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In his cave, a dragon - young, but mighty - stretched, draping himself leisurely over his massive hoard. Few non-dragons would ever truly understand how soothing the touch of gold against scales was. Shu had managed to amass plenty despite being relatively young for a dragon. He had his own den, he had his riches, perhaps he lacked a mate but he was in no rush in that regard. Eventually a dragoness would surely stumble into his territory. One with long, curved horns and slick, shimmering scales, sharp pearly fangs and a tail thick and muscular enough to curve around his waist as they mated.

Shu shook his head. It was all too easy to get lost in daydreams when you had nothing else that needed to be done. He had plenty of food stored up too, and thus no interest in leaving his den or the comfortable metallic scent of his growing hoard. With nothing else to do, though, maybe there was no reason to avoid daydreaming. Slowly, the dragon's thoughts drifted back to a potential future mate. She'd surely have frilled ears, a breath hot enough to scorch and melt even stone, and talons that'd gouge deep into the bedrock as she writhed in pleasure underneath him. And of course, under her tail, she'd have a sopping wet slit eager to hug his stiff, ridged cock.

He felt himself swell up at those fantasies, his hardness resting against the mass of gold coins and jewellery that he was lying on. He didn't really _like_idle days, but maybe, just maybe for today, it'd be fine. Tomorrow he'd do something productive, like extract tribute from the nearby villages. He found himself salivating at the idea of a whole roasted pig or even cow. It wasn't as if the villagers didn't benefit from it too; lesser predators never dared to enter a dragon's territory, so as long as they had the occasional roast to feed him, everyone was safer than they'd be without him.

Shu slowly bucked his hips, grinding his swollen length against, and into the cool caress of treasure, leaking precum as he fantasized of both finding an eventual beautiful mate to share his lair with, and a large tribute-roast from one the villages he helped protect. He pictured bending his theoretical mate over that pile of gold, pushing her tail aside to reveal that honeyed wet slit, the only treasure he was currently missing, and more beautiful and alluring than even most of his impressive hoard. A luscious incarnadine flower that'd make him shiver and roar with ecstasy as he buried himself to the hilt inside it. He throbbed with excitement. Life as a dragon was good.

Granted, as enjoyable as that thought was, he didn't exactly want to cum into his hoard - the clean-up was a horror show, every time - and so gradually his movements slowed down as Shu slowly closed his eyes as well, letting himself drift into a well-earned daytime nap. Any other affairs could wait a little longer. He sprawled his draconic form over his hoard and simply relaxed.

As he was dozing off, he never heard the quiet footsteps of an intruder in his lair. Most wouldn't have. Not when those feet were soft, furry, and padded, and the intruder far, far smaller than oneself. An otter slowly approached from the cave's entrance, her eyes darting from wall to wall to make sure there was no danger. Well, beyond the enormous dragon asleep on his pile of treasure. She carefully slipped into the main chamber, avoiding the jangly coins littered across the floor, and squatted, opening up a bag she'd been carrying. Quickly, she began scooping the coins inside, though, watching the dragon, she found herself more and more distracted.

There was something beautiful about him, majestic almost. His whole body looked so very handsome lounged atop his treasures, and his ridged shaft jutting out stiffly, caught in the grasp of whatever dream-lover he was enjoying, practically demanded she stare at it. Perhaps touch it.

No, no. You're being silly, the otter thought. You came here for reason. This one's hoard was magnificent. Doubloons from downright ancient times, necklaces that'd once adorned the necks of local kings and queens, decorated weapons - that she had to be careful not to cut herself on, lacking protective scales of her own at the moment - and... oh. She paused for a moment, digging as quietly as she could among heavy gold coins and rough, uncut jewels. Her webbed fingers wrapped around a long, thin, golden rod, smooth to the point of the surface being perfectly flawless and curved in the faintest S-shape. She couldn't help but giggle, realizing after a moment's thought what the tool was. She leaned in to sniff at the surface, trying to determine if the drake even knew, or if it was like most things in a younger dragon's hoard; shiny objects gathered for no rhyme or reason.

Either way, the thing was almost as thick as the otter's arm. Solid gold and no doubt worth a fortune. Ancient dragon-smiths loved creating elaborate and exorbitantly expensive s-

The green drake stirred in his sleep. The otter froze immediately, but her hand was still wrapped around the base of the rod, which in turn was still halfway in the pile of treasure. The otter glanced up at him, then down, at the pile, noticing coins slowly trickling down along the sides. If she moved as much as an inch, the whole thing would come crashing down like an avalanche of gold. And gold was heavy. In fact, it was going to happen even if she did nothing at all, the otter quickly realized. Which meant...

The otter grabbed the base of the rod firmly and dove out of the way, yanking it out of the pile just moments before a tide of treasure washed over where she'd stood only moments ago.

Shu let out a less than impressive squawking cry as he woke up to the sensation of falling. His hoard was crumbling underneath him! And he'd just sorted it into perfectly equal, comfortable mounds. He rolled down the side, groggy mind unable to quite orient itself enough to figure out which way was up and which was down until he slammed heavily against the cave wall.

Of course no day that starts off nice is going to remain nice, Shu grumbled, if only internally, as he laid there upside down for a moment, staring towards the cave roof. It looked like the whole entrance had been sealed off by gold-fall too, which meant he'd have to dig himself out, and that was always incredibly annoying- wait. A scent tickled his nostrils. There was someone else in his lair! A thief, a vandal, an... otter.

"I know you're here, trying to steal my treasures," he grumbled, scattering coins all over as he turned around. For a moment, his entire hide glittered like gold, before the treasures briefly embedded in his scale began to fall off. "Just show yourself, and I _might_let you go in exchange for tidying all this up again..."

The otter slowly stuck her head out of the pile of treasure with a worried look on her face. Shu, frustrated as he was at the mess the thief had made, and of course, the fact that she was a thief to begin with, nonetheless couldn't help but grin at the sight of her. At least his would-be robber was adorable. Rather attractive, too, as far as women about a tenth of his size went.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked. "I only needed a few coins to... save my brother. They're holding him hostage. Another dragon is, I mean," she improvised quickly, and realizing that it didn't sound convincing, she quickly crawled out of the pile of gold entirely. The avalanche had left most of her clothes disheveled, and so she bared her half-naked body for the drake. While it didn't do much to make her story more convincing, the otter's personal experience had taught her that the sight of her modest, fuzz-covered breasts and especially the puffy mound between her legs at least worked as a distraction for males. "Would you please help me?"

"What dragon?" Shu asked. He wasn't aware of any others anywhere nearby, and so, he was naturally suspicious. He craned his neck until his head was only inches away from the small otter.

"Well, um, in the next kingdom over," the otter continued. "A black dragoness. She stole away my brother, knowing that I'm a... a thief," she narrated, forcing herself to sob.

"Hm..." Shu grumbled. He wasn't entirely convinced by what the little otter was saying. Yet, she was adorable - both cute and attractive despite her diminutive stature - and Shu prided himself on being at least a little more caring than the average drake, caring only about his hoard. Oh, he cared about his hoard plenty, but it wasn't the only thing in his life. "An offer, then," he spoke, in slow, measured syllables. "Stay here with me for a week, and I'll let you have enough treasure to buy your brother's freedom."

"That's... it? Oh, thank-" the otter began, but Shu interrupted her.

"That's not quite it. You'll also be naked while staying here. And you'll be polishing my horns and scales. I have always wanted a servant, and you're much cuter than a kobold, " he rumbled. Now, that faint hint of a smile had grown into a toothy grin. "Consider it payment."

He would, of course, have given her what she needed regardless. Shu was a good-natured dragon at heart, even if he wasn't above making the otter his personal servant for a while, if time allowed. He'd always wanted one, after all. Polishing your own horns wasn't the easiest thing to do.

The otter nodded. "I accept," she chirped, with a subtle grin on her face. This could've gone a lot worse, she thought to herself. Of course, just the same way as the drake had some selfish interests and no doubt secrets - she had noticed his gaze lingering on her sex - she did, as well. For now, though, she was all too happy to get to know the handsome dragon, if only as a "servant". Her fingers trailed over the golden rod she'd found; more than anything, she was anticipating an opportunity to introduce the male to something no doubt entirely new.

But first, they'd have to get comfortable with each other. Initially, Shu intended to let the otter clean up her own mess, but unfortunately, what she took an hour to do, he could finish in only a few minutes thanks to his superior size and strength, and in the end, he did most of the tidying himself.

The first night after their first meeting they initially slept separately. For Shu, his bed of treasure was nothing but supremely comfortable, but he kept noticing the otter grumble, whimper, and groan as she tried curling her soft body up in her own smaller pile. Mammals, it seemed, weren't quite as suited for the draconic lifestyle. Eventually, her sounds of discomfort were too much for him, and he scooped her up, dropping the smaller otter onto his belly.

"Just don't wriggle too much or we'll both be awake all night," he grumbled. The otter looked adorably startled laying on top of him, though. Impossible to resist, like a kitten, only clearly more attractive, owing to her sensual curves. Eventually, they were both snoring happily together with one of Shu's wings draped over his new guests.

The two of them adapted to having each other around quickly. Thanks to Shu being, well, a dragon, they had no shortage of food perfectly cooked by his fiery breath. The otter, meanwhile, did what she'd agreed to, grooming the drake - very slowly - from top to toe, horns included, diligently brushing his scales to a mirror sheen, while also providing a conversational partner that Shu realized he'd sorely missed. It did, however, seem that every conversation ended up more and more carnal, slowly betraying more and more of her naughtier side. It wasn't that Shu himself wasn't_a rather horny drake, himself, but he _was a little afraid of scaring off his new friend if he were too up-front about it.

And so, their relationship kept advancing. A few days later, she was scrubbing Shu's belly, naked, as always. He insisted that nobody needed to wear clothes in his den, and thanks to the natural warmth of his body, doing so quickly became uncomfortable either way. That gave him an excellent opportunity to admire her mustelid form, though, without the otter noticing. She was beautiful, with breasts large for her size, gently flared hips, not to mention a rather pretty pink slit between her legs. If only she had been a little bigger.

It was only when it was far too late that Shu realized he was growing hard again staring at her, and while the otter didn't notice what his eyes were doing, she certainly noticed his growing erection pushing out of his sheath right in front of her. It was enough to make even a dragon blush.

"Mm. Feeling a little pent up, are we?" the otter giggled. "Or perhaps you're really into otters, hm?"

"Not a lot of dragonesses around," Shu huffed.

"Oh, you've not seen any?" the otter replied with a grin that almost seemed surprised, or perhaps foreboding. "How strange! Well, I'm sure one will stumble in here eventually, mhm. If I wasn't so small, I'd offer to help... or, maybe there is something I could do," she added.

"No, don't- don't force yourself, I'm_fine,_" Shu replied, a little too self-conscious and far too horny to notice what the otter might've been hinting at. Since she was clearly comfortable with it, his flirty side was starting to shine through as he got more and more comfortable with having the little mustelid around. "Not that you aren't beautiful. Really, I bet you cause these kinds of reactions with any male who lays his eyes on you," he chuckled. "Really, you must be used to it."

"Maybe," she smiled, in playful tone. "But if you're anything like those other males, you'd surely welcome it if I did this," she added, and before Shu could protest, she wrapped both of her hands around as much of Shu's cock as she could and gave the stiff length a loving, squeezing, stroke. All the way from tip to where it disappeared into his soft sheath. He groaned in response.

"Yep, yep. Looks like you definitely need it," she grinned. "I felt this thing nudging against me last night, you know, so I think it's time to care of it. Just tell me to stop if you want me to."

"Nnf, no, please, don't stop on my behalf, rrfh-" Shu huffed and snarled as the otter ran her hands down his length again, paying special attention to every sensitive, fleshy ridge on the way down. Her hands felt smooth and soft as silk.

He had completely forgotten how badly he needed it. It'd been ages since he had anyone else pay that kind of attention to him, and the otter, strangely enough, seemed to know exactly how to handle a draconic cock. Soon, she was hugging his shaft against herself and grinding her whole slinky form against it, slathering him in little kisses. Soon he was teetering rather close to the edge of climax, and just as he felt that wonderful pressure starting to build, the otter stopped.

"I think we could do more," the otter huffed. By now, she was comfortable enough with him that she didn't hesitate to finger herself while laying on top of her new, draconic lover. Afterall, why wouldn't she, grinding as she was against his very cock? Watching it only succeeded in getting him even hornier.

"I wish. You might be overestimating how big you are," he replied with an apologetic grin. There was no way he'd fit inside her. Not even slightly. The full-body hug she was giving him was good enough, anyway.

"Oh, I wouldn't be the one getting stuffed," she smiled back, and finally, after days of waiting for the right opportunity, she pulled that golden rod she's discovered on her first day from the pile of treasure.

"What is that?" he asked.

"What, you don't recognize your own treasures? Tsk. It's a sounding rod," the otter continued, her smile never faltering, and her other hand still leisurely kneading her sopping wet folds. "Since you clearly didn't bother figuring it out, maybe you'd like me to show you how they're used? I think you'd enjoy it."

"I'm- um, I'm not sure," Shu stuttered. He felt a little nervous about it. The toy was far too narrow to be meant to go under his tail, which left only one real option. One that made his stomach clench. "Where would it even... go?"

"Mm. Oh, you have no idea at all? Just close your eyes and relax," the otter giggled. "Trust me. You're going to _love_this."

"I'm really not sure," he hesitated, having some suspicions, and feeling a lot less like a mighty dragon all of a sudden, but eventually, he leaned back with a sigh. "Fine. Just be careful or I might accidentally scorch you," he cautioned the otter.

"Please, if you breathed fire when you moan, you'd already have reduced me to cinders" she chirped. And then, hugging the drake's firm shaft to herself with one arm, she lifted the heavy metal rod with the other, and positioned the blunt, smoothed end against the slit at the very tip of his manhood. It felt warm, against that very sensitive part of him. And then, it slipped inside. The toy wasn't big enough to stretch him, but it was nonetheless a bizarre - and yet, good - sensation of being touched from the inside, something most males would never feel. His breath hitched as the otter allowed it to slide a little deeper. His precum welled up around it, and immediately the otter's tongue was there, tasting him.

Slowly, slowly, she let gravity guide the rod, and that strange sensation grew and grew, completely overwhelming the dragon's mind. It felt as if he was already cumming, or just about to, or even more accurately, stuck at that sweet moment just before an orgasm. His claws dug into the cave floor, and he let out a rumbling growl of pleasure. At the same time, beyond that wonderful physical feeling, he felt like he was entirely at the otter's mercy, which for a big and dominant dragon like himself, was a heady and intoxicating sensation all its own. Even if it'd only last for as long as she was playing with him.

"Mm, how does that feel?" the otter murmured. "I used to do this with my previous lover, and he reacted just like you did," she added, tracing a finger through the slippery mess of precum coating the drake's cock. She, for her part, was quickly leaving a wet patch on his belly, where her warm and thrumming folds smushed against his scales. Then she pushed the rod a little deeper yet, until the blunt tip was gently kneading into the muscles at the very base of Shu's cock. The same ones that would, given enough arousal, be pumping out his cum. If it'd felt like he was stuck near an orgasm earlier, it was twice as intense, now. The drake let out a stuttering roar, loud enough to make the walls of the cave shake as dust swirled down.

"See? Men are always so busy wanting to stick their cocks in everything that they never pause to wonder how it might feel having something inside it! Well, don't just be quiet," his lover smiled. "Tell me what it feels like."

"Amazing," Shu replied, from between clenched jaws. "It's like... the inverse of mounting someone..."

"Mhm. Isn't it just?" the otter grinned. And then, she thrust the little toy all the way down into Shu's rock-hard shaft. He felt the end of it somewhere near his bladder. It felt like he was going to lose control of himself entirely, like he was going to--

"Don't worry," the otter whispered, assuaging his worries of embarrassing himself somehow. "You won't. Just relax and give up trying to fight anything," she guided him, simply holding a single toe against the tip of his cock, to prevent his wildly flexing muscles from expelling the toy.

The flood of sensations was beyond indescribable. Like he was going to wet himself. Like he already had. Like he was currently doing so, and also orgasming at the same time, or very near to it. The drake's mind was reeling with how overwhelming it all was, but one thing was for certain - something was going to happen very soon. It didn't take much thinking to figure out what. His hips bucked upwards, the muscles at the base of his cock gripping the toy tightly, and the rest of his body equally tensing up in preparation for something wonderful.

"There you go," the otter cooed, feeling his cock swell a little bigger yet as the spellbound drake approached a _real_orgasm. "Just let it all out. Let's see just what a productive boy you are."

Shu snarled in protest at her attempts at dominating him, and yet was entirely unable to keep his voice from trembling.

"Hey, if you don't want to be a good submissive dragon boy, just don't cum for me right now," the otter giggled, and then pushed the rod in more firmly.

That was all it took. No matter how much Shu tried to not cum for her, at least not right after that line, he was completely powerless to stop it. He felt that sweet, climactic pressure build in his loins, and although he had no idea if he was actually going to cum this time - having been stuck feeling as if he was for as long as she'd been playing with him - her playful grin told him that this was the real deal.

He throbbed hard, and somehow, having that rod deep in his shaft for his muscles to squeeze and clench around made that first orgasmic spasm so much stronger that he could barely breathe. It felt like he was cumming a dozen times as much as much as normal. All he could do was thrust upwards weakly and squirm breathlessly as his seed erupted out around the toy.

The otter deftly avoided the first messy spurt of cum that jetted from Shu's twitching length. The next pushed the sounding rod out with it, and she caught it mid-air, but in doing so, caught the third eruption of his seed over her chest. That wetness had an effect that Shu certainly wouldn't have foreseen.

"Rrf. F-fuck," the otter growled, having realized what was about to happen. Her form shimmered, like a mirage, and then, the otter was suddenly growing. Twice, thrice, and more her original size as limbs elongated into something distinctly more draconic, scales sweeping over where fur had been growing before, her squeaks of protest morphing into reptilian hisses and snarls as she tried to wrestle her transformative spell under control, but to no avail; it had well and truly been broken.

Shu felt like he had gone delirious with pleasure, at first. It wasn't an altogether undesirable sensation. He'd simply felt so good that his mind had completely snapped, and the otter he'd lived with for a few days now was morphing into a dragon. No, a dragoness, on top of him. It made precious little sense to his orgasm-inflamed mind, but he watched it nonetheless, with rapt attention, until his orgasmic twitching and jerking slowed to a faint, shuddering afterglow, allowing some measure of thought to return to his swimming, dizzy mind.

She was never an otter, he told himself. It felt like he had to nail those thoughts down to keep them from floating away in the blissful post-orgasmic glow. That's an illusion spell being broken. Which means a dragoness infiltrated your lair. He felt like he should've cared a lot, but his mind was so far away in that happy, warm place where no worries existed for a little longer yet. "A- dragon... dragon_ess_," Shu stuttered. He was rarely completely surprised, but _this,_this had done the trick. On top of him sat a female of his own species, though one with black scales that shimmered like an oil slick.

She seemed a little dizzy from her sudden transformation, or rather return to form, but managed to give Shu an almost apologetic grin, as if she was sorry - but not really - about her trickery.

"Oh, I didn't... didn't know the transformation spell was that easy to break," she slurred, trying to catch her bearings while looking down at the equally flabbergasted male. "S-sorry about that."

"Why? Why would you go through all this? Why not just tell me what you were?" Shu protested with a growl. In truth, he knew exactly why. Every dragon had their strange obsession, things they pursued to no real benefit to themselves. His was his beautiful hoard that he'd never spend. Hers, it seemed, was trickery. He was trying to find the leverage he needed to throw the female off him. She was almost as big as him, though. "You could've just- could've just asked me to fuck you instead of making it a bizarre week-long scheme to make me want to fuck an otter, of all things, you-"

Sometimes, he really couldn't handle the schemes of other dragons.

"Well, no harm done, right? Besides, I did_mean to just borrow some of your treasures, at first," the black dragoness giggled, smoke escaping the corners of her mouth. "But it turns out you're _far_more fun to _play with than steal from."

Shu could still scarcely believe his eyes. In front of him, the petite little otter had transformed into a dragoness just about his own size and age, currently straddling him, something he might've found a little threatening if it wasn't for her obviously needy scent. As always, though, lust universally trumped caution. All Shu could do was thank his lucky stars that the otter hadn't turned out to be a shark, or dragon-eating squid.

Regardless, he had to get out of this position. He angled himself to throw her off, but the dragoness was having none of it. Her eyes narrowed with mischief, and she quickly pushed the golden rod back into his still-erect shaft. Shu nearly saw stars as he went limp. A gasp escaped his lips again as she wrested away control of his body.

"That, and I think you're pretty happy to be my drake either way, aren't you?" she grinned toothily, as her tail curled around his own. "When you think about it, what are you angry about? I never even got to steal anything, and you discovered something new and exciting."

"I'll show you exciting," the dragon choked out, in what was meant to sound menacing but ended up more flirty than anything, warped by the immense pleasure his mind was swimming in. Shu wanted to nip her for that, but it did feel just heavenly. His precum welled up around the small golden rod as she kept working it further down into his urethra again. He threw his head back in pleasured submission, surrendering himself to the cunning dragoness' ministrations, robbed of any measure of self-control.

"Mhm. I knew you'd agree," the dragoness purred. "But you know, there is more I want from you. Something I suspect you want, as well," she added with a breathy whisper, and slowly turned around on top of Shu's body. Her tail flicked out of the way, heavily, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at her dew-soaked slit, the scent of her lust filling his nostrils. As if he hadn't already been under her spell! His shaft bucked in her grasp, signaling what his body wanted in no uncertain terms.

"I see I'm right... again," she churred, scooting back until her wet folds smushed against Shu's snout. He didn't hesitate; his tongue dove out to sample the offered, beautifully feminine bounty in greedy laps, each scooping up more of her flavor and even plunging briefly into that silken vice. "T-that's it," she hissed, her grasp on his cock tightening. The sounding rod, kneading into the muscles that'd soon be pumping out his seed in orgasmic spasms, made him feel like he was going to cum again almost immediately, or even that he was already cumming, even if nothing was coming out. The fact that his senses were completely overwhelmed by the dragoness' spicy, tangy flavor didn't help.

"Though I think it'd only be fair if you cum where I want you to, next... you got to enjoy these toys once already, hm?" she crooned. Shu replied with a lusty growl that the dragoness felt more than heard, the soft vibrations against her sex sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She pushed back against him, grinding her leaking slit against his tongue, his open mouth, probably over his nostrils, while growling and squirming in ecstasy. Shu thrust his tongue deep into that dripping mess, the dragoness' lust tasting like honey and ambrosia as it filled his greedy mouth.

Slowly and deliberately, she pulled the sounding rod out of the drake's pulsating shaft, making sure that he could feel every inch of it, and darting a little lick over his glans to take in his flavor. Then, the dragoness finally decided it was her turn to get pleasured. As fun as tricking the male had been, her body had more needs than just trickery, and even more so than his nimble tongue, as heavenly as it felt circling around her stiff, draconic clit, and thrusting into her clenching sex.

She rolled off him and dropped onto her natural posture on all fours, waggling her hindquarters at the male. In an instant, Shu - his snout wet with her juices and his nostrils filled with her heat-scent - was atop her, her taloned forearms wrapped around her waist with a dominant, possessive hunger.

"Just admit it, this is why you came here," he growled, and yet, he couldn't stop himself from licking the dragoness' neck and every other part he could reach, perhaps somewhat lessening the impact of his attempted ferocity.

"Only after you caught me- mmh!" the dragoness replied, squirming and huffing as Shu's tapered cockhead dragged over her sodden folds. He was so overstimulated he felt like could explode from the slightest touch, and as such, he took it slow, determined to enjoy the dragoness as much as he could.

He was still a little angry and frustrated at her deceit, but as always with the male ego, nothing was quite as soothing for it as sex, no matter how bruised. The slick, inviting heat of her sex was, perhaps, all the better for it. His hips bucked, and both dragons roared with pleasure as his rock-hard cock finally sank into her wonderfully tight and warm body, that massaging, squeezing sensation engulfing him all the way to the hilt. It was heavenly. Shu could already feel another orgasm beginning to build in his loins, but he was determined to at least make the dragoness cream herself around his cock, first.

Shu gritted his teeth and began to thrust, with steady but sharp jabs of his hips. It seemed their earlier play had excited the dragoness a fair bit as well, going by how she was clenching and quivering around him in response to his rutting, but that only made it harder to resist for Shu. Every massaging little spasm of her sex around him was, after all, designed by biology to push him over the edge, and no matter how strong someone's self-control was, no man could resist that urge forever. The more he pleased her, the more her body reciprocated and pleased him in turn. Shu realized the best he could hope for was a mutual climax.

He coiled around as much of her as he could, thrusts growing faster and faster as he rutted into her warm, vice-like caress, grunting and growling. Beneath him, the dragoness trembled, her body already beginning to tense up in preparation for a massive climax.

This was exactly what she'd been hoping for the moment she first laid her eyes on the handsome green drake. She reveled_in the way his cock filled her, the way his meaty ridges dug into her inner walls, and in how _hungry he felt atop her, almost feral in his desire to claim her fully, and soon enough, he would. It wasn't long before her black-scaled body was trembling with pleasure and anticipating more. Each of the drake's thrusts sounded wet and slippery, and they came faster and faster, until she finally closed her eyes and surrendered to pleasure.

She sang out in blissful joy as her orgasm swept over her, her silken sex spasming and squeezing around Shu's cock as if thanking him for mounting her. Her juices gushed out around him, through the tight seal of his cock, soaking his hind legs, but Shu barely even noticed. All he was really aware of was how she milked him, and finally, with her having reached her peak, he could allow himself to, as well. His jaws clenched around the base of the dragoness' neck, and he hammered into her at frantic, breakneck speed for the last few seconds of their mating, growling against her hide. Then, finally, he hilted inside her. A shudder shot through his whole body as his cock throbbed inside her, those much-teased muscles at the base of his cock finally getting to do what they were meant to.

His shaft jerked, a rope of silvery seed splattered deep inside the dragoness, and his world dissolved into pleasure along with hers. Together, the dragons trembled and shivered, grinding and bucking against each other in the throes of their mutual release. Her body drank every drop of his warm, thick offering, and he was all too happy to give it all to her. After a few thrashing, spasming moments of ecstasy longer, she lost her footing and slumped down onto the cave floor, in a comfortable pile of treasure slick with her juices. Shu followed her motion with instinctive ease, his body practically screaming at him to never leave that wet, warm slice of heaven in which he was buried.

He could barely muster any words at all, having had two incredible orgasms in what couldn't have been more than half an hour. If even that. Every muscle in his draconic form ached, but pleasurably, like someone had given him a very rough massage. In a way, he supposed someone had, though it'd been very focused on a single part of him. He leaned down to nuzzle at the dragoness' neck.

I still don't even know her name, he thought. He wasn't going to pressure her. Once ready, she'd tell him.Hopefully.

"You know," she finally spoke, stretching like a cat underneath him. "If I end up staying here, I will _absolutely_be borrowing some of your treasure. It's only fair with how many new things I introduced you to."

Shu nipped her frilled ear, drawing a distinctly non-draconic squeak from her. A lingering effect of her otter transformation, perhaps. Not that she wasn't right. He was already, even in his completely spent and drained state, looking forward to the next session with that smooth, golden rod rubbing him from inside, robbing away all control of his muscles. Or her body doing the same thing on the outside. Despite his exhaustion, Shu twitched inside her at that mélange of warm and sticky erotic fantasies.

For now, though, he was happy simply laying on top of her, lazing the way dragons who had everything they needed - from a hefty hoard to a loving, at least potential mate - typically did.