muzzle had to offer him, rocking his hips and groaning as he thrust into her muzzle over and over again. With the blue shower curtain ripped back, there was nothing there to stop the water from pouring out over the floor but neither of them was thinking about that in the height of the moment, need bubbling up thickly inside him as if he had not already climaxed already several times the day before. Surun simply seemed to draw on that need in him, fulfilling his virility and power even as he drank from the cup and yearned to spill yet another load of seed.

There was nothing, however, even a dominant man at heart, such as himself, could have done to hold back from the tease of such a skilled muzzle, the dragoness lavishing attention on his cock even as she allowed her tongue to drape down over his balls. Saliva drooled from her lips, slickening the passage of his cock even as he dribbled pre-cum of his own, betraying his need even as she so skilfully teased him to a swift and hasty completion that stoked the fire of lust in his heart well and truly for the rest of the day.

Jonathan moaned and drove the heel of his palm into the wall, struggling for grip on the tiles, as his building orgasm rose up and up, a force that simply could not be stopped. It prodded and burned away every last shard of resistance in the back of his mind as he moaned and arched, rocking his hips like a man possessed until that need wantonly spilt over, pouring into her mouth as if a faucet – of a lustful kind – had suddenly been released. And she drank down every last drop of cum he offered her, only lusting after more as she adoringly looked up at him, eyes squinting just to catch a glimpse of him from such a position.

Moaning through his climax, the breathless man smiled down at her and shook his head, although it was not from any sense of disapproval that he made the gesture but simply trying to come back to some sense of himself. It was a task easier said rather than done as Surun carefully lapped off his cock, although it was difficult to get every last drop with him shifting his weight, oversensitive in the moments after climax. As it was, she opened her maw wide for him, proudly displaying what was left of his orgasm within her muzzle even as he shuddered and rocked his hips, almost as if he was eager for more. Yet the dragoness simply seemed to have that effect on him, leaving him craving what he'd only just had for himself.

“I think you'll have to get me cleaned up again, after that..." He murmured, eyes sultry and dominance ringing through every line in his body. “Come on now."

And that was most certainly something that the dragoness maid was more than happy to do.

*

A quick trip back home was all that Surun needed to shower herself and dress for the occasion, all freshened up and smelling of a fruity perfume that younger ladies (humans, that was) seemed to enjoy. The sales assistant, back when she'd bought it, hadn't known what to recommend to a dragon, even though she was a common sight around the shops, everyone knowing that she was about, being rather hard to miss and all. But trying every such scent and savouring them sweetly had been good enough for Surun and she had not, at least, felt pressured to wear a scent that was 'her age', whatever that was supposed to mean. Humans could truly be funny little creatures at times.

But not her Jonathan. The dragoness nearly skipped along in a bob and a sway of her bulky hindquarters, firmed up with muscle and delectable shape, as he strode out to keep up, although she would never have walked past his shoulder. Some would have said that it was deferential to walk in such a manner but it was simply what made her happy and her master would learn to keep her there, whether it was with a look or a gesture or even just a shift of the weight in his body. There was something about developing such a relationship with someone that just made her yearn to be evermore submissive and pleasing, always happily in her place and showing one such as Jonathan how to take a controlling hand, finding themselves as they put her, quite securely and safely, into her place.

Yet there was something special about him, something very different, and she simply could not wait to see just what it was.

“You know, that dress really does look simply lovely on you."

Jonathan had not known – could not have known, had no reason to know – that they could make a dress for a dragon too, but the designer, who had cut and shaped it perfectly to Surun's form, had done a fantastic job, he had to say. And he was a man with little to no knowledge, of course, as to fabric and the work that went into something like that! A white sundress complete with red poppies scattered across the fabric, it would have left a lot to the imagination in the best of ways, demure and yet flirty, if it had not blown up around her hindquarters, tickling her tail. It was perhaps not the best attire to wear on a windy day but it was a feast for the eyes indeed as they sashayed through the outdoor shopping centre, young lovers who would have been arm in arm if their anatomy had allowed for such an embrace to be carried out.

“I'm glad you like it," she murmured softly, eyes cheekily downcast. “I picked it out just for you."

And he could not have possibly have been any more appreciative of that as it draped and fluttered around her form, the dragoness proudly putting herself on show just for him even while they were out in public. The dress had short sleeves, which pulled around the top of Surun's forelegs as she moved, but it was further down her body that the lines of the fabric called his eye, the rippling edges begging his attention as he wondered just what lay beneath. He could not help but tease her, albeit lightly, about the sun hat plonked askew atop her head, not sitting quite right due to her horns, but that was just another edge to their relationship showing itself for their time together was not to be purely of the lustful sort.

A date... She'd been surprised when Jonathan had suggested it but not in a bad way and that was just why that little sundress had come out in the first place. The other reason was, well, the fact that she had a new pair of panties on underneath it and, their relationship being as new and as fresh as it was, Jonathan had not yet had the luxury of enjoying just how they cupped her behind and the folds of her sex.

“Oops!"

Her exclamation was quiet but intended for his ears as she juddered away with a wicked little giggle, passing by a cluster of trees that had duly been planted to make the shopping area, bustling with a few people in the middle of the week, a little more appealing and softer on the eye. Her timing was as perfect as ever and Jonathan gasped to her back as she flashed those white and pink panties at him, sweet with a hint of lace that implied a little more pleasure to come. They could have been innocent on any other dragoness but the band of the underwear didn't come up over her tail, leaving them tantalisingly suspect to being pulled down at any point.

And, oh, how he would have, swallowing hard and licking his lips as her sundress fell back down with the sweep of her tail over those panties, his cock rising half-hard in his pants even as he willed it to remain quiet and soft. He was, perhaps, not wearing the most discreet underwear to make his arousal less obvious but it was too late to regret a choice like that when he had a sexy dragoness before him flaunting everything she had to offer and so much more again still.

“Surun," he growled, his voice darkly lustful even in the scope of the bright sunshine, which seemed out of place with regards to the sauciness she seemed highly keen on drawing out between them. “What do you think you're doing?"

But she was as mischievous as she was submissive and being cheeky was simply something that was a part of her nature. She swung her hips and batted her eyelashes at him, sauntering off ahead all for his viewing pleasure while he tried to catch up, although her longer, more muscular legs carried her ahead far more swiftly than he could move without drawing some manner of unwanted attention to himself. Even though she was a dragoness, of course, she was still a lady and chasing a lady like that in public would undoubtedly be frowned upon still, he was quite sure!

Those slivers of underwear and sly little looks that came along with a shake of her hips made him want her all the more, however, the dragoness casting a look back at him that promised so much without actually revealing what that promise was. He was sure though that he could wheedle it out of her, drawing his shoulder blades back and pushing himself up tall, drawing on that dominance and sexy aggression that she had coaxed from him only the day before, Already, it felt more natural than his old, passive demeanour, a new suit that felt just right around his shoulders and wrists, made just for him.

Maybe Surun was just the right one for him too.

“What do you mean?" She giggled. “I thought we were going to bistro? Maybe I'd better show you the way!"

And, although he knew well enough where it was, he hung back and allowed her to lead him along, enjoying each and every little glance and flirt of her panties that she teased his way, taking her chances when she thought no one was looking. Of course, being such an odd couple, they did attract a little attention but Surun was a dragon with plenty of experience in being sly, even if she would never have been such in a bad way. Oh no, that wasn't her style but swinging her hips and leading him into the shadows just for a sensual sway of her hips that showed off her puffy, swollen folds pressing through her lingerie? Well, that was most certainly a way that she wanted to go!

The bistro, however, had to be reached at some point and Jonathan would have been a liar indeed if he had said that he was not relieved to sit down and hide his erection beneath the fabric of the table cloth, a little outdoor affair that allowed them a little bit of privacy without being out of range of the waiter's attention. Surun didn't need a chair but happily folded herself down onto a large cushion that was provided just for her as the waiter took their order and Jonathan willed himself to relax, even just a little, so that they may dine in some sort of relative peace.

“Everything's good here," Surun said happily, practically chirping as they languished in the shade of a deciduous tree, the leaves rustling above them. “I don't come out here often as it's best enjoyed with company though, this kind of place. Don't you agree?"

“Yes..."

His look gave her pause, a delicious shiver running, very obviously, down the full length of her body to the very tip of her tail.

“O-oh?"

“Yes," he purred, sitting back in his chair and sipping a glass of sparkling juice (it was too early in the day for anything stronger as yet) as if he owned the place, the picture of suave control. “And I have the very best company here, although she is a very flirty dragoness... Do you not agree?"

Putting her in the position of having to disagree with him or cheekily so... Surun licked her lips, eyes wide and plaintive even as she pulled her head back, allowing herself at least a little space in which to think. It was not enough, however, as he leaned across the table after her on his elbows, fingers folded beneath his chin as his gaze burned. And who knew what could have happened right there and then if the waiter had not appeared with a flourish and, of course, with their meals in hand.

And, so, they ate, desire and arousal burning just a fraction below the surface. Jonathan could not have before said just how difficult it would be to enjoy food when he had a partner before him that just raised lust in his heart and soul. It was not, of course, solely his loins that yearned for her but there was something most certainly to do with a deeper connection between them that was still yet to be found and cherished. Although his shaft had softened, thankfully, there was not much that he could do to stop his skin from pleasantly prickling as the dragoness and he conversed sweetly and kindly, learning what they had not previously known about one another on the first of what would be many dates.

But something had to come up to break the conversation as Surun gestured a little too wildly while telling a story and her fork flew clean off the plate, although she was only using it to pick at certain delicacies that needed a little more finesse. There was little need for a dragon to use utensils but she had long ago learned just how to so that she would fit in most of the time in public, as tricky as they could be at times. With how flexible and dextrous her paws were, it would have been difficult to believe that she hadn't been able to hold her own tools to eat if she had been eating with someone she knew well – but Jonathan was still not as in the loop with her cheeky little mannerisms and abilities as he would be in the future.

Surun would have been amiss to not use that little snippet of information too to her advantage!

“Whoops," she giggled, flicking her tail as if she was using it as an extra hand – or paw, as it was. “Could you get that for me? I'm so clumsy sometimes, sweetheart!"

Ever the gentleman, Jonathan smiled and scooted down beneath the table, groping and reaching for the utensil that, somehow, managed to tick and rattle beyond his grasp. If it had just been him there on his own, he wouldn't have bothered hunting so far to retrieve it but would have given up and shamefacedly told the waiter, yet he wanted to get it back for her, only because she had asked. It was not much of a knight in shining armour moment but it was all he could do and, damn it, he would find that fork even if it meant getting down on his hands and knees beneath the table itself!

That turned out to be just what was needed, as it was, Jonathan chuckling and throwing something that, at least, sounded apologetic as his head disappeared under the tablecloth too. And that was just the moment that Surun had been waiting for as she shifted her legs to the side, tail flicking out so that she was well-covered from the view of anyone who may or may not have been passing their table at that very moment. What was on view, however, was the wet mark on her panties as Jonathan looked right up at her beneath the dim confines of the table, the cloth hiding all else from view as she cheekily hitched it up on her side at just the right moment.

“Can you find it?"

He gulped and shook his head, one hand outstretched for that errant fork that she had surely strived to throw as far beneath the table as was possible. But he simply could not take his eyes from her lightly shimmering scales, the fabric of that cute little dress framing her panties perfectly as it wafted, the shift and motion of her tail rippling it up ever so slightly. Her arousal did not go amiss either as the damp patch grew, the shift of her weight enough to tug her panties up a little closer to her pussy lips, squeezing her folds as if her very body was trying to draw attention to how lustful she could possibly be.

“Yeah..." His voice came out thicker and coarser than he would have liked. “Yes, I've got it."

And Jonathan was more of a tousled mess too than he would have liked as he reappeared 'above water', as it were, passing a fork back that she had no need for even as the dragoness smiled at him, perfectly pleasant. He was starting to catch the glint in her eye that meant a lovely kind of 'trouble' too, although it was not really any kind of trouble at all but something that made him want to lean across the table and kiss her with the passion of a starving man offered a freshly roasted meal to sate his hunger.

There was no amount of kissing or fondling, however, that would satisfy his hunger for Surun, which he was only just beginning to truly realise. The dragoness faltered, yet only slightly, as his gaze seared into her, drawing her to a sense of nudity and vulnerability that was strange considering their location and the sheer number of people around.

“You'll be punished for teasing me so later," he murmured, making sure that the dragoness was the only one that could hear. “Teasing me like that... You're such a naughty dragoness. You knew just what you were doing, how you riled me up."

Now, Surun knew in her heart that Jonathan would never have laid a hand on her that she did not already want him to, seeing how kind and caring, of course, he had been that very first time. No, there was not a man that would strike her or truly force her, regardless of how much sweet domination and sexual aggression she coaxed from him! She was well and truly the teacher, showing him what she liked and what a servant dragoness like herself could do for him, but the prospect of a sexy 'punishment' that was not really a punishment at all made her scales lift ever so slightly at the edges to release an overdose of heat from her body that came in a sudden flush and rush of sensation.

“Oh?" She breathed, licking her lips as he tipped over to her. “What...What do you mean?"

“I mean..."

He dragged out what he had to say, forcing the dragoness to swallow hard to suppress the groan in the back of her throat. But that was all part of being dominant in any way that it came to him, following Surun's lead with what they could enjoy together, what he could learn from her. And there were some things that Jonathan too was apt to learn from himself, judging from her reactions just how far he was able to go with the fire of lust in the flaming pit of her being.

“You're going to be punished for teasing me, my dragoness maid," he whispered, the sound coming out as more of a hiss as he lowered his tone further. “Wait to see just how much pleasure I'll have from you tonight..."

It was a push for him, a man-made freshly and crisply dominant, and nerves rolled in his stomach as he tried to settle himself. But the effect on Surun herself was electric as the dragoness shuddered and visibly had to hold back a moan, her tail thrashing and taking out a chair from another table as the waiter too had to leap aside with a shocked yell.

“Hey! Be careful there!"

The dragoness reeled in shock but Jonathan held up his hand, quieting her so quickly and efficiently that it was as if they had been together for far longer than just the one day, one bouncing off the other so wonderfully that they may as well have been long-time lovers. While the dragoness mumbled an apology, flushing hot beneath her scales, he took control in just the way that she had dreamed, however briefly she had imagined before things had actually progressed between them, he would one day be able to.

“I'm so sorry," Jonathan said, although the lightness and mirth coloured his tone a little too thickly. “It was only an accident. Are you alright there?"

Although the waiter grumbled – he was not wearing a name badge, which struck Jonathan as odd for some reason – he was okay in himself and had nothing more to say as he went about his work. He was, however, a little more careful around Surun as he passed back by with a stack of place, man and dragon exchanging a look as they held in their laughter. It was funny how lust could too so easily incite one to giggles and they were at great risk of that if they allowed themselves that little bit of release.

Time to go then.

Jonathan took a moment to run his hand down Surun's neck, kissing her cheek and muzzle, before they left though, a smile pulling his lips up on just the one side, although he was not intending to smirk. No, it was something far sweeter than what could be classed as use or derision that he felt for Surun and he was not going to let anything get the better of him, not when he had a sexy and most beautiful dragoness to spoil absolutely rotten.

He was going to treat her right, even if she did not yet know just how good he could be to her.

Leaving an extra big tip on the table for the waiter, who had probably well enough earned it for being able to dodge Surun's tail, which was a weapon in itself, they left, pressed so close together, shoulder to shoulder, that it would have been impossible to mistake them for anything else but a couple. The dragoness did not tease her master further, simmering and jostling herself in anticipation for the fun brand of punishment that was sure to come, hardly able to wait. Would he make her give him a blowjob? Make her give him multiple blowjobs? Would he take her under her tail, make her moan and scream and finger her so very sweetly until she could not help but climax with his cock buried within her? The thoughts ran one after the other through her head, chasing the tail of the one before it as she tried to catch up with herself, barely able to walk in a straight line as lust threatened to take over.

Oh... It was so easy to submit to Jonathan, even though he was still a man who needed a little teaching and direction: that would come. But he was more than shaping up beautifully to be the master that she had dreamed of, the man who had kept her awake night after night with a shadowy figure in the dark that she couldn't quite ever see the face of. Maybe he'd had the face of Jonathan all along, the man who had tantalised her so in the realm of sleep and dreamland, but that was only speculation based on the ever-growing wet patch on her panties that she was almost regretting getting all worked up for.

“Where do you want to go then?"

Jonathan startled her from her dreamy reverie as they walked through the park, swinging out away from the shops as the lake glittered to their side, water lapping serenely along the join of land and liquid. Ducks quacked and bobbed, a soothing backdrop, and the dragoness tried to focus on her master's voice, not just how it made her feel all squirmy and melty inside, an ice cream cone that had been dropped out in the sun to luxuriously and sensually melt.

“Oh... I don't know really!" She stuttered and stumbled over her words, for once caught off guard. “What were you thinking? You're being far too nice to me, darling, if you're taking me on more of a date!"

And, maybe just maybe, things could be nice, all nice as they were. It had been a while since she'd felt such warmth coming from another person and she leaned into Jonathan's touch as he rubbed the base of her neck, not covered by any fabric and not hiding either the fact that his eyes ran down her body, remembering and relishing what lay beneath.

“Maybe to the shops then?" She suggested, coming up blank when put on the spot, which, she had to say, was most unlike her. “There are some new little ones about that you may not have seen."

“Oh, Surun, that's not what I meant at all but I can most certainly take you shopping," he said, swinging an arm out genially. “After everything you've done, how could I not spoil you?"

She blushed and mumbled, tongue-tied at the moment that it mattered, not that it mattered very much at all in the grand scheme of things but Jonathan did so make her feel all warm inside – and that wasn't from the heat of her fire either. He took the lead back around the park, slinking into the cool shade f the trees as he directed her, gently but firmly, to the stores he had in mind, even though they were ones that he would not have honestly have been entirely confident in entering if he had been on his own. No, they were ones that were inclined to feminine tastes and pleasures but, as a couple, well, a man could just about get away with it without too many odd looks.

Surun, however, would usually clear a space with her size alone and it was with a considerable berth around her as a woman pulled a stroller quickly back out of the way, even though the dragoness was in no danger at all of actually knocking it. Some people simply did not 'get' dragons in the slightest and that could not be helped.

Cooing over the store, Surun practically danced cutely from one foot to the other and would have clapped her paws if it would not have startled those in close proximity to her, the lingerie store standing before them like an offering with many delectable delights simply waiting in the wings.

“Oh, oh! You are too good to me, Jonathan, are you sure?"

He waved his fingers at her, dismissing her concerns if not her, and smiled warmly, letting the dragoness have her moment. It was a good feeling to bring such joy to someone else and it had been a long time since he'd seen a smile so wide, although something in him made him want to bring it to Surun's lips over and over again, simply to see how happy he could make her in herself.

“Of course, I'm sure!"

What else or who else better was he going to spend his money on anyway? It reminded him, in a different way, admittedly, of treating his cousin when she'd bounced around in pigtails, but their relationship too had changed over the years and, back then, it had been ice cream and sweet treats. Not that that manner of treat had been appreciated any the less in that time, he delighted in such an opportunity to see another smile.

Entering the store, Surun was in her element, moving between the racks, which were, blessedly, at least set far enough apart to allow a dragoness of her size between them. That was likely because it was one of the few stores in the centre that had large enough clothing fitted to dragoness forms, although most garments would still have to be ever so slightly tailored as dragon figures were subject to such a vast amount of variation. They'd never have a use for brassieres like human women but they could still enjoy a wide selection of chemises, babydolls and, of course, panties too in a large variety of styles and fabrics.

Casting a look over his shoulder, Jonathan winked, his voice low enough to skim under the music humming softly over the store speakers to her ears.

“And that's master to you, my dear dragoness."

Surun shivered, the trip taking on a darker light entirely – but one that she'd wanted the whole time. To be shopping with her master was most certainly an erotic experience indeed and she eyed each and every draconian garment in turn, turning them over with her snout and paws, all the while wondering just which one would be the most pleasing to him. Or which one would make him want to rip it from her the most swiftly, as that was surely the requirement of such a garment...

A babydoll would take a lot more fabric for a dragoness but a sheer, black one – simple and yet elegant at the same time – caught her eye and she deftly lifted it from a rack up near the ceiling with her nose. Balancing it, she tossed it into a paw and held it up to examine, even rearing up onto her hind legs so that she could 'stand' as she did half the time and see just how the sheer material would fall.

“What about this one?" She said, giving a little wriggle of her hips while she used her tail for balance. “I'll need a bigger size... But, oh – look at the butterflies!"

What she had not noticed about that particular piece was that there was a line of blue butterflies around the bottom hem, framing the piece nicely with a splash of colour that would duly catch the eye. Just as she swung her tail out to turn, a blonde sales assistant ducked out of the way, eyes wary even though she maintained a professional smile at all times: she had surely had much worse directed at her deliberately in that manner of store, after all, and an accident was by the by. Surun, however, didn't notice her standing there as she grabbed another article from one of the highest racks, rattling another as she dropped heavily back down to all fours and chirped her approval and excitement in equal, draconic measures.

“Ma'am, please be careful with that..." She said, piping up loudly to make herself heard over the dragoness. “It's just a little shaky!"

“Oops!" Surun blushed, tail drooping back to the ground as if it was the sole thing that had gotten in the way to begin with. “So sorry about that! Where is the dressing room?"

The sales assistant smiled politely and nodded, stepping back for her to see the sign at the rear of the store.

“Right back there, ma'am, please take as many items as you like and we can have one of our fitters tailor them as you need in store today."

“That's fantastic!"

Happily buoyed up with the knowledge that she would not be leaving with anything that was only 'close' to what she wanted but perhaps not quite fitting correctly, she called Jonathan after her, the man's arms piled with another chemise and a large batch of panties that, most likely, would require the least work of them all. They would generally stretch to fit where needed and were toughened enough to not tear running and teasing over scales (there would not have been much of a market for them otherwise), something that Surun had very much found herself grateful for in the past.

“Oh... I seem to have grabbed a lot of things... These are more expensive than where I usually shop, master..."

Surun hesitated on the precipice of the tastefully lit dressing room, head poking up higher than the door through which she was to enter. Yet Jonathan was right there to kiss her sweetly on the lips and usher her in, closing the door behind them – for this was one dressing where she would need a little bit of assistance from her human lover to get the fit right. Unlike with human woman, her nudity was not something that would have been out of place on the streets, as long as she kept herself discreetly covered under the tail.

“Don't look at the price tags," he said, turning them from her eyes as he smiled and followed her fully into the largest changing room, clearly designed for dragons of her size. “This is just for you, my treat. We'll get whatever you like best, don't you worry about anything like that."

Blushing heavily, she kissed his cheek, darting her head out quickly as if she was afraid that he was suddenly going to turn away from her.

“You're really too good to me."

And perhaps it was a little too far for a couple who had only met the previous day but sometimes people had to take risks, regardless of their situation. Yet it was a very pleasant kind of risk for Jonathan to enjoy watching Surun modelling the lingerie for him, although it was not yet fitted to her, a silky camisole in hot fuchsia clinging to her midriff and leaving her hind end completely exposed.

“What do you think of this one?"

“Hm..."

He paused, shaking his head.

“I know it's nice but it looks incomplete. How about..." He dug into the pile of garments, placed in a bundle on the tiny, out of place chair that all dressing rooms seemed to have. “How about this one?"

Surun nodded and shimmied herself out of the fuchsia piece, leaving it to one side in favour of a lace chemise that became silk halfway down, exposing her chest and midriff through the lace while the silk kept the more alluring bits open to the imagination. There was a passion with some pieces of lingerie, a passion that raised the lust and made one simply feel as if they could do anything and everything, that they were the sexiest individual in the whole wide world. And that was just what the chemise did for her, even though she was showing off most of her body still, or so it felt to her.

Jonathan stiffened, his back pushing up as he lifted his chest and exhaled slowly, cheeks puffing out as he blew out air, although it did nothing at all to sate the lust rising in him. It was rather understandable just why most weren't allowed into such store (or any store, really) dressing rooms with their partners for it was all too easy for one to become aroused when faced with such a tantalising view. Truly, however, Surun could have easily turned him on simply by wearing nothing at all.

“You're so hot," he murmured, unable to help himself as she spun in a circle, turning before the mirror to give him the best view of all sides. “And for all this teasing, well... Just think about how your little punishment will increase. Maybe you want it. Maybe you want me to treat you like that."

He let the implication of his words hang in the air, for sometimes one didn't have to say what they intended to do, allowing her mind to do the work. Jonathan's lips pressed together in a tight smile that held back his lust, hips angled so that his arousal may not be quite as evident as usual, although her nostrils flared, taking in his scent repeatedly. It would always be impossible to hide from a dragoness just how aroused one was, but that was hardly a fact that stopped someone from trying anyway.

But Surun was just as much a submissive seductress and tease as he could try to push her towards and knew just how to lead her new master into something a little sultrier still.

“Do you like seeing me like this, master?" She murmured, tipping her nose down towards the mirror as she lifted her tail at him, showing off just how the lingerie framed her body. “What do you want to do to me?"

But what Jonathan wanted to do to his dragoness was most certainly something that would have to take place at home, or at least in some semblance of privacy where there were no sales assistants bustling to and fro, his cock tenting out the front of his jeans. It was quite obvious what he wanted to do but he didn't need to speak as he let his eyes do the talking for him, lips pressed together and tugging up on one side, confidence thrumming through him.

“I'll let your imagination work on that."

Surun wriggled and gave a little moan, although there was little more her lust-struck mind could come up with in the heat of the moment, changing into another piece of lingerie – mesh stockings held up with a garter belt and a puffed-up skirt over the top, as cute and flirty as she liked. She panted, flanks rising and falling sharply even as she modelled it for them, but it was their lust for one another that hastened her through the process of trying on clothes, scales burning with raw, feral desire.

One after the other, she chose her favourites very carefully from the stack and also a selection of panties that he added to her collection after she let slip that she had worn out a few pairs; dragons did so tend to be ever so slightly harder on their clothing and Surun liked to enjoy herself too, not simply wearing articles within the confines of her own living quarters. Truth be told, it was up in the air as to whether or not she would stay in those quarters for much longer with how loathe she already felt to leave Jonathan's side, weaving her head back and forth anxiously when he left the changing room to swap out what she'd tried on and found to be lacking for something, perhaps, a little more pleasing.

However, after that store was all good and done and the fittings had been conducted to ensure everything fit Surun perfectly, there was one more little thing that Jonathan had to pick up. He'd never intended to get it but it had just caught his eye and, well, sometimes that was a sign enough in itself. It wasn't even in the lingerie shop either but the one right next door: a jewellery shop that had a black choker on display.

At the window, he paused, lips curving up into a smile that he could not have wiped from his face even if he'd tried. A little black collar with a pick heart dangling from it... Now that would stand out very nicely against Surun's scales and he intended to see it there, naming and claiming her as his even if it would be something, at least for the moment, only known between the two of them.

He bought it and brought it out to her as the dragoness murmured and blushed deferentially, shifting her weight from one foot to the other even as he gently but firmly fastened it around her neck. Jonathan did not have to be aggressive in his actions to claim her as his, even if it was such as the prelude to something much, much more for them, but the dominance rose from him like an aura that one could visibly see, the young man smiling as he buckled the collar closed. To anyone who saw it, it would be a mere accessory – and Surun was particularly good at accessorising, it had to be said – but they would know the true meaning of it and the fact that the dragoness would be spending her time in Jonathan's bedroom and arms for each and every night from that day on.

“Thank you, master," she breathed, dipping her nose as he laid the flat of his hand soothingly between her eyes, massaging gently with just the very tips of his fingers. “This... Thank you!"

Her joy could not be contained as she bounced and jigged, tail swinging even as she strove to balance the many bags, drawing curious looks that she paid absolutely no mind to. Why should she wonder at all what they were thinking when she already had the very best master and partner before her? There was no comparison at all – truly!

“Come on now," he chuckled, brushing her shoulder with his fingertips. “There are still places to go and I think that just a little bit of a celebration may be due...don't you?"

She would have agreed with him either way but with the weight of the collar around her throat and the little tag bouncing and jingling away against her scales, Surun was a dragoness at that moment in time who very much agreed with him too! And who knew what fresh delights she could bring to his dominance that very night, teaching, guiding and pleasuring him in every last way he could possibly imagine or desire.

Of course, before going home there were still other places with less bedroom related clothing to visit and Jonathan made sure to pick out another sundress for her that seemed to float along the lines of her body even without the generosity of the outside breeze. A pair of sunglasses too gave her great delight and he had to shush her thanks repeatedly as she carried some of the bags out, sharing the burden although he did not want to relinquish every last one of the bags to her, taking what he could in his own arms. Dresses seemed to be her preferred attire but another pair of stockings, reminiscent of the ones she'd been wearing, clinging to her 'thighs', with her maid uniform, had had to go into the bag too, Jonathan's loins tingling at the mere notion of looking her over in such attire in the hours and days, at least, to come.

It was not just the dresses though, for he had, of course, made good by his promise to spoil her. The skirts too, oh... Those too he could not wait to see her all dressed up in, some with a hole for her tail to slip through and others that covered it entirely, hitching up in front of her hind legs with the possibility of her lifting her tail at any point to show off her panties underneath most certainly on the cards.

Stopping off for a drink or two of a lightly alcoholic nature as the afternoon wore on softened their mood further, even though Jonathan proudly and sweetly refused to allow Surun to pay for a single thing. He had a feeling in his gut that she was a dragoness who wasn't all that used to treating herself and just what was the sense in being her master at the end of the day if he could not treat her just like a princess? And she could be his princess too – his submissive dragon princess on all fours with her tail ever so sweetly lifted for him...

Oh, Surun made it easy for his mind to roam, drifting from one thought to another as he kissed her cheek walking down the street, missing a step and chuckling even as he told her what he planned to do to her that night. And it was a wonder indeed that the dragoness was able to walk in a straight line herself – not that she'd consumed very much alcohol at all for a creature of her bulk and size but simply that his words brought such a rise to her hips and a moan to her lips that her arousal ramped up to a fever-pitch.

Quivering even while in motion, the dragoness readily accepted another drink from a street trade stand, offering something that was both chocolaty and warming from the inside out – how divine! She was better able to stand a hotter drink on a warm day than Jonathan, who declined to partake himself, but the sweetly delectable kiss shared afterwards gave him enough of a taste of it to get the gist, even as his hand crept around to her hindquarters out in public for a quick and cheeky squeeze.

The trip home was as uneventful as it could have been for two young lovers, both a little tipsy from alcohol and those liqueur sweets – they really must have been stronger than the saleswoman was letting on to them – and drunk completely and utterly on love itself. For what greater pleasure could either of them find in life but enjoying one another to the absolute fullest, tripping over their feet as they giggled together and swayed back to his little apartment. The afternoon drew on but there was no sense, not as yet, that the light was fading from the sky, still plenty of time remaining on his day off for Jonathan and Surun to enjoy one another before the wiles of the real world called their attention back once more.

Yet, even then, they would have each other to relax with and discover more, their relationship developing as sweetly and surely as ever as the days went by. But something shifted as Jonathan closed the door to the ground floor apartment behind them, eyes lingering on that sundress that he hoped to rip off her in swift and sharp due course.

She'd wanted him to be stronger, hadn't she? Had that not been what she'd been teasing him on to do, to be aggressive and take control? Lust curled up in his heart, a simmering heat from a fire that he didn't need to stoke, watching the curve of her tail as she slyly trailed it up against his cheek, sensually winding him up just that little bit further, right up to his breaking point.

And just why would she have done it to begin with if she had not wanted him to...break?

Jonathan growled and closed the distance between them with two big strides even as the dragoness turned, lips parted in a little gape of surprise.

“What..."

But there was no time for talking as his lips crashed into hers, a fervent, clumsy kind of kiss that had her winding her tongue around his and moaning wetly into a kiss that was sloppier than most. But one kiss would never be like another and he bore her back to the sofa in the living room, pulling at her dress and popping a button off before, finally, breaking the kiss and tearing it from her body with a growl that could only have possibly come from the lips of a man so possessed.

And she allowed him to take the dress from her, tearing down the side with shockingly lustful intent as a moan rose from her lips, Surun was helpless as a hatchling in his dominant grasp. Everything, right then at that very moment, came to a head as she shifted her hips from one side to the other and groaned, only moving when she had to wriggle to assist him in getting her out of the dress, the tear growing longer and longer all the way down her side.

“You'll pay for your teasing, dragoness..."

Yet there was a teasing note in his tone too, still dominant even with the playfulness, eyes alight with a man's need and a man's need alone. And then her hindquarters were revealed, the fabric cutting off around her tail and hind legs, letting him finally see those panties that had grown progressively wetter throughout the course of their date and exceptionally lustful day.

It seemed only natural for the dragoness to allow herself to be borne down to the rug between the sofa and the window, the curtains already closed and the two of them not truly wanting to make the trip to the bedroom, as short a walk as it actually was. She laid back as he stood up, towering over Surun, and moaned luxuriously as she squirmed and wriggled into the rug on her back, legs tucked up to show off the flushed folds of her pussy. Although she could not quite vocalise it, wanting him to take her lead and take that leap while he could, she panted heavily, imaging his cock already driving up into her, hard and thick and fast.

Jonathan loomed, crossing his arms over his chest, and grinned down at her, settling back onto his heels as he enjoyed the sight laid out before him in lust and love. Her hind legs spread to better show off her sex, a trickle of arousal drooling down her swollen lips, and Surun whimpered cutely, striving, even then, to entice him in.

“Now, it's time for your punishment..."

And that was one thing especially that Surun could not wait for, letting her head fall back as she arched up as if pulled by an invisible string. And that chord attached her to Jonathan even then, the man controlling the dragoness who didn't even realise just how far in her submission she had gone for him.

“I'm ready for you, master..."

But she would soon know.