Your Dragoness Awaits
#9 of Verse and Other Nonsense!
Simple doggerel about a man becoming a more suitable Draconic Partner.
It's not quite 2AM, but it's close. Someone is smoking in the room below me, and it billows up, sour and musty, into my window. I wasn't going to get to sleep anyways. It's always struck me, that people smoke, just to be a little bit more like dragons . . .
Your Dragoness Awaits
A slipping lick
A sloppy lap
The Dragon takes her time
Although you wish
She'd take a nap
Before she chose to dine
The tongue is hot
The breath is warm
Her maw is wide and deadly
Your form is bare
Movement impaired
A terrifying medley
Her tongue strokes down
Across you chest
Leaving a trail of goo
Less deadly than
The other things
That she could choose to do
Your nipples twitch
Your chest now smooth
Your wan complexion pales
Your muscles bulge
Your skin contracts
Your hide sprouts smooth white scales
It seems her plan
For you tonight
Is more than simply dinner
Though as your neck
Does strain and bulge
You hardly feel a winner
Popping out
With strains and twists
Your neck cracks ever longer
Guided on
By supple tongue
With each snap feeling stronger
Arms clenching out
With corded poise
Your hand a scaly claw
She sniff and laps
With merriment
And supple teasing maw
She doesn't seem
As big while now
Your form swells ever larger
Your chest soon bulging
Rounding out
Now broader than a charger
Lapping down your back
She smiles
Over her growing male
With terrifying
Nibbling
She teases out a tail
It's broad and strong
And waves around
As she tugs it out
You wonder why
She brought you here
And what this is about
Your thighs bulk up
Your feet splay to
Draconic scaly toes
That scrape back as
She leans and pants
And sniffs them with her nose
Forming smooth bands
Your undercarriage
Grows smooth and taut and wide
You wonder
What did happen
When it overtook your pride
With growing
Sultry sniffing
She huffs about your collar
The feelings
Hot and sensitive
Make you groan and holler
A membrane thin
With limbs stretched strong
Strange and wondrous things
Your Shoulders clench
You loose a growl
And flap your forming wings
With calm
Deliberation
She laps up past your jowl
Her smell is
Hot and fiery
It makes you want to howl
Your face creaks out
With white smooth scale
Your teeth all pull to points
Your nose tugs out
Your nostrils huff
You stretch out all your joints
She walks
Around you coyly
With flicks of sultry tail
Your horns press out
And spikes adorn
This perfect dragon male
Although
It's unconventional
And not your standard date
You follow her
To deeper caves
Your dragoness awaits