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Emilya stood naked before him, the loose fitting dress she had been wearing only moments before, carelessly thrown aside. Her scaled Dragonkin body was silhouetted against the fire in the hearth behind her. The curves of her figure and the lithe, toned muscles under skin and scales stood out against the drab backdrop of the room. Her face was long and graceful, ending in a snout topped with delicate nostrils. A short frill, the colour of crimson and highlighted with tones of orange and yellow, ran from the top of her head and down her neck. Her eyes were the colour of a sunset on a summer evening, the deep black pupils surrounded by a halo of yellowed gold. The flames behind her added to the closeness of the room's interior and her scales glinted in the half light. She eyed him playfully as he stood rooted to the spot, barely breathing. A slightly bewildered look on his face, as he hardly dared believe this was happening.

She had met Fynn on the road, both traveling towards Tir-Vinrel, the capital of the kingdom, and the economic heart of the realm. They had struck up a friendly conversation in a tavern to pass the time one night and had grown close as the weeks rolled by. The polite conversations they had shared at first had slowly evolved into outright flirtation and suggestion, and what she hoped was a mutual attraction. HIs thick mousey blonde hair and roughly hewn features were in stark contrast to her own finely wrought profile and searing scarlet scales. She towered over him at over 6ft. And though he was not her normal type of mate, he was open and honest, with a sharp wit and intelligence she didn't often find in humans. That, and his well muscled physique, honed after years of sword practice didn't hurt either. Even hidden beneath his ill fitting clothes Emilia had noticed.

That night as they made their final stop before entering the city proper. She met him, as usual, in the common room of the tavern they happened to be staying in. She wore only a simple white dress that clung to her figure. It was the first time she was letting him see her out of her normal travel gear. She felt his gaze linger on her exposed thighs and chest. He was trying so hard not to stare but wasn't able to resist admiring her. They were few drinks into their evening together and mid way through their normal nightly flirtatious talk. Emilya held up a delicate hand and stopped him mid sentence, levelled a sultry gaze at him. As was the way with her species, she was direct and open with her words. "Fynn, I want us to go upstairs to my room, and I want us to fuck" She clearly caught him off guard with what she had said, as he just sat and stared at her. Not quite seeming to comprehend what she had said. "Now, this very minute" she insisted "My body can't do without you anymore". Dropping a few coins on the counter she held his hand in hers and taking his acquiescence as confirmation, led him away and up the narrow flight of stairs to the bedrooms.

On the quiet landing outside her door she stopped and faced him. Her hand on his chest, feeling his fast beating heart hammering away. She smiled and held herself against him, bringing her muzzle close to his ear. In a husky whisper she drawled, "I've wanted you since that first day we met, but you've been ever so nice and chivalrous that I was beginning to lose hope of this ever happening, so I took a more direct approach. Seeing as this is our last night and all". His little nod and the growing firmness in his breeches that she could feel against her thigh were all the confirmation she needed. Stepping away from him she turned and opened the door pulling him inside and directing him towards the bed.

Emilya stepped away slightly to give him the full view of her as she peeled off her dress and tossed it to one side. Running her hands up her body, from full thighs, taught stomach, slightly swelling chest and up to her long neck. She posed and waited for him to claim his prize. She noticed his eyes were beginning to grow desperate and she grinned, showing a row of small delicate fangs. Seeing him rooted to the spot and locked in indecision she decided to make the first move by slowly advancing on him, almost as if he were prey, the movement of her swaying hips mesmerizing him. She flicked her tail lazily back and forth as she came towards him reaching out with her slender hand to cup and caress the growing bulge in his trousers. She felt his erection stiffen, threatening to rip itself free of the garment as she gently stroked him, smirking at the little gasp that escaped his mouth. She saw the effect her scent was having as it enveloped him, a thick heady mixture of the earthy tones of her body and a spice that lingered in the air around them. She leaned forward, placing her mouth on his, forcing his lips apart with her long supple tongue. Which began to explore his mouth, worming its way almost to the back of his throat. As his gag reflex kicked in she pulled away and smiling wickedly. "Now just imagine what I'm going do with it to your cock" she teased.

Her hands quickly worked at the ties to Fynn's shirt, ripping the garment from him as it began to come loose. His skin was pale beneath his clothes and his chest was covered with a fine layer of dark hair that she ran her hands through. As she lowered herself into a crouch, her mouth and hands caressing his body as she went, until her face was level with his crotch. Reaching out she slowly pulled his slacks and underwear down, allowing his full erection to finally escape. He was bigger than she had thought, with a coarse bush of pubic hair that had been trimmed short, sprouting around the base. Not as big and thick as males of her kind, but big for a human she marvelled. Emilya allowed his erection to hang free as she rubbed her cheek and muzzle against it. Her tongue darting out to lick and taste him. She spat into her right hand and closed it around his penis, begging to slowly work it along his shaft in a smooth rhythm. With her left she cupped his balls, feeling the gentle movement of his sack tightening with her touch. His soft groans of pleasure began to excite her. She could feel a heat begin to rise in her womb that worked its way up towards her chest and neck. She increased her speed and gripped tighter. Bringing her mouth to the base of his penis and running her tongue over and around his ball sack, licking teasingly between his legs almost to his ass. She delicately brought his balls into the wet warmth of her mouth and began to gently suck. All the while keeping up a continuous steady rhythm on his erect member, the salvia in her hand making a satisfyingly wet noise as she massaged the length of his cock. She released her hold on his testicels, as she could feel his legs begin to quiver, gradually working her mouth towards the tip of his cock.

She ran her tongue from the base of his dick, up and over the tip. Playing with the engorged head and back down to wrap itself around his shaft drawing it in, past the rows of sharp teeth and into the warm wet interior of her mouth. The feeling was different from what she was used to. The skin was soft and pliable and far more fragile than she was expecting. Emilya worked his cock with her mouth, taking it in its entirety and forcing it towards the back of her throat. Saliva started to escape her mouth and drip down her front as she worked her head back and forth. The gentle pressure she applied with her lips and the almost teasing scratch of her teeth seemed to add to his excitement. Her left hand slowly worked around to his ass and she delicately slipped her middle finger between them to play with his asshole. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze as he ran his hand along the top of her head caressing its curves in a way she hadn't felt from a lover before. She slowly pushed with her finger and felt it sink into his anus. She heard Fynn's gasp of shock as she entered up to the first knuckle and worked it slowly back and forth. Suddenly, she felt him grab her top frill with both hands and thrust himself deeper until his balls were touching her saliva soaked chin. Her initial surprise changed to glee as he continued to slowly fuck her mouth and she quickly joined his rhythm. His thrusts, though gentle at first, quickly became more forceful and were accompanied with little grunts and moans. His speed increased and she could feel the growing urgency as his thighs and buttocks clenched. She kept her hold on his asshole, pushing her finger in further still, working it in a circular motion before extracting it with gentle pull.

She let him give in to his animal urge for a little while, allowing him to use her mouth as roughly as he pleased. But before he could reach his peak, she pulled her head back and he came free from her mouth. Shoving him backwards onto the bed, his feet became entangled in the trousers around his ankles and he sprawled across the bed behind him. "Not just yet" she said, wiping away the spit from her mouth and rising to a standing position. She towered over him, "You didn't think I would let you cum so soon did you? she crooned. Stepping lightly up onto the straw filled mattress she positioned herself with her feet either side of his head and looked down. She could see his erection was bouncing slightly as his hammering heart pushed the blood through his body. His nervousness was gone replaced by that of hunger and desire for her body that shone from his eyes. She had him now she knew. Emilya grinned, "You know, I've walked hundreds of miles here on foot, so I think it's about time I got to ride for a while and that beautiful mouth of yours looks like the perfect place to sit". She spread her vulva wide with two fingers, exposing the soft pink wet flesh inside and lowered herself to squat over his face. In anticipation he craned his neck up and stretched out his questing tongue. Placing his hands on the backs of her thighs he took part of her weight and helped ease her down onto his open mouth.

The first touch of his tongue as it made contact with her skin was electric. It was soft and supple and he plied it with an enthusiasm that belied his innocent outward appearance. He worked slowly at first, back and forth along the entire length of her vulva, working his way into every crease and fold he found. She let out a soft hiss of pleasure feeling the sensations slowly starting to build in the pit of her stomach. Emilya fancied she could feel her womb begin to tighten while the moistness that was present between her thighs became a steady seep as her body naturally made itself ready to receive him. But not just yet, she wanted to enjoy this for a while longer. Looking down at him as he worked his mouth and tongue she gasped as he found her clitoris, his tongue making slow circular motions interspersed with little flicks to keep the rhythm random. She reached down, running her hands through Fynn's thick shaggy hair. Taking a firm hold on the back of his head she pulled his face deeper into her. He responded with a will, heedless to her juices coating his lower face and he drew the little bump of her clitoris between his lips and sucked. This was a new sensation, no male had ever done this to her before. Her thighs began to tremble as the feelings intensified and she let out the moan that had been building in her throat. Letting his head drop back to the mattress and stared into his eyes. "You sir have a devilishly wicked tongue" she gasped, "and I want more, but not before we put this to good use first". Reaching back she gave his dick a gentle tug and held it by the base of the shaft as she shifted back and held herself over it. "Is this what you want?" she asked "I want to hear you tell me you want me", he nodded in answer, "No, I want to hear you say it" she demanded. "I...I want you" Fynn stammered out "I've wanted to this since we met. I've wanted to strip you naked at every opportunity I had, and fuck you senseless" he continued, growing in confidence as he spoke. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, you're smart and you're funny and we share a connection unlike any that I've before, I think I....." She shushed him gently, stopping his gushing emotions from spilling out and smiled kindly at him "I feel the same" she said, letting a tenderness creep into her voice "and I want to talk more about it, but first, I'm going to ruin this dick of yours and you're going to cum for me, ok?" He nodded again and then his eyes went wide as she slowly rested the tip of dick against the opening of her vagina and pushed him inside.

She rode him in a crouch at first, grinding her hips down onto him. Feeling him go deeper with each time she came down to impale herself on his cock. He began to match her motion, rising to meet her as she came down. He reached out to take her hands and steady her. His breaths were coming as gasps and his breathing was becoming heavier. She rode him until the sweat glistened on his body. Without warning he changed position on her. She let out a little squeal of surprise and giggled as he pulled her down and to the right so that they rolled together ending up with him on top of her grinning. Fynn raised himself up, leaning over staring into her eyes and continued thrusting forcefully into her. She reached up and pulled him to her, cradling his head next to hers, their bodies entwined as one. She could hear his breathing in her ear and soft grunts as he ground his pelvis into hers. "Fuck me harder" she said softly into his ear "I've been been a good girl haven't I? I deserve it" He sat up into a kneeling position between her legs and took her slim firm legs under his arms pulling her hard into each forward motion of hips. She could see him looking down to watch himself slide in and out of her. And she became slightly jealous at his view. He changed grip on her legs and held them by the ankles, opening his arms wide to fully spread her open. Emilya could feel and hear the slap of his balls on her ass as his intensity grew and she seductively ran her hands across her body and down to her vagina. Dropping her legs he grabbed her wrists and fell forward once more to pin them above her head with one hand. With the other he gripped her throat and held her down while he fucked her. "Is this what you wanted?" he panted. She nodded eagerly, the loss of control and his sudden assertiveness exciting her beyond measure. The deep warmth that she had felt earlier was increasing and spreading throughout her entire body. She couldn't stop the moans from escaping her mouth each time he plunged into her. And it seemed to spur him on to become more vocal, letting out soft moans of his own to compliment hers. "Fuck me from behind" she begged "I want you to take me like you own me". Responding with a speed that she found exhilarating he withdrew himself and flipped over onto her front, pushing her face into the bedding and lifting her buttocks. She slipped her tail over his shoulder wrapping it around his neck. She wiggled her bottom seductively, "Hurry, I need you back inside me" she moaned.

He penetrated her exposed vulva, forcing his way in. The curve of his penis angled up hitting new areas inside her vagina that she normally only reached with her toys. She could feel herself being inched forward by the force with which he was thrusting until her face was pushed up against the headboard of the bed. She was beginning to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm welling up from within and reached between her legs with her right hand and began to rub her clitoris. She could feel his dick, slick with her fluids, sliding in and out of her with the tip of her little finger. "Keep going, don't stop" she groaned, getting closer to the edge. Pushing down a little harder with her hand she continued the movement of her fingers keeping up the stimulation on her clitoris. She could feel it coming and there was no stopping, she concentrated on the sensation of him deep inside her and how much she had wanted this. Her body trembled and shook slightly. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum" she gasped. The build up was suddenly released in an instant as her whole body shook, her orgasm engulfed her. She let out a cry of pleasure, that was muffled slightly by the bed sheets her face was now pressed into, and as he continued to fuck her, keeping up the intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing her cries became wild and uncontrolled. Her mind losing focus on everything but the sensation of her climax. Emilya lost the fight with the pressure inside her and gushed, it shot past his engorged dick and onto his crotch and down their legs to soak into a wet puddle on the bed. Slightly embarrassed, she tried to apologise for the mess but wasn't able to form a coherent sentence. After a moment she realised he had pulled out of her and had brought his face down to lick and kiss her exposed vulva. She was panting and feeling slightly light headed and was not expecting his tongue, that moved up from her vagina to her asshole, to feel as good as it did. "Ohhhhh, that feels nice" she gasped " I haven't had that done in a while". A thought occurred that excited her "Do you want to fuck me in ass?" she asked mischievously. "I'll let you finish in there, seeing as you've been such a good boy for me". As if in answer she felt him pull away and spit onto her exposed anus, feeling the pressure of his penis pressing against her and she relaxed her asshole allowing him to slowly slide in.

The stretch she felt at having him fully inside her ass was uncomfortable at first but the feeling soon changed to one of pleasure as Fynn drew himself almost to the point of pulling out and then back in. She could feel the whole length of him disappear into her and she took great satisfaction of hearing him groan in ecstasy as she clenched and tightened the seal around his cock. He began to build the momentum and the strength of his thrusts again. She came up onto all fours and arched her back, allowing him an easier position to penetrate her from. He grabbed the base of her tail and reached forward to clasp her throat, holding her head and twisting it back to make her watch him take her. "Ruin my ass" she hissed "Stretch it out so I can feel you for the next week". His breathing changed to short grunts as pushed harder with each stroke. He increased the pressure on her neck, choking her slightly, and he pulled harder on her tail drawing her closer to him. "You're going to make me cum" he said, panting. Emilya wanted it, she wanted to feel him fill her up. "Do it" she ordered "Fucking cum in my ass". No sooner had the words left her mouth, when she felt him thrust hard one last time and groan an deep animalistic sound. She felt him jerk and his dick pulse as he emptied himself into her. He slowly pulled himself free and slumped back onto the bed. She stayed on all fours, savouring the lingering feeling in her asshole and the warmth it now contained. She could feel the slow ooze of semen slip down inner thigh as it leaked from her. She reached back and held her hand out behind her, pushing gently with her abdomen muscles and rectum to extract his load from her. It trickled out into the palm of her hand and she held it has she turned to face him. Making direct eye contact, she brought her hand to her mouth and greedily licked it clean. She could see his erection falling and quickly bent down to take it in her mouth trying to extract every last bit of his seed. "I'm going to want more after that little taste you know" she sighed and smiled at him.

Sitting up again, they knelt in front of each other and she reached out a hand to cup his face. "Not many men could make cum like that you know" she told him mischievously "that's a gift you have there". He looked back at her, a little dazed, "You can have as much of it as you want" he promised, giving her a wide grin "Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and we can go again if you like?".

In fact she could see him slowly getting hard again. Her eyes widened, "Already?" she said, a touch of astonishment coming into her voice. He came towards her and pushed her onto her back, leaning over her. "Of course" He said seriously "but this time we'll do it my way".