His broad nose nudged her corseted abdomen, fluttering her skirts with his rumbling breath. The heat of it washed over her thighs, making her quake. She stumbled back half a step, gasping. Garen raised his huge, dark head and met her eyes. His burned with inner fire. His heavy jaws parted, revealing rows of long, needle-sharp teeth. Kara froze, heart leaping. But he didn’t intend to bite her. Instead, his long, supple, serpentine tongue snaked from between his terrifying teeth to lave her cheek, briefly flicking across her lips.
Kara gasped at the tickling, tingling sensation of the forked appendage sliding against her mouth. She licked at her lips, running her tongue over the place his had just been. She tasted him, fire - not ash, but a sweet, hot flavor unlike anything she’d ever tasted. She trembled, watching with wide eyes as he withdrew his tongue back into his wide mouth.
“That was...” She trailed off, at a loss for words, and shook her head. Once again, she cupped his huge jaws in her hands and leaned close. This time, she pressed her mouth to the closed seem of his reptilian lips. They were smooth and hard, the scales cool against her heated mouth. The sensation was strange and exhilarating. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, parting her lips so her tongue could come out to tease along the joined jaws.
She heard the grumble of surprise and delight in his chest and couldn’t help but smile as his wide mouth opened again. She licked over the line of his dangerous teeth as his tongue returned to flick against hers. Kara moaned as he slipped it between her own lips and brushed against the roof of her mouth. In contrast to his lips, Garen’s tongue was soft and flexible, rubbing over hers like wet silk.
He retreated again and she straightened, panting and shuddering, nostrils flaring as she sucked in breath. “Thank you,” she murmured. He cocked his head, the expression so clearly reading as confusion that Kara giggled. “For watching over me. For giving me a choice.”
He snorted, jeweled eyes rolling. It was such an odd expression on his countenance that she laughed again. But the laughter dried up when he nudged against her belly again, insistently. Though she couldn’t tell what he meant by it, the touch, just above her mound, made her breath catch.
A flood of moisture slicked her thighs and her knees trembled. Garen’s nostrils flared, jeweled eyes seeming to spin as the light shifted across them. Movement from the corner of her eye made her turn her head. Kara gasped.
She hadn’t noticed earlier, perhaps too overwhelmed by his overall presence to focus on specific details. But now, as it grew and lengthened, it was impossible to miss the swelling of his erection. Between his heavily muscled rear legs the thick shaft rose against his dark belly. The scales faded slightly to a deep charcoal over the heavy sack of his testicles and then disappeared completely at the base of his shaft. The flesh there was the same deep tan color of Garen’s human skin. Other than the eyes, he resembled himself most here; though, like his eyes, there was somewhat of a difference in scale.
Kara watched, wide eyed, as his cock twitched and filled beneath her mesmerized gaze. The heavy veining and bulbous crown, flushed a dark red, were much the same as she had seen when he had strode from the lake. Only... larger. She gulped. The thought of taking Garen into her body as a human male had been daunting. But this?
Her lungs felt tight, the corset squeezing the air from her. She tried to suck in a breath, but couldn’t. She pressed a hand to her throat, massaging, trying to coax it to let in air. She saw the gleam of one wicked claw a second before the strain on her ribs was gone. She inhaled deeply, thankful for the lungfuls of cool air, and glanced down.
He had neatly sliced through the ties to her dress, corset, and shift beneath down to her navel. They sagged open, baring the curve of her breasts. The firm peaks stiffened further for being exposed.
“Was that really necessary?” she groused, shoving the sleeves from her shoulders and pulling the ruined bodice and undergarments loose and tossing them away. That left her in only her skirts. Garen’s answering huff was a pretty clear ‘Yes’ in response.
She placed her hands on her hips, heedless of the sway of her breasts. The look in the beast’s jeweled gaze said he was not. Kara kicked off her shoes and nodded her head. “Well, might as well due the rest. I trust you’ll provide me with new clothes. Or the means to mend these at the very least.”
Garen’s sardonic growl rumbled in his chest as he lifted his claw again, slowly this time, and dragged it through the thick fabric of her woolen skirts, the cotton underskirts, and the pantalets beneath. When he was done, the mass of cloth puddled at her feet. She stepped out of them and pushed them away, bending to roll her stockings down and add them to the pile of discarded clothing.
When she stood naked before him, Kara returned her hands to her hips, as if daring him to say something. Not that he could speak in his present form. Still, she waited. His massive head weaved back and forth slightly on his sinewy neck as he studied her. He extended his neck, snuffling into the fall of her strawberry blond hair and the crease of her throat.
Kara whimpered as his tongue swished against the tender skin there, lapping quickly at her skin. His head dropped lower, his agile tongue curling around the hard buds of her nipples and snaking over the sensitive flesh of her breasts. She caressed his head as his long tongue dipped further, brushing teasingly across the soft curve of her belly before flicking into the well of her navel.
Garen pressed his wide forehead to her breastbone, the curve of his horns brushing against her sides as his tongue wormed its way between her legs. Kara gripped his neck, knees shaking as the forked appendage slid over her engorged clit, rubbing sensuously. She spread her legs, giving him better access to her slick pussy, but her thighs trembled so hard, she almost fell.
He withdrew, despite her mewl of disappointment, and nudged her, indicating she should lie on the pillows beside him. Kara sank down onto her back, anticipation trembling in her belly. Garen’s clawed hands carefully circled her ankles and drew her legs up and apart, spreading her open to him. His long body coiled around her until she was surrounded on all sides by smooth, ebony scales. His tail stroked her hip gently.
She reached out both hands and stroked her palms over the satin expanse of his side and tail as his tongue snaked back out to trace intricate patterns on her quivering inner thighs. Sliding her right palm along his side, she felt the hot, silken brush of the head of his cock against her bicep and gasped. Kara turned her head and came nearly eye to eye with his impressive length. She bit her lip.
Bending her elbow, she could stroke along the hot, hard length of him. He was immense. She could barely close her fingers around his thick shaft. She squeezed him, pumping lightly, and felt his tongue slap tenderly against her clit. Kara gasped, hips bucking at the sharp sting of pleasure that flared at the amorous assault.
As his tongue squirmed between the slick lips of her aching pussy, Kara moaned and gasped. He ran the forked length of his tongue along sensitive inner folds for several minutes as she stroked him with one trembling hand. She turned her lust soaked attention back to his cock, mere inches from her face. She angled her body closer to it, extending her neck until she could brush her lips against the spongy head.
Garen’s answering rumble was so deep, she felt it as a vibration more than heard it. The pressure of his agile tongue increased as he wriggled it against her untried entrance. She hissed her pleasure against the silken shaft of his throbbing cock. Two could play this game. Her own tongue emerged to lick at the fat head of his prick, swiping over the clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit there. He tasted of salt and green things. She recalled him washing in the lake and sucked at his clean, smooth flesh.
His great, long body undulated, pressing his cock harder against her lips. She stretched her jaw as wide as it would go and slid her mouth down over his bulbous crown. Kara could only get a few inches into her mouth, not even half his length, before his shaft grew too wide for her lips to circle. She stroked the remaining portion of rigid flesh with both hands, s
queezing and massaging the hard length with her fingers while her tongue danced over the round head.
Between her thighs, Garen’s massive head rested on the stone floor as his long, wicked tongue writhed and coiled inside her. Kara’s pussy clenched around the wet, wriggling invader. She felt the brief sting as he pushed through the thin membrane of her maidenhoodd, but the small pain soon faded. Garen’s tongue pressed deep inside her, flicking against her inner walls and rubbing over her silky flesh.
Kara gasped as the twin prongs of his tongue teased at the tight pucker of her rear passage, warm and wet and as raspy as wet velvet against her sensitive tissues. He possessed such a length of tongue that even while he teased the tight ring of muscle with the tip of it, the length twined upward, sinking into the grasping depths of her pussy, and still further up to slide sensuously over her clit all at the same time.
It felt as if three tongues licked at her, not just one. He stretched his arms along her trembling sides, raising his immense claws above her. Kara moaned as he teased them lightly over her skin, scratching the slightest bit, leaving thin red lines on her flesh, but drawing no blood. The sting and tingle of the scratches formed a jangling counterpoint of pleasure to the soft, gently stroking of his tongue.
He scraped his claws delicately over her breasts, grazing the stiff crests. She arched up against the touch as he dragged his claws again down her torso and thighs. Her pale skin looked ribboned with red now and buzzed with a mixture of pleasure and the slightest edge of pain.
When Garen’s tongue pushed past the clench of her sphincter and sank into her tight back passage, Kara exploded. She clung to Garen, clutching his cock as her body bucked and writhed. Her pussy and ass clenched around his invading tongue. He pricked her tender nipples again with sharp claws and set off another wave of piercing pleasure. She screamed to the ceiling of painted stars.
It took several long minutes of trembling, whimpering aftershocks before she floated back down to earth. Only then did she become aware that she was no longer surrounded by her sleek dragon. She was shocked to find him slipping from the room, out through a wide window several feet above her head. Only the last few feet of his tail was still visible. Kara snatched at it, yanking. A pained roar echoed around the keep. She grinned in satisfaction.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” she called up to him. “You’re not allowed to do that to me and then just leave! Get back here!”
Garen tried to turn, but Kara refused to relinquish her hold on his tail. It twitched muscularly in her hands, much the same way his cock had just minutes ago. The thought sent a renewed pulse of desire through her. Now, if she could only get the infernal beast back here!
With a final, blowing snort, the great creature slithered backwards into the library and glided awkwardly back to the floor. Kara stood before him, hands on her hips. “Where were you going? We weren’t done here.”
His head came up, surprise apparent in his jeweled blue eyes. Kara quirked a brow, inclining her head to indicate the still pulsing length of his cock. “You’re clearly not finished. And I am...” Her belly quivered slightly at the thought of trying to take that great length inside her, but she straightened her shoulders. “I am not ready for you to be finished either.”
She turned around and strode back to the pillows, kneeling to arrange them comfortably once again. The first smack took her by surprise, and she gasped, twisting her head to look back over her shoulder. The tender skin of her left buttock stung where Garen’s tale had struck her. The nerves zinged with sharp pain, and then heat sank into her flank, pouring down her thigh like sweet honey.
Garen’s great, dark form loomed behind her. The flat, spade-shaped tip of his tail twitched back and forth before her eyes. She knew that motion well. As a child, her mother’s finger had wagged at her just so when she was naughty. ‘Ah-ah-ah, bad girl’, that wag said. Kara flushed and bit her lip.
“Is this because I pulled your tail?”
Another smack, this one on her right cheek. Again there was the sweet, hot sting, and then the warmth spread downward, toward her clit. It swelled, tingling in response. “You shouldn’t have tried to leave!” she groused.
He gave her another smack, across both cheeks this time. The sensation slipped into the cleft of her buttocks and unfurled over her sensitive pussy. She shifted her position, spreading her knees farther apart, curving her back. Her hips wriggled in anticipation of the next blow.
It didn’t come. Garen stroked her with the flat of his tail instead, the smooth scales soft against her tingling skin. Kara sighed, enjoying the tender caress. The next slap was playful, but firm. It still stung and burned. She bit her lip and whimpered as the blood throbbed in her sex in response. She felt heavy, soft, and wet. Her trembling thighs were slick with her fluids. The scratches on her breasts and torso and the marks on her buttocks prickled in counterpoint to the sweet ache in her pussy.
She heard the scratch of Garen’s claws on the stone floor and the slither of his shifting bulk. Kara looked over her shoulder as he covered her, his great wings unfurling above them with a snap. She gasped at the sight, and then moaned at the feel of the broad head of his cock nudging against her slick, swollen folds. One giant, scaled, talon-tipped hand reached down and curled carefully around her waist, holding her steady as he pushed slowly forward.
Kara’s fingers curled into the soft pillows beneath her as her inner walls stretched around her dragon’s invading shaft. He slid into her in unhurried increments, deeper and deeper. Like the scrapes and spanks, there was a sharp, hot sting as her sensitive tissues parted to take his cock all the way inside her. His scaled fingers tightened around her belly, the tips of his claws pricking the skin of her back slightly. Above her, Garen blew a long, loud breath out of his ridged nostrils. His wings flapped once, stirring the air around them.
As the edge of pain faded into a sense of heat and wet and incredible fullness, Kara couldn’t help but move. She rocked backward on her hands and knees, sheathing more of Garen’s throbbing cock within her snug channel. He roared. She moaned. She couldn’t take him all, she knew. Not like this. He was too big. Even now, the wide crown was kissing the mouth of her womb.
Glancing down between her own spread thighs, she could see that barely more than half of his rigid length was buried inside her. But she could take no more. Kara leaned forward, pulling herself off Garen’s rock hard cock, whimpering at the slippery glide of his flesh leaving her. He didn’t, though, not completely. Even bent as far forward as she could go, the broad tip still rested within her clinging channel.
His clawed hand tightened around her ribcage, drawing her back against him. She bit her lower lip hard, groaning as he slowly filled her once again. Garen bent his great head, his long tongue unfurling to snake along her spine. Kara shuddered at the sensation. He flicked his forked appendage against the length of her throat and across her mouth.
Kara’s own tongue came out to meet his, licking along the portion of the wriggling length she could reach. She sucked briefly at the split end before he slithered it down to slide it around the aching mounds of her breasts. His tongue curled tightly around the hard peaks of her nipples, stroking and squeezing as his cock pushed deep into her tight sheath.
“Yes!” she hissed, nearly breathless as her nerve endings sparked and fizzed with pleasure. “More!”
She heard the deep rumble in Garen’s chest above her. Her pussy flooded at the dark, primal sound, drenching his shaft with her slick juices. His next thrust was harder, deeper. The very tip of his cock pressed into her womb briefly before he withdrew. This was another sharp sting. Kara gasped at it and then gasped again, her head spinning as Garen’s long, agile tongue slid across the quivering curve of her belly to tease at the hard, swollen bud of her clit.
She rocked back to meet his faster pace, panting and moaning as he filled her with his cock and lapped at her with his tongue in perfect time. Heat and pleasure coiled deep in her belly, ratcheting tighter with each push of t
he firm column of his smooth flesh into her deepest, slippery recesses, each glide of his hot, wet tongue over her slick folds.
When her dragon plunged into her now, only a few inches of his thick shaft remained outside her body. Kara pushed back against his thrust, fingernails digging into the soft velvet of the pillow under her as she impaled herself on Garen’s cock. With a deep groan, she took those last few inches inside her. She felt him in her belly, broad head brushing the walls of her womb as he throbbed with his own desire, and the next slide of his wet tongue against her turgid clit snapped that tight spiral within her.
“Garen!” Kara threw back her head and screamed his name as her body convulsed in orgasm. Pleasure like she’d never felt ripped through her, bursting in her pussy like a hot, wet supernova and then rolling through her womb like a fireball. Her inner muscles clamped tight around Garen’s cock, rippling along his length.
Above her head, Garen roared. The sound was deafening, vibrating through the stone beneath them. She heard the distant, musical tinkle of breaking glass. She didn’t care. Stars of pleasure were bursting in her head, showering down over her body. Kara felt the sudden pulse of Garen’s cock within her rhythmically clenching confines. The throb of his rigid flesh, the hot gush of his seed inside her womb, exploded her into another orgasm.
Her body writhed in his grip, undulating. She sobbed wordless prayer as all the bursting stars of pleasure coalesced into one, bright burning sun. When it flared out, darkness overwhelmed her.
This didn’t count as fainting, Kara sleepily assured herself as consciousness returned. Her body had simply felt too much pleasure and... rested... for a brief moment. Or perhaps longer. She wasn’t entirely sure. She was still in the library. She could tell that easily enough. Across the room, directly in front of her, was a vast bookshelf. And she was still on the floor. The pile of silk and velvet pillows she’d been kneeling on earlier cushioned her now. She could see the small tears in the fabric her fingernails had left in the one beneath her head.
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