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"It's almost October but summer is hanging on for dear life. Unseasonably warm weather will continue throughout the week including a muggy evening tonight with temperatures reaching -"

With a twist of the dial, Tegon's claws silenced the radio broadcast. The young anthropomorphic dragon sat in his parked car, which idled in the driveway of the condo he shared with his girlfriend Alix. His fingers bounced against the steering wheel. He was in no hurry to get out, at least not yet.

Tap. Tap.Tap.

The unseen weatherman wasn't wrong. Even with artificially cold air blowing across his black and green scales, he had spots of sweat under the arms of his work shirt. Tegon tugged at his tie to relieve some pressure from his neck. He frowned, though it was invisible to any observer owing to the cloth mask covering his snout.

A virus affecting reptiles had spread the world over that spring, and society was forced to change quite a bit. The obnoxious barrier hiding Tegon's nose and mouth was just one testament to that fact.

He unclipped his work badge from his shirt pocket, tossing it with a clatter into the car's cup holder. A smile plastered across its glossy surface belied how much he hated the fucking grind. Next came his used mask, blocking the phony portrait from view. He tossed his key fob between his paws, concerned. How, exactly, did he get home? His last memory had been logging out of his computer at work. Was he really that exhausted? It was a Monday, after all. He wondered if Alix was more engaged with her own project as he stepped out of the car and locked it.

The dragon kicked at a loose pebble from their gravel walkway. His girlfriend had the extra time to work around the house because she was only in at the lab for alternate days during the duration of the pandemic. Alix had spent the past week constructing a new bookshelf so they "could at least appear to be classy." Tegon's first suggestion when it had begun to take shape was to use their sex toys as bookends.

"They'd be avant-garde conversation pieces!"

In fact, he and his girlfriend were currently locked in a latex arms race. After she had made him jealous with a ribbed dragon cock dildo, he retaliated by ordering an all-too-expensive pocket pussy on the internet. She was none-too-pleased when he triumphantly pulled the wobbly cotton-candy colored thing out of an unmarked cardboard box one afternoon. He laughed at the image in his head of each of them whipping out progressively larger dildoes. Then his mind wondered to what Alix could do with some of those.

After jogging up a flight of stairs, Tegon tugged at a horn on his head. It was a nervous habit whenever he had pent up energy, picked up gods knew how long ago. Could he flop down in bed and fall asleep in seconds? Sure. But other, hornier forces were at work deep inside him, and who was Tegon to deny the desires of his other head? What started as a tickle was a full-blown wave of emotion by the time he reached the front door. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was that silly reverie about sex toys, but he ached to be inside his girl.

***

You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war...

Inside their condo, Alix swung her blue tail from side to side in time to the music pouring from her phone. Much like the rest of her body, the dragoness's eyes traced out a careful back-and-forth motion. She pulled a paint brush along for the ride, staining a plank of wood walnut brown. Her casual outfit consisted of a pair of lightweight glasses, an old oversized t-shirt of Tegon's to catch any loose paint, and gray sweatpants. Having already set the bookshelf upright, she relied on her digitigrade paws to help her reach the top plank.

When Tegon rested a palm on her shoulder, she didn't jump. After all, her cat-like ears could hear him coming before he even walked through the front door.

"Almost done?" Tegon, though by no means short, had to stand on the balls of his plantigrade feet to see her progress.

Alix wiped a sheen of sweat from her brow ridge, then reached into her pocket to pause the song. "The stain will take a while to dry, but we should be filling it up by this time tomorrow."

"I see it now. Your succulents, plushes, books that make you look like you got the goddamn big brain." Tegon hovered his hands at a distance around her head to emphasize his point. He sniffed, "but not a single thing of your man's in sight."

Alix snorted. "After your last suggestion? Not a chance." Turning him aside, she held her hand underneath the stained paint brush and made her way into the nearby kitchen to wash the bristles off.

Tegon ambled after her with a puppy-like curiosity. While she stood over the sink and turned the faucet on, he positioned himself behind her and cradled her waist. "Mm, feels like you had quite the workout today." He felt the flawless sea of thousands of scales, mostly blue with the occasional tiger-stripe of orange. "Thinking about getting into the shower?"

Alix played it coy, preferring not to answer as she hummed and used her claws to pick at the more stubborn brush bristles. Nonetheless she did express interest, no matter how subtle, by leaning back into his body. Gods, her back needed some support after working on her feet for hours. She sighed.

Tegon stopped dead while questing for her breasts. The fleshy pair were packed in firm against her chest. He scratched fruitlessly at a doily-lace pattern trimming her lingerie. "You wore a bra today?"

"We have a package coming today, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Alix bought a few books online to inaugurate the shelf. They included diverse topics such as fad finance (Your Gold, Your Hoard), sociology (Modern Dragons of the City), and high fantasy (The Last Kobold). Tegon threw in a silk dinosaur tie so they'd get free shipping.

Like one of their saurian ancestors, Tegon sunk his claws into his prey. But unlike a deadly predator's razors, dragons including Tegon regularly removed the sharp edges on their hands and feet for more intimate contact. Alix's supple flesh molded to the shape of his gripping finger pads. Lower he went, pushing the envelope by sliding one of his dulled claws under the waistband of her sweatpants. The textured ridges of his finger were a good match for the bumpy, lacy weave of her underwear. Ever mischievous, he drew their elastic band back like a bow and snapped it against her bare hip.

His chin, pointed with sharp spikes, carefully rested on her shoulder. "I missed you," he purred into her ear.

Alix reached behind. "I missed your ass, too."

His hands worked to undo the clasp of her bra. One, two, three hooks. "You need a massage to work out the kinks." Perhaps he could work in a few of _his_kinks, as well.

The forgotten paint brush slipped from Alix's grip and splatted against the sink basin. With her eyes shut, she fumbled to shut off the water. "You don't know how badly I do." His large, powerful hands worked magic on many a sore night.

Her lacy black bra, picked to match her panties, slipped from underneath her baggy shirt and fell to the ground. Her dexterous toes picked it up by a cup and flung it away. Tegon worked her breasts and thumbed at her nipples. Alix rolled her eyes and threatened to tail whip him.

"Is that what you call a massage now?" Typical male, whose idea of foreplay was getting only what he wanted. She was still content calling him a work in progress, though, as he had his redeeming qualities in the bedroom.

Tegon's paws fell. "Fair enough. Let's take this somewhere else." He half-jokingly placed a finger on Alix's back and led her like a hostage to the living room. They navigated around the still-exposed can of finish - "Fucking watch it Teg!" - and nuzzled their way straight to bed. Tegon sat her down on the mattress, and leaned on her to get her on her back. Their sheets were a flaxen gold, contrasting to Alix's blue form.

Alix smoothed down the fins running down her tail and tucked the thick appendage between her legs. Now comfortable, she yanked on Tegon's tie, tightening it once again around his neck. He fell on top of her, growling and licking his fangs. His clothed package rested on her lap and his tail on top of hers before he began to disrobe. If the heat of the evening wasn't stifling enough, their bodies together in a small room threatened to derail their plans. Tegon undid his belt, yanked off his tie for good, and unbuttoned his shirt. Alix slipped off Tegon's oversized t-shirt to leave her chest bare. Her glasses came off too, resting on the nightstand with her phone. Then, she held up a finger in the air. Tegon paused.

"Wait. If you so much get a drop of your jizz on these sheets I'm gonna murder you." One time spending a late night looking up videos online of how to clean dried cum out of sheets was one time too many. She jumped up to grab a beach towel from their linen closet.

"Oh, babe, do me a favor and wash your feet while you're up," Tegon called after her.

"Yep."

A brief lull in the action allowed Tegon, sitting on the edge of the bed, to kick off his claw-friendly shoes and socks. Then, he took his own smartphone out of his pocket, and walked over to their dresser. On top was a desktop sound system, to which Tegon docked his gizmo. Music to set the mood soon filled the room, a mellow yet pulsing beat.

After finding a suitable towel and running her paws under the tub's faucet as Tegon requested, Alix returned when he was back on the bed unbuttoning his trousers. She shooed him to his feet and laid the towel so it covered most of the bed. "The last thing I'm doing tonight is laundry." She flopped down on her stomach, and took her phone from her nightstand. "Well? Get to work already." She bent her legs at the knee and wiggled her toes in a motion to beckon him closer.

Tegon dithered, instead sliding open the top drawer of their dresser to produce a jar of scale moisturizer. Unscrewing the lid and scooping out a handful, Tegon warmed the body butter between his hands, while Alix's phone flashed and beeped along with the colorful game she was playing. Tegon didn't need to ask for her attention. He would demand it.

His hands began just below her shoulder blades where tiger-orange stripes on her body ended. He worked deep into the muscles of her back. When he encountered one of the spiked spines on her back, he scratched around it. At her lower back, again he slipped his claws just slightly down her waistband.

Alix's finger-claws clacked against the surface of her phone. "You can't get enough of my ass, can you Teg?" She gave it a wiggle.

"Nope." No jokes there. His fingers curled and flexed against the scales on her backside. He gave one of her cheeks a squeeze before moving back upward.

Tegon's arousal was beginning to put unbearable pressure on his pants. After his greasy fingers slipped off the zipper, he wiped them on his shirt. The second time, he was able to get a hold of the mechanical teeth and pulled them down. For good measure he also slipped off his shirt, leaving him only in briefs.

His cock fought its way through the slit in his underwear, proudly at full mast. His black pole had one thick ridge running up the underside, framed on the left and right by pulsing veins. Perched on top of the helmet tip was a bubble of arousal, which he quickly flung off by slapping his member against Alix's ass.

Alix set her phone aside and peeked over her shoulder. Laying eyes on the physical manifestation of his arousal, she began to feel a characteristic warmth spread throughout her own body. Clothes felt heavy, constricting. When Tegon left her nearly nude by pulling down her sweatpants, she was relieved. He balled them up and tossed them into a corner.

Then he was lying next to Alix, spooning her body. They were close to the same height owing to her digitigrade feet, but Tegon positioned his head slightly above hers to assume the role of big spoon. He sandwiched his meat between his belly and her back. One arm slipped under and around her neck, the other across her chest. Both thumbs rubbed and explored every millimeter of her erect nipples. He pushed them in slightly, tugged, gave them a slight tweak. Alix huffed.

"You like baby?" Tegon asked.

"I fucking love."

Alix's navy-blue nips mirrored the stiffness of Tegon's cock. Underneath the notice of either, blood rushed to her lower body, darkening the flesh to a deep purple. Not only did clear goo seep from the drake's pride and smear over Alix's back, but her pussy slickened, preparing for his eventual entry.

Tegon's hands quested lower, to slip under her lace underwear, but Alix slapped him away. "You're not getting it yet," she said. A few weeks ago, Tegon let it slip he enjoyed denial play, and she had been testing it out in the bedroom ever since. He wanted what he couldn't have all the more. Alix wriggled out of his grasp and turned around to face him. "You'll get it when I say you get it. My turn." She grinned widely. Tegon propped his head up with a hand and closed his eyes. In truth, he was more than willing to sit back and enjoy the ride right now.

Alix's slender fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft, and the digits on her other hand pulled the waistband of his briefs below his sack. Her fingers danced across his wrinkled flesh, eliciting a gasp and recoil from Tegon. But she was persistent despite his resistance, and soon his flesh was kneaded between her fingers not unlike his work on her back earlier.

She left him wanting after a minute or two, choosing next to gather her breasts between her hands and squeeze them together. "Show me how much you want me." She pressed his shaft into their embrace.

Tegon moaned and flexed the muscles of his groin, fighting against her, but he was trapped. He slid in and out, from her midsection right up to her neck. Alix felt his burning hot length slide along the hand that was spanning her breasts. She tilted her head down, a sticky tongue darting out and lapping at the underside of his tip as it emerged from the cleft. It flared and drooled a stream of stickiness. Alix took that as an invitation to accept him fully into her maw.

How does a dragon give a blowjob? Carefully. While not truly able to create suction, Alix cradled his cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and bobbed up and down. It was more than enough for Tegon, who forgot about her tits for a moment and breathlessly watched a master at work.

He couldn't leave that kind of attention unanswered. She pulled out and with his cock in open air began to work her way down to his balls with her tongue. When she got to the base, Tegon struck. To her surprise, he grabbed the back of her neck pressed her face into his body. The power Tegon felt with Alix's muzzle forced into his balls was an adrenaline rush scarcely matched. Horns were natural handholds to force her to take in his masculine scent. She grumbled but cooperated, owing to his earlier tribute.

When Tegon's tower listed, threatening collapse, he relented, allowing Alix to take it back into her mouth to keep it rigid. His pre splashed against her fangs.

"You can't wait to get inside me, can you?" She flashed her teeth.

Tegon groaned and bucked his hips into her face to shut her up. "You don't let up and I'm gonna cum before we're even started."

"Can't have that." Alix wiped her mouth and backed off. "But you owe me." She helped Tegon slide his briefs down past his feet. Then she took his hand and glided it to her clit. "Start with the vibe."

A dragoness wasn't to be denied. Tegon rummaged around in Alix's nightstand drawer before producing a golden, bullet-shaped vibrator. He began near her belly and slid his hand south until he was underneath her panties and buzzing her clit. Alix nuzzled into his pecs while Tegon lazily drew shapes around her hypersensitive nub.

Tegon's claw danced around her clit. The dulled, smooth hook was like smooth ivory tickling her flushed blue flesh. She shuddered. But soon his claw caught up on black lace. "These gotta go." He practically tore her underwear off, leaving both completely nude for the first time. Two fingers rubbed up and down, on either side of her slit. Her whimpers and groans brought Tegon in closer. "Gonna make this my pussy, baby." Grabbing her torso, Tegon lifted her up until she was able to sit back against their simple wooden headboard.

Too many drunk encounters with horny drakes in college had Alix jaded on the prospect of oral, until Tegon came around. For once he was eager to eat her out. He loved everything from the texture of her pussy on his tongue to the sensitivity that would make her positively convulse as he worked.

But Tegon didn't start there, not right away. The male dragon pressed his face into her feet. Compared to his own rough and rugged ones, Tegon never failed to be amazed by the silkiness of her soles. Alix kept her secret safe - plenty of self-care and moisturizers - so Tegon was simply left to wonder if dragonesses were naturally softer while plunge his snout in their pillowy embrace.

Alix crossed her arms as Tegon indulged himself. She never really got the attraction to her paws. She did giggle as his tongue explored one toe after another, but fought for a more serious expression for her next words. "My clit ain't sucking itself, Teg. Hurry up."

Tegon rested his forehead against her sole and smiled. "Alright, alright, I couldn't help myself." As if he were a preying feline, Tegon looked directly into Alix's eyes as he got down low and barely contained his body's energy. He crept up to rest his head between her legs. By now the moon was out, and natural light glistened off the dragoness' lubed folds.

It's been described by so many in poetic terms, like petals of a flower. But to Tegon, the vulgar word pussy said it all. No need to dress up language to describe what it was - the slavish devotion of all too many a drake, the thing wars were fought over, a valuable bit of leverage - at least for a smart dragoness. Tegon earnestly went to town with his tongue. The sweat of her earlier exertion must have made her pheromones all the more detectable, as the dragon caught himself panting deeply.

Tegon remained buried in her pussy for a few wordless moments, reveling in the sights, sounds, and scents. There was no place he would have rather been at that moment than resting a cheek on Alix's thigh.

The drake's tongue slithered back into his mouth. While the juice of her peach wasn't, in the strictest sense, sweet, it elicited the same feeling of satisfaction.

"Hnnmf, fuck yeah." Alix's hand was clutching at the towel, holding on for dear life. Her hips gyrated in a circular motion to grind herself into Tegon's eager tongue. It slid to her perky nub, which yielded to his pressure. He felt it pulse ever so slightly in time with her heartbeat.

When her breath got more ragged, shorter, her moans more highly pitched, it was time. Tegon sat up and grabbed onto his own dick. He kissed her pussy with the tip, picking up some of her lube before guiding himself into position. The bullet tip of Tegon's ebony dragonhood slowed only briefly until, all at once, Alix's entrance gave and the first few inches of his cock pushed into her.

"Ahh!" Even with plenty of natural lubrication he stretched her out. "Don't go so deep so quick, babe. It hurts."

As words currently failed him, Tegon grunted in reply. Inside Alix, he was home. Every ridge and undulation of her insides was perfectly imperfect. There were few feelings like thrusting into his girl for the first time during sex. It was howlingly, toe-curlingly good. The thousandth load he had blown into her was just as amazing as the first - a perk of evolution, never letting it get old.

Not that this was a one-sided affair. On his days at work Alix longed for his powerfully muscular embrace. The thought alone of her man working all day before coming home with the grit of the day and going to town made her wetter than hell. In fact, at that moment a bead of her sweet juice emerged modestly from inside her, but picked up size and momentum crawling down her pussy's lips. It came to rest on top of the quivering, winking eye of her asshole. The slight paunch of her stomach jerked and bounced in time with sharp, ragged breaths. Her fingers dug into the scales on Tegon's armored back. She roared a primal scream, the kind that simpler ancestors would cry to coax a stronger load from their mate.

Now securely inside, Tegon leaned forward and rested his body on top of hers. His snout touched hers; their tongues danced. They chuffed and growled in the draconic custom to express their affection for one another. Tegon then rested his head beside hers, sniffing at the horns that crowned her skull. She used a scale cleanser that reminded him of a mix of berries. It was a nice break from the heady musk of sex, and it helped him keep his body relaxed and concentrated on anything but cumming too early.

Her legs were spread wide. Tegon's body did the work of penetration, straight like a plank and about as rigid. His earlier work left her on a knife's edge ready to fall into orgasm, and the first one hit like a train. Her muscular ridges rippled and ensnared Tegon. He had to poke his tongue against his fangs until he felt the coppery tang of blood just to avoid exploding too early. While her orgasm continued, he pulled out with a plop and a hiss of air.

"Flip over, hon." Eager to get to his next request, he helped the limp dragoness along and got her onto her stomach. Spreading her cheeks apart, he rested himself on top of her donut. Pulling back a bit to expose the winking hole, he probed at it with his finger claw.

"Not tonight," she was reading his mind before he could even ask.

"I wanna bust in that ass." Tegon slipped his claw in further.

"No, Teg." That was final. So he retracted his finger and patted her side.

"Doggy next then." Alix balanced on her knees first, then hoisted her rump into the air. Back and forth she swayed, waiting. He pressed against her and leaned over top of her body, massaging and squeezing her breasts, along with rolling her stiff nipples between his fingertips.

"Your body's perfect."

She snuggled her ass down into his hips in reply. Tegon knew how to hit the right buttons, that was for sure. She reached down for his dick, resting against her lower back. With some maneuvering, Alix squashed the tip between her cheeks, even teasing a bit by circling her asshole. But instead of that tight ring, Tegon's missile leisurely guided into her pussy. Was there a more natural feeling in the world? Tegon wouldn't know it. A flood of chemicals frazzled his brain. She was so sexy. He was lucky to have her. He had to leave her satisfied.

Tegon brushed his fangs across his scales. "Fuck, it feels so good," he breathed. If he could sum it up in one word, the young dragon would use the word complete. Like the world wasn't as bad as it had seemed back in the car. Like his life was on the right track. Overwhelmed with the feeling, he had one request: "Ride me for a bit, babe."

Alix jiggled her ass on top of Tegon's cock. She varied up the pace, sometimes slamming up and down, and sometimes slowly lifting back up. At one point, his tip was just about to pop out. At such an awkward angle, Tegon wasn't prepared for the downstroke of Alix's grinding. His pole listed slightly, pressing into her walls as the moisture suddenly forced him out of her with a pop. It flung droplets across their laid-out towel.

"Ah, careful baby. Slipped out." Tegon pumped his shaft while his puffed-up tip quested back into the hole. But that gave him an idea.

Tegon deliberately pulled himself all the way out and then quickly back in to force air out of her. Alix's azure cheeks blushed. "Sorry." Then he did it again. "Fucking careful dude!" Even though Alix couldn't see while they were doggystyle, Tegon flashed a shit-eating grin. He thought queefs, and particularly Alix's overly-embarrassed reaction to them, were hilarious.

Tegon had to consciously stop himself from drooling as he continued to ram away at Alix doggystyle. Her upturned ass allowed him to hit the best pressure points inside the dragoness. He traced her curves with his palms amid the slick squelch of each driving thrust. A line of fins down the small of her back designed to make the water dragoness more hydrodynamic were fully erect. He had slung her heavy tail over his shoulder while the tuft of neon green fur on his own juddered and bobbed like a big cat's.

Thump.

Tegon's eyes nearly rolled upward until they ached inside his skull. Each cycle was like taking a bite of the juiciest steak. He clung onto any visual to keep from blowing past the point of no return. With her natural love of water, Alix had hung a tranquil scene of a beach above their bed. He imagined himself there, resting and tanning in the sun. Certainly not railing his girlfriend. He looked away. It wasn't working.

Thump.

Alix reached back with strong gropes of Tegon's toned ass as he drove balls-deep. Like her saurian ancestors, she unleashed a torrent of energy during the act. Her fangs ripped into her pillow and tore it apart, loosing feathers across their bed. It wasn't the first pillow they'd have to trash in the wake of their unbridled passion, and it wouldn't be the last. She slobbered, snorted, and grunted as Tegon's diamond tip bored into her g-spot.

Thump.

Their mattress squeaked with the motions of their bodies. Their loose headboard slammed against the wall. Thankfully, their bedroom did not share a wall with their neighbors or there would be noise complaints on a nightly basis.

Deep, deep. Tegon was fighting with the basest of instincts in his head now. Deep as he could go, he had to. There was no other way. His thoughts were preprogrammed. She was to take his essence inside of her. He was to leave a part of himself behind. The swell was coming now, no time even to call out. He had grown still thicker, still harder, her moans just begging him to do it, to release, to consummate the night in one final epic explosion.

"I wanna cum inside." He stated his intention, but Alix had to be quick with a reply lest the choice be taken away from her. But the reply came in time, the three magic words some drakes would pull themselves through a mile of broken glass to hear: "Cum inside me." Alix had no qualms about it, owing to her implant that made it easy for them to fuck like rabbits and ditch the condoms, at least when she didn't care about the mess.

Tegon's overloaded brain wasn't thinking about accidents. It knew only one thing - thrust his hips so he could bottom out inside her, as deeply as he could go. His o-face sweated with exertion, with mouth ever so slightly agape. A guttural roar erupted from deep inside. Was that him? His hips pressed into her ass. So smooth, the glossiest of scales. On autopilot, his groin contracted and pumped. Then there was another deep, resonating grunt.

She picked up the burden of motion now, on the precipice of reaching her peak simultaneously. Alix tried to cry out Tegon's name, but only a squeak came out. She slammed her hips down to meet Tegon's thrust. The dragoness fought against rhythmic squeezing, threatening to force him out of her. She had squirted, too, a beige-tinged jet splashing against her boyfriend's body.

Alix's orgasm.

She was stranded in the ocean, caught in ever-increasing waves that threatened to overwhelm her. Then, with all the sharpness of a knife blade, it happened, she was tingling all over, zaps radiating throughout her whole body. She didn't see the sex, she didn't see Tegon, she didn't see anything. All was gone, and all was well.

A rush of seed barreled along Tegon's shaft to force his slit apart. The cannon shot left an ivory sea against her walls. Tegon wouldn't feel recoil, he wouldn't feel much else then, other than the shot of pure serotonin. His short, strong thrusts took portions of that first squirt and flung it still deeper into her. The initial burst, of course, only heralded more powerful wads to come. The second painted her insides, something that Alix could feel as a strange kind of warmness.

Tegon's orgasm.

Such a messy, base, mechanical action, largely out of his control, but at the same time it was more than the sum of its parts. Alix and Tegon fulfilled their biological imperative. Although none would want to admit they were put on the planet to fuck, like it or not, they flipped the switch nature begged them to flip. It brought them closer together as a bonding pair of mates - after all, not just any stranger off the street had the privilege of shooting some bodily fluid inside your body.

To say their bond was secure was an understatement. If by some bizarre happenstance they could save the world by disengaging, they would have left the planet to its doomsday. Tegon took an inch or two back, but only to readjust himself and cram right back in. Not to be forgotten, their feet were playing out a scene too. Toeclaws clacked against one another as the toes of one reptile rested in the gaps of the other. Her toes clenched, one after the other, before splaying wide. Tegon's did the same as another rope of cum splattered against her deepest reaches.

The claim was staked. Alix was his conquest, she was his prize. For a few seconds at least, it seemed entirely reasonable to hold himself inside her all night. But as the pumping slowed down and the fleeting male orgasm petered out, it was time for a different type of releasing. Releasing his teeth from her neck. Releasing his hands from her tits. Allow his deflating cock slide from her drooling hole. Alix gasped as that fullness was suddenly taken away. It was like an ice water shower on a cold day. It surprised her just how irritated she felt.

A helping of Tegon's cum followed his cock out. Alix was filled to the brim with an enormous load. Tegon had a theory that his body knew the difference between blasting into a toy and into his girl - the latter always meant thicker, whiter, stickier results.

Her knees gave out and Alix flopped down onto the plush mattress. A blue snout sunk into her destroyed pillow. With a gust of breath from her mouth she blew out a few feathers. She'd never say it out loud owing to her dominant attitude, and in fact hated the very idea - but a strong drake grabbing her and fucking her full felt damn good. From her stomach she rolled over to see how Tegon was doing. He stared dumbly down watching his pole get weaker and weaker.

Alix smirked at him. "You kinky fuck, you'll owe me one for this." A claw tip descended to her hole. From bottom to top, she dragged the claw to scoop up a healthy sized dollop of their love. She took it up to her face, eyed it, then slipped it between her lips. Her tongue was sure to polish the claw dry before it came back out. Not the most pleasant taste, but what the hell. The big show was sure to drive Tegon wild. She played it up even further by lifting her chin and swallowing deep.

Tegon slapped his dick against her pussy as he watched, quickening the pace as she progressed. "You're so fucking hot baby," he huffed. The thumping provoked another small squirt from her. Her juice lazily flowed in a river around his cock. With a finger he pressed his tip back into her, fucking through his own jizz. She gasped. Pulling out, he then leaned into her and curled his tongue around her nipple. He pushed it to one side and back the other way as she moaned. "Come here, Alix." Tegon accepted her into his arms, and he held her close, their lovemaking complete.

Alix lifted her leg up to stretch the muscles, and while it was in the air spread her pussy lips apart. She exposed a bit of white jelly, as if showing it off. Like it were a trophy. "Is it weird I find the idea of your cum sitting inside me so hot?"

"A bit." Tegon, playing straight the male role, felt like he had come down from his orgasm eons ago and was most concerned about cleaning himself up and going to bed. He didn't ignore her completely, choosing a peck on the forehead. "You done, weirdo?"

Alix laid with her head turned sideways on Tegon's chest, counting each powerful thud of his heartbeat. It was one of the few sounds remaining in the bedroom with Tegon's playlist having since ended. On the street below, outside the lone window there, a couple of college students were discussing their plans for the bar that night. Maybe they'd get lucky like the two dragons just did.

For the first time in what - twenty minutes? Six hours? Several days? - Tegon simply breathed. Breathed and watched, and didn't overthink. He took stock of the situation. His girl, eyes closed, resting in his arms. His black rammer spotted with patches of white, still connected to Alix by a small, thin clear string. Alix's bare ass, which he pinched and groped before giving it a hearty slap.

That aroused the dormant dragoness once again and stressed the thin bridge of cum between them before it finally snapped in two. But as she adjusted herself, which included rolling over top of Tegon to return to her side of the bed, her pussy was sure to grind against him and get those last few drops out and onto her.

A few loud raps at their front door startled the pair. After a beat the knocking came again. "Fuck, now the delivery guy comes," she brought her palm to her face. Her tail sagged in defeat.

Tegon shook his head. In contrast, the fluff on the tip of his tail happily floated in the air. "To think, you suffered through that tight bra all day, desperate to look presentable, just to have to answer the door hoping my swimmers don't drip down your thigh."

Alix sneered. "First, you're a drake, so you have no idea how disgusting that really does feel. Second, like hell I'm gonna be the one answering the door. I gotta pee anyway. You do it."

Tegon idly massaged her cum-slicked pussy lips. Probing his partner after sex felt divine, even without blind arousal backing it up. "Just forget it. They'll try again tomorrow."

Alix smacked his hand away. "Whatever. Gives the wood stain an extra day to dry anyway." She grabbed a tissue from her nightstand and wiped at some loose strings of Tegon's cum. "You had a big load today handsome. Saving up?"

"I felt a little bottled up, maybe blue-balled," Tegon admitted. He pulled her in and licked at her cheek. "But I know just the cure. Someone who makes me hard as a fucking rock every night."

Alix rolled her eyes. "So sweet." Then she flung the balled-up tissue at Tegon's belly. He tossed it between his hands like a hot potato before palming it and pressing it against his flaccid member. "Wipe your dick off and hop in the shower. I'll be there in a sec."

Alix gave his balls one final playful jiggle as she swung her raptor feet over the side of the bed and cupped her hand around a cum-soaked hole. She let a bit ooze onto the towel, watching Tegon's seed mat down the fibers and stain the fabric a darker shade than its surroundings. She trapped the rest before it bled through to the sheets below.

"Fuck, Teg! You need to jerk off first next time. This is ridiculous." Tegon smugly peeked at his accomplishment. A glob of bubbly goo rested between a second tissue and her pussy. She glared at him and forced the tissue against herself strongly enough to pop one of the larger bubbles. "Fucking drakes. You try dealing with cum leaking out of you the next day. I was gonna do you a favor and clean all this up, but not anymore. Your splooge is getting pushed out right now, and you stay here and pick up."

While Alix half-walked, half-galloped her waddling walk of shame to the bathroom, Tegon turned to his own cleanup duty. That time when present you hated past, horny you for being so careless. The tissue Alix had tossed to him went up and down the length of his shaft. When it landed in the garbage can across the room it was soaked. The drake got to his feet and circled around the room, dutifully bundling up the various articles of clothing shed by the two over the course of the night. One gave him pause. Making sure she was safely in the other room, he sniffed at the lacy underwear draped over his finger before tossing them into the dirty clothes pile. Funny how only ten minutes ago he was buried in her pussy like it held the secrets of the universe, but now nervously glanced around before such an innocuous act. Their stained beach towel was last to go in the bin, and then he was ready to follow Alix.

Inside the bathroom, Alix was satisfied with the amount of Tegon's cum she was able to push out so far. Either way she predicted his load was the type to leave her cringing on the next hearty cough or sneeze. Shrugging to no one, she lowered her tail, closed her legs, and began to primp herself in preparation for the evening. Tegon found her like that when he entered.

"All cleaned up?" With one eye open, Alix was massaging some sort of cream into the other. The back-and-forth motion was enough to set her bare breasts into motion, demanding Tegon's attention for a split second before his answer.

"Yeah. Gonna hop in the shower now." Tegon thumbed through their cotton towels until he found the one matching the colorful pattern on his body and tossed it over the top of the shower curtain bar. He slid the plastic liner aside and stepped into their combination bath and shower.

Tegon turned a stainless-steel faucet to Hot and stood before the showerhead, palms outward. He weathered the initial blast of unheated water and was rewarded by a warm waterfall cascading forth. He allowed a small shiver of pleasure. Tegon felt the streams crash into his horns, slide down all around his face, down his back, then pool and swirl around his feet before disappearing into the drain. He palmed a bar of soap from waist-level and began the process of scrubbing away the shame. He worked quickly, as cum tended to get sticky and altogether gross with hot water.

Alix yanked the curtain aside and caught Tegon playing with the looser skin of his cock a little too eagerly. "Nice. I see our water bill is money well spent. Well, I'm hopping in too, so move back." She slid in between him and the showerhead, blocking his access to the steamy jets. The dragoness looked over her shoulder and pointed to the bar of soap, then to her body. "Help me out?"

Tegon, from behind, lathered up, then slapped the bar of soap between her breasts and slid it down to her bellybutton. His finger probed and cleaned her natural dimple. Befitting the majesty of a dragoness, he was sure to polish every inch of her midsection. A lover like Alix was worth her weight in gold - and for a dragon, that was saying something. A mate to work out the frustrations of the day? A mate to lose himself in the arms of? Yes, work was a bitch, but you know what? He could handle another day.

Tegon slipped the bar of soap back into its dish and tapped Alix on the shoulder. Carefully maneuvering her tail so a spike wouldn't poke him, she turned around. They locked eyes. Then Tegon put his arms around her, and they embraced in the falling rain.