Operation Vipera
Fire, the storm of a arsonists wet dream. The idea of that volcano could come out of the middle of a continental plate was just unthinkable. But it had happened, and it hand happened oh so close to his interests. Warth, being a fire dragon that he was had little to worry of either the heat or of the fumes musing about him in a random pattern of both visible and deadly invisible wisps. Though clearly unable to see, he was unworried of the repercussions. After all, his game was probably at the heart of the damn event.
He walks slowly, across the peak of the volcano as ash and lava spew into the air like so many different flings of paint would for a splash artist. The sky was a turmoil of red and black, against a seemingly dead forest. The fires of the dark and charred forest put out by the very event that had started them. And the dragon, was eager, no, excited to find the key player of this little disaster zone. As his fingers wander over the top of the temperature gauge, he drops it, letting it sink to the ground through the smoke. He starts to hum a bit of tone drifting through his throat as he walks towards her.
He gets her with no cheap tricks, no mind games, just the sheer presence this go around, his paws wrapping around her hips from behind in a pool of rather hot knee deep lava. Her hot scales against his hot body as he lets his fingers grace her curves, the touch of his body aiming to match hers as the dragoness drips juices that would almost be as hot as the sun from her sex. He gives out a gentle purring sound as he presses against her firmly. His heat to hers as he growls to her, sharp teeth snapping at her neck in a beast like display of passion. His mind clogged more so than the sky by her presence. As he holds her, his hips slide to hers as his paws slide up her back. His maw slides down her spine, taking her scent, and allowing her no movement under his keep. His maw slides down to the left of her tail, over her tail hole and her sex. Stopping at her sex to place steady laps on her swollen and burning hot folds. He allows himself the gracing of his tongue sliding into that oven of a sex, running against her walls as if to spread the heat around, utterly transfixed on her.
He pushes on her, keeping a constant hold on her he makes her go down in the lava, the warmth of the molten stone only surpassed by the heat of their bodies, and the feral passion flowing through them. His mind is a reeling mess of lustful chemicals as he pins her, hips to hips, body to body. His maw again bites at her neck, harder, leaving the slightest of a mark before he bites her tail, making her raise it. Use of his paws gone with the lust of his mind, his tongue spreads her, tests her, licks her from the deepest part of her being as he starts to run his fingers against her inner thigh.
Vipera squealed and batted at him, even hissing at him as he teased her, drunken by her state, almost more than she was. She squeaks and kicks at him when he nips her tail, but raises it none the less. Only ending up to be pleasantly pleased when Warth, with no real asked consent pulls her hips down and back, grinding his impossibly rigid shaft against her tight and lustful folds. His hot member slides against her wet sex with the eager nature its owner gives off in surplus.
Warth grips her tail in his muzzle as he presses back over her, slamming up into her he grips onto her shoulders to force her tight and hot sex down onto his member. With little care about style or timing, he slams her down repeatedly onto his thick and throbbing cock. The hot dragoness hugs around his shaft with the force that could crush a brick, and he eagerly accepts it as a thank you. And then only after he had started to hilt himself into the dragoness with the nearly brutal series of thrusts, he leans her back into him, sitting now almost waist deep inside of the lava, it pools and swishes around them as they pound into each other.
His paw wraps around her neck to hold her as he nips at her ear, his thick and throbbing member sliding deep into her tight sex as he growls contently into her ear. He scoops up the hot lava from the pool, and rubs her in it, teasing her with the warm molten rock as he mounds it up around her chest, making her breasts smack harder against her body with the heavy molten stone stacked on top of her. He growls darkly and happily as he makes her ride faster, bouncing her harder and higher as his thick and ridged shaft plows into her with long determined strokes.
He smirks and then holds her against him as the lava starts to cool, making it harden and thicken around them, letting him lock her against his warm body, his hot cock deep inside of her, stuck in all essence. He gives out passive rumbles of happiness as he starts to shoot his thick hot seed straight up into her sex, his paws gripping through the stone on her breasts to hold her chest hard, rubbing her breasts as he fills her. "You know I probably just knocked you up, right?"