Dragon-Taur Lust

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Lust Between Dragon Lovers

"Yes, Mason... Mmm..."

Kesha growled, the dragoness' tail twisting around that of her lover, though he was not just a dragon, not like her, at least. The cool of the cave wrapped around her in the arms of spring, the land outside the cave mouth splendid with the blooming of new life, though the season did bring a certain itch to the inside of her green-scaled hide. She twisted back and forth under her partner, the richness of her scales only enhanced by the low light, her horns twisted out to the sides in a light spiral, defining her elegance even though her body was not lithe. No, Kesha had to be strongly built, a typical Western dragon with an impressive wingspan and digging claws too, to take her partner, for she would not have had anyone else but him in her life.

For where Kesha was a non-anthro dragon, walking on four legs with a glint in her eye that promised trouble, if all her years of mischief-making were to be at all believed, Mason was a dragon-taur. Framed like a more traditional centaur, he had the non-anthro half of a dragon while his anthro half rose from where his neck and chest would have been, a strong, powerfully built taur. The dragon-taur smirked above her, grinding his cock teasingly up against her undertail, though the golden-yellow drake had no intention of quite giving his mate what she wanted.

Not yet at least... Not until he had teased the rampant, pink flesh of his hard cock through her wetness another time, her vent hot and ready beneath her anal ring. It was such a tight pucker there that he could never have mistaken it for her vent, though they had played with backdoor play too from time to time, all for the fun of their mateship, of experimenting, though not that time. Not with the taste of her season lingering in the air, filtering into his nostrils through each heady drag of breath.

Mason growled, his scales flitting between yellow and gold, depending on how the dim light hit them. They were the perfect complement to his darling's scales, the sweetness of his forest green dragoness, the sweetheart of spring itself.

"Mmm... You're ready," he growled, though Mason didn't have to tease her, not as he taunted at the touch of her pussy again, as if he was going to penetrate her but not quite. "How much do you need my cock, darling?"

Under him, groaning as he slipped back off her, Kesha tried to grab at him with her tail, dragging him back. That should have said enough, though she could not force the words out as she grunted and groaned, need pulsing through her, grind after heady grind. The dragoness licked her lips, though that did nothing to pause her need as it swirled through her, the ache deep within her loins growing with every passing second. She had not thought that she was in heat, but sometimes even things like that escaped her attention until she was caught up in the throes of it. And her loving dragon-taur mate knew well enough how to use that to his advantage.

"Ah... Mason..." She groaned, his hands on her hindquarters, digging into her scaled flesh while his tongue circled her tail hole with a low moan of desire. "That feels... Oh... Oh, I wish I had hands like you..."

The drake smirked against her back end, tongue plunging into her anal ring and plundering her depths, loosening her up and enticing her for more. If he had been free to talk, he would have told her that hands were not all they were cracked up to be, but that he had the best of both worlds as a dragon-taur. It wouldn't have been anything that Kesha had not heard before, however, so he growled into her tail hole, pushing her tail up out of the way for his delight, the wings on his feral half's back flapping keenly.

Mason's cock throbbed readily, dribbling pre-cum, though he was just as excited as she was, rimming her, his tongue sweeping around and around her tail hole before tongue-fucking her once more. Kesha groaned and rolled her hips back onto his muzzle, panting heavily, her flanks shuddering with every breath she managed to snatch into her lungs. She heaved for it, her vent slick with arousal, dribbling and marking the edges of it with raw need.

"Mmm... I'd fuck you here, darling, if you weren't so needy for me another way," he teased, drawing back, nuzzling the underside of her tail as her fragrance filled the cave. "Or maybe I should..."

Kesha didn't have time to react with more than a gasp as he rose again, pushing over her back, their favoured position. Instinctively, her tail pushed itself off to the side and she spread her hind legs a little more, bracing for him in the only way that she knew how. Oh, they had fucked and bred so many times over that it was instinctive and natural for them by then, though that did not stop the shuddering thrill going through her as his hands rubbed the back of her head and neck, curling forward over her. the tingling massage had her moaning and grunting like an untamed dragoness in heat, rocking her hips back and forth, wanting nothing more than to get his cock into her. It was the only thing that mattered as her jaws hung open in a raspy hiss, scales prickling with tingling heat.

"Yes, Mason, oh... Fuck, yes!"

Yet she was to be disappointed in part as he pressed the tip of his cock to her prepared pucker instead of her vent, grinding in with a well-time thrust as her eyes half-closed. The dragoness keened out in pleasure and frustration, though he took her all the same, driving deep, thrusting her body to take him, opening around him. She had to relax for her tail hole to accept the thrusting length of his cock, but Kesha knew how to do it, even if the dragoness would have rather had his cock slamming into her hot, wet sex instead of her anal passage.

There was still pleasure to be had there, however, his cock grinding over every sensitive nerve ending that Kesha forgot she had between sessions, taking him well, taking him deeply. Her backside squeezed around him, though she could not completely control the muscular contractions, trying to weakly push around him, to give him an added dose of pleasure. Yet it was hard to do that when her heart sang for him so, her body responding to the heat of him, the penetration, even if it was in the wrong hole.

Instinct was a hard thing to overcome, after all, as her mate passionately drove into her, stretching open her tail hole, letting her flex around him even as he rubbed between her wings and crooned to her. It may have been rough play, for them, but it was something that brought them together too, the tease of their encounter making them want it more and more, each and every time. Her body ached for him, though her vent when unfulfilled, whining and twisting her head back and forth while she panted for more.

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