Drag-On Days: The Conspiracy Theories Part I
#2 of Drag-On Days
As we left off in the first chapter of the series, the two lovers, Arthur, the Human, and Angelis, the Black Dragon, had just narrowly escaped an all but certain death, but at what cost? Welcome to Chapter Two: Conspiracy Theories (Part One of Two)
'Angelis, my love. How fare you? Well I hope.' Arthur the Human had (through their telepathic link) spoke to his lover, the great Black Dragon Angelis, smiling to her. She made the best smile her Draconic face could make. He moved close to her, kissing that maw of hers, opening his mouth so that the kiss could become more intimate, letting the tongues enjoy the others' own. To taste, to play, to show their love to one another.
As they shared this passionate kiss, Angelis would respond, 'Still upset we cannot go to my roost or our home. But then again, making love to the only male who enjoys pleasuring me despite the gigantic disadvantage in height, in this weird land, where anything might see his naked form doing such naughty things to such a sacred beast, is kind of a turn on.' A break in the passionate kissing would come when she would turn her head while smiling, emulating the smaller women who would toss their hair in a flirtatious manner, before large maw moved, rubbing Arthur's neck. 'I'm still upset our bond has cost you your spee-' before she could even finish his voice permeated in her mind.
'Don't you dare be upset, my love. I swore to do anything it took to make sure you gained strength to get us the hell out of there. So stop being upset, beloved. Instead, relax, and let me bring you such delight you will scream.'
He smirked to her, moving to kiss between her nostrils, licking up between them. When he finished the lick, he climbed off her, giving her the most seductive look he could, and immediately, she moved to lay upon her back. He at first, stripped his clothes away, and watched her for a moment after, admiring the beauty of her body, before moving a hand to caress the soft underbelly scales, leading to her quite large netherlips. She watched him, smiling her best as she felt him use his hands and fingers to roam, to caress and scrape gently upon her glistening mons, causing her body to shiver and twitch. His head moved to her clitoris, licking at the large hood that housed it, before opening it a bit and licking at the rather large nub. Once he had coaxed it out, feeling it become more engorged, he lapped at it, gave a gentle nibble upon it, feeling her large body writhe and hear her growl in pleasure,
'Mmmmm...I think I'll be able to make you come a good few times today.' She made a sound that was a moan, a growl, as well as a giggle, mixed into one, though the moan was more dominant over the other two noises.
'Please Arthur, no more talk. I need you, I need this...' He nodded, and began to lick and suck and gently nibble that little nub of very sensitive nerves. His hands moving up and down her slit, rubbing the silken lips a bit rougher now. Angelis growled louder and louder, having only known this smaller mans touchings, his loving caresses to her nether region, and the rough touchings feeling like he is simply rubbing her like a lover would, 'Mmmm...Arthur, I'm getting close...lick inside me, please!' And he did. He gave one last bite to her clitoris, before moving his head down, licking the top of her dampening cunnie, only to move his head inside her very hot, very moist pussy, and immediately he would begin to lick the top of her large velvet love tunnel, closing his eyes at the delicious taste of her excited juices.
She couldn't hold back her orgasm no longer, and let out a roar of pleasure as she came, moving her tail to his body to keep him still. As the woman climaxed, he eagerly drank the warm, almost honey like womanly nectar that poured from her.
Soon he simply could not deal with the need, could not live up to the boast, and as her pleasure ebbed, he moved to do his best to mount her. His rigid length popped into her, and began to glide along the top of her walls. Back and forth, grinding in and out of her. It would not take him too long, the heat of her walls, the knowledge that he would be the only man she needed, the knowledge that he is hers, and she is his, all of it pushed him over his peak, and with one last stroke, he ground his body to hers, his stomach pushing to her clitoris, ground to it as he came, shooting drop after drop of his human seed into her, coating her vagina with his molten essence.
She knew he could never fill her like a dragon, but that feeling of him pressed to her, the feeling of their bodies joined together in this act of ultimate love, she didn't care. She wanted him, he wanted her, she knew that if he could, he'd give her everything he could, but she would only smile if he told her this, after all,
What could you give to the woman who has everything?