enjoyment. He’s not judging at all, only having a good time.
And just like that, I can have a good time, too. Accepting myself because he so obviously doesn’t only accept my physical body, but really, really likes it.
His mouth and tongue gradually work themselves closer to my center, working up my legs and down my stomach. The expectation creates a sucking feeling in my gut and a surging heat in my girly parts. Something good is coming. Something really good.
He lets me wait, though. Wait and anticipate and expect. He is unreasonably good at this, making my own mind do a lot of the work.
And when he suddenly gives my whole slit a long, deep lick, from the bottom to the top, stopping to flutter lightly right at the clit, I could come right there.
But he doesn’t let me, breaking contact right before it gets that far.
Again he teases, delighting other parts of my skin with his expert treatment before he gives my pussy another lick.
Those licks become more and more frequent until that’s all he does, savoring my center as if this was for his own benefit, and not so much for mine.
But I get the best part of the deal. By far. His tongue is long and dexterous, textured and agile. When he decides that I finally deserve the climax, he simply concentrates his focus and movements on all of my sex. As in, all of it at the same time.
I come, of course. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. Heck, ten wild dactyls couldn’t stop that now.
I thrash and squeal and groan, but the dragon holds me firmly and doesn’t let my girly flesh escape. Not that it wants to – as far as my pussy is concerned, she would invite him to make his stay permanent. Invite him very insistently.
“You’re unbelievable,” I sigh as the last of the aftershocks fades out. “In the best possible way. But I think you know that.”
“Yes,” Caronerax says and scratches his bearded chin. “I agree that I am.”
“And I think you like it when we have an audience. Is she still watching?”
“I believe she is.”
I sit up again, all mellow and relaxed. “Are we being terrible, doing all these things in her love nest? Where she would most of all want to do it with you?”
“No dragon minds being terrible. It goes with the territory. How are my pants coming?”
I pick up my sewing needle. “A couple of stitches left, and it will be done. But it won’t be pretty.”
He stands up and stretches, a strangely human thing for a dragon to do. “What? I’m outraged. I demand pretty clothes.”
I re-thread the needle and make another little hole in the tough fabric with my knife. “Then you should come to Earth with me. We have the prettiest clothes you ever saw.”
He glances at me. “Yes? What kind?”
“Suits and jeans and shirts and overcoats,” I tell him. “All much better than this thing. I mean, with the boots these pants looked kind of fancy, although ancient. But you in a white tux… that would be a sight for sore eyes.”
“Hm. How far away is this planet of yours?”
“Well,” I say, thinking fast because this topic is absolutely to be avoided with dragons. “All we know is that it’s far.”
The dragon squats in front of me and gently takes my chin with one hand, lifting my face. “How far, little Jennifer?”
He’s smiling, but he has a dangerous light in his eyes, and his voice is tense.
A sudden bolt of ice shoots through me. “I don’t know. Why?”
He frowns briefly, then brings my mouth up to his own, giving it a sweet, little peck.
“It might be useful to know. But not all that interesting, now that you ask.” He stands up again and prods his wound. “Except you said they might be able to heal me there.”
I breathe out. “Almost certainly they would. Caronerax, what will you do? I mean, after this. After you find your cache and you heal. Then what? Will you leave again and report to your king?”
“That was certainly the plan,” he says. “Now I don’t know. There might be better options.” He quickly runs his gaze up and down my still naked body. “Much better.”
I tie a final knot in the thread and cut off the excess. “Such as?”
“It’s strange how one can go one’s whole life with something missing and not know it,” the dragon says thoughtfully. “And then one suddenly has that missing thing,