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Cold as Lava

'Take my hand, thy passion is but a white feather.'

Have you ever felt the pressure of your rage building up within the deepest regions of your chest, taking the control of your body, causing the type of acts that only such foul emotion can unleash? Have you ever been brought to a point of exhaustion, where the precious thing that is life changes to symbolize a tedious problem, which pounds constantly against every thought that your brain forms, preying on every desire or need? Yes, just like a parrot that doesn't know how to fly, left alone without an attentive eye. It threatens to fall from the fifth floor of an office, painting the sidewalk with a happier color than the usual urban grey.

Tess was in a bad situation to have these thoughts forming inside her mind; even the yells and the threats of her supervisor couldn't crush the wall which she had built around herself to remain untouched. In security. She became silence, again.

It wasn't a strange thing for her: since her childhood, she'd found this little trick to keep away the bad feelings that other people appeared to carry with themselves; just like a shadow that lurks a few steps behind every person who lived in that city. Tess always dreamt of having something else, something of different. And relatively happier too. Perhaps she had a good shadow. A special 'friend', who didn't have to crawl behind her. No, it didn't have to carry the entire weight of her daily dose of frustration and rage.

Those things, those shadows, almost found strange pleasure in emptying the content of the big, old and smelly sack of anger that they used to carry, all over their assigned subject when being presented before the ebon crystals of their pupils. Tess didn't believe that her shadow could've been so cruel. Instead, she's always been pretty sure that all her precious shadow could ever carry would've been something of much lighter.

Maybe Tess' shadow had to carry hopes (and everyone knows that these things can be carried via pen drives!). For a moment, Tess had the sudden, crazy idea of asking her shadow to carry more pen drives with itself, the next time they would've traveled together. That way, even the other shadows could finally stop behaving so angrily and hatefully towards the ones they've been following for so many years. Just to actually start to coexist without declaring a war of heavy, stinky bags. However, she was really, really certain that the shadow of her supervisor had to also be the supervisor of many other shadows. So, since it had to deal with many other of its kin, Tess pictured it as very massive, and probably it also must have been the angriest and the grumpiest within miles.

Truth is that she's been distracted all this time, and didn't catch a single thing of what her boss said. Judging by what she was holding, a little box which contained the things she brought to this palace in order to work better ( although the little animals of paper were meant to cheer up the people around), she just got fired; the sound of the door behind her slammed with enough force that even a piece of wall fell down.

She needed that job, because, because... Well, everyone needs a job these days, after all. There was no point about asking herself the reason of why she needed a job, right?

While her lonely steps echoed against the walls of the staircase - the elevator was broken! -, her mind drifted for a short period of time, before finally remembering the reason of why she needed a job: money.

'I guess that trying to teach her parrot to sing: 'Every time I kiss you', near the edge of her office's window wasn't the brightest of ideas...', Tess admitted to herself whilst opening a door with her scaly hand, which leaded to the second section of the palace, right towards the principal exit.

This wasn't going to end well. Even her happy shadow started to grow heavier and grumpier, and this wasn't a good sign. She could feel its presence becoming more and more suffocating and, honestly, more annoying. Then again, it might have been simple paranoia.

A moment before her vocal cords would've exploded into a thunderous threat against her imaginary 'friend', Tess stopped everything when passing by a mirror. Her mouth just emitted an awkward noise. A couple of steps behind, her object of interest was standing completely still. Tess never noticed that mirror before, but the reason was simple, she usually took the elevator to get to her supervisor's office, not that shitty staircase.

The damaged, coarse surface of the mirror reflected in a strange manner everything beyond the silvery profile of its support. Tess took the chance to gather some moments for fixing her appearance; she couldn't simply get out from this palace with a sad look. She might have found herself without a job at the moment, but this didn't mean she had to look like a loser, she admitted again to someone that wasn't even there. The silvery scales, the ones which weren't hidden by the green shirt she was wearing, didn't look really bright with this sick, yellowish light, that flickered against the wall, enlightening everything with a dull, cyclic intermittence. Both of her thumbs tried to wipe away the few droplets of purple lipstick over the sides of her chin and mouth; she's been chewing on her lower lip for the past hour, and it was a true miracle that she didn't eat the entire layer. The sinuous shape of her jaw didn't follow a perfect line like the most of the other females she's been observing in the magazines. It had its own symmetry, however.

Her hands slowly caressed both of the white horns placed on the sides of her temples; they formed a sort of strange heart right above her nape, covering the pointy ears with their odd look. The left eye twitched a couple of times due to the irksome sensation of her heavy, black jeans getting far too tight at this hour of the day; one hand quickly kneaded each of her thighs in hope of achieving some relief while the other checked her phone: and holy fuck, she was already late.

Her clawed thumb moved with an eerie quickness over the smooth, purple touch screen, typing a message to one of her friends that shared a silly picture of her on Furbook. The party she's had a couple of weeks ago nearly ended with a trip in jail. After all, that cop truly deserved that kick aimed for his nuts. She had enjoyed the little race as well, until the cops got left behind; she had to thank her purple sweater with the thick hood if they weren't able to recognize her afterwards. Reminder: wash the sweater twice a week.

There was always something of nostalgic and melancholic when she found herself walking through the creepy alleys of that city filled with smog, car noises and the yells of the children skipping the lessons of the local school. She frowned at the sight of the little parks, which presented few, spoiled trees and a pair of unwashed, dirty benches that were used as beds by the homeless, with those crusty pieces of old green and blue paint, and the fountains that could still work, if only someone would've been so smart to finally remove the mechanical corks on the back side.

No, she didn't remember a time when all this was new and pretty. It explained, in her mind, and the ones of the other countless people passing by these sad graves how much the modern society is being too focused on the self-appreciation of technology, forgetting about the responsibility each citizen has on maintaining an healthy look of the streets and parks.

It all looked old, dirty. Tess knew that such wasn't completely true, since most of the things brought in this new section of the city weren't older than two years. Still, the disregard of everyone about such fragile beauty of iron and concrete was easily enough to utterly ruin what has been given. Nobody was going to do a single thing about it. Everyone is far too busy with their own lives, trying to get the best of the things from their meritocratic system. She was pretty sure that someone was going to do something, very soon.

It couldn't just keep growing and growing. Sooner or later someone else was going to realize what was happening. She always had this weird feeling, the odd pulse of acting and finally do something on her own, and to not wait for anyone else to give the first signal.

There were two problems, though: first, her complete apathy about everything that didn't concern her directly, her video-games at home, and more than everything, the arousal she always experienced at least twice per day. Secondly, she's been far too busy to think about the general situation. She just got fired, and without money a single Dragon can't do much. She didn't even have working wings! Doctors always told her that the majestic wings she's been using to attract countless of partners are far too weak to allow her body to leave the ground, even for a couple of seconds.

Her digits kept preying on their little hunting ground of smoothness as she wrote a little note about buying some fresh milk, whilst the rest of her body was struggling with fatigue to end the series of narrow corners and crowded sections of street towards her special Spa.

There wasn't anything similar anywhere else. The sole memories of the first times there, made her thick and muscular tail to shiver and sway from side to side a couple of times, which bashed the thigh of a bystander that promptly began to yell several curses while shaking the rolled newspaper he's been holding in the right hand. (His shadow had to be really huge).

Tess wasn't really far from 'offering' the box she's been carrying for almost forty minutes against that stranger, smiling at the mental picture of her, tossing the entire content against his dumb face.

The dragoness was pretty sure that the remnants of her still-warm coffee mug, bought five minutes ago in the shop over the other side of the street: 'Dean's Flavors', could be a funnier option to choose as well.

The idea of another race with the cops wasn't really intriguing, though.

'Today, at least!', she swiftly thought with a sly smirk that took posses of the little lines of her soft, scaly mouth, changing its silhouette methodically into an expression of amusement, and impatience for what was waiting her past the transparent doors she was now approaching with haste and desire.

The glowing sign of the Spa spread a pink, soothing light over the vicinity; each single inch of Tess' features got enlightened with the warm color, reflecting her good mood, despite the Dragoness' sudden layoff. A new atmosphere made her mind to finally drift away in relax, even before making her way inside the initial hall.

Tess didn't feel anymore the weird sensation of a shadow following her everywhere.

Only the pleasant knowledge of making her first steps into one of her favorite dreams.

**** One Hour Before ****

'Welcome to the 'Steamy Mists' Spa, miss. What can I do for you?'

The sudden reaction of the whit feline behind the thick counter of white wood, covered in cheap industrial plastic, made the scales beneath Faye's nape to shiver and nearly crumble under the growing pressure and awkward terror the curvy tigress placed over the smaller reptile's nerves; her legs began to shiver gaudily.

A pair blue pupils flicked right and left, trying to find an excuse to flee from that place, to run faster than a chopper and hide herself in the ditch of the nearest sewer - not like would ever try that.

Both of the scaly, feminine hands of Faye tortured each other; pulling a thumb, scratching one of their backs with a rusty noise. Meanwhile, the breathing of the tiny dragoness began to feel heavier and slower, forming within the deepest regions of her midriff, but then crumbling at the height of her throat, almost gagging her.

A single question pounded against the front of her mind at the moment, right when her eyes finally dared to stare back to their amber counterparts, which reflected a small hint of curiosity. She knew what the tigress was thinking, and that made her even more awkward and worried. Her taloned heels were ready to perform a swift pivot, in order to sprint towards the exit of the Spa as quickly as possible. Yet, something simply didn't allow her to.

Oh, she knew. She hated that, but she knew what the white feline was thinking. 'Did I say something wrong? What a jerk!', but the look in her eyes betrayed such supposition, allowing Faye to finally calm down, although very slightly.

'U-uh! Erh. I'm... Fuck-", Faye's words erupted as the edges of a river between a storm of summer, investing the ears of Miranda. Taking a long breath, the dragoness shook her head in self-anger, resuming her speech, this time with a confident tone: 'I am here for the reservation, which I took two weeks ago.'

The feline's expression changed, assuming a gentle and relaxed look while watching the little dragon in front of her. Faye stood still with the bag she's been carrying since the end of her weekly work-out. The reason of her embarrassment, however, was surely beyond Miranda's comprehension. She didn't want to waste much time blabbering without purpose. Hence why the tigress who carried that little green shirt, which let exposed far more than what usually should be given to an observer's eyes, opened her maw once more, nodding slowly in the mean time.

'Oh, yes! You must be Faye, right? Good, perfect! I was expecting you.', her fluffy fingers darted onto the black keyboard of the small computer sitting on the side of her desk, producing a low and annoying buzz of electricity, along with the sick sound of the dusty fans within its case; Miranda couldn't stop her eyes to take another peek of the facial features of the little reptile before her desk.

The small girl didn't look attractive. She was far beyond the adjective. Hell, if only she had met her when not working, she'd have been probably already flirting with that tiny thing over there. The white feline couldn't help but let escape a low, nearly imperceptible purring whilst checking the appointment's note on the tiny pink window that she opened before.

In truth, the fluffy receptionist did everything that was required at least two minutes ago, and she just faked her strange expression of annoyance to act as if a sudden problem with the computer had just happened. This gave the perfect excuse for her eager eyes to catch more glimpses of that scaled beauty standing in the middle of that hall; it wasn't a big room, but Faye appeared so little that the rest couldn't do anything else than look oddly bigger.

'Sorry, darling. This piece of old crap needs some moments to elaborate,' the tigress winked at the green dragon, who suddenly blushed rather heavily, 'you don't mind to wait do you? I am Miranda, by the way.' A sly grin took over the furred features of the feline's muzzle when she, herself, thought about the impudent nature of her first attempt of flirting with that woman.

Miranda's paws had to clutch tightly the sides of the chair where her soft tush was resting, slowly scratching the sides in a poor attempt of resisting in front the pulse of, literally, pounce on Faye and start to claim her cold mouth with hers. Why, why did she have to be so attractive? The simple look of her eyes, those pretty horns with the shape of a small circle on each side of her green head caused both her legs to shiver, even tremble with delight and need. Her primal instincts were emerging without rest.

Miranda perked an eyebrow at a wet sensation spreading between her thighs. She smiled at the reptile before she could even answer back, looking downwards to check what was going on. There she could only cringe beneath one paw, which promptly got moved to cover her face: Miranda wanted to cry. She couldn't do anything but clench her legs with those tight jeans pressing against her sex right now; she silently promised to herself to burn this pair of pants the same evening. The wet spot that kept spreading with its sticky warmth over her inner thighs, past her green panties, green like the sweet scales of Faye, didn't add any good to her situation of arousal. The receptionist exhaled a thick lungful of warmth, that soon was followed by a heavier, and more desperate sigh when the reptile, finally, answered back with a soft, angelic mutter. A stingy scent took over the cold air around the two, carrying the winds of Miranda's arousal.

'Oh... I-It's not really a problem, y'know. I guess I can wait a little... I am Faye,' the reptile lifted her right hand, offering an handshake to Miranda, whose left paw got quickly lifted in order to meet the scaly hand. If only Faye could have known that the same paw she was touching, has been covered in Miranda's sweet juices just a couple of minutes before. Faye at last resumed: 'Pl-pleased to meet you, Miranda.'

The tigress looked back at the dragoness who appeared to be more relaxed by that point, and such made Miranda's heart to miss a beat. Why did she suddenly care about this dragoness' feelings? Why did she feel so complete when that 'Faye' mentioned her name? It couldn't be anything beyond the simple, sudden desire of having that little, delicious green tush between her hands... 'NO!', Miranda uttered within her mind's walls, uncovering her face by placing the right paw which has been hiding her heavy blushing for the past five minutes over smooth surface of the mouse. She couldn't keep her Faye there any longer, although deep within the feline ribcage there was something that begged so desperately to not let that girl to simply go away. To keep her still a little bit more, just a little bit.

It wasn't of any use for Miranda. She had a work here, and she couldn't disappoint any customer, no matter how much attractive this could be... No matter how much she deeply felt in need for that particular, green customer. The feline had to collect all her energies to not cry out the mix of arousal and frustration that has been building inside her chest for all this time, and Faye appeared to become slightly suspicious; such, couldn't simply happen.

It was unacceptable!

'Aaand... Y-yes! You can go now, thank you very kindly for your patience, miss Faye. Please, head for the right corneeeerh... HAH!', Miranda was in panic, and she just hit the desk with her right knee. The feline began to feel her swelling clit pounding every second when her eyes landed to simply watch that cute, green muzzle.

How did she end up like this? She started it, and she knew it. This just made the feline even more angrier with herself.

'Sorry darling... Huff, you know. The cold that's in here u-usually gives me some spasms...' (WHAT?! Spasms?!), Miranda wanted to throw herself in a pit and remain there for the rest of eternity. Where was her witticism, now that she needed it? It surely had to hide somewhere, because right now she was acting like a complete douche.

'However! T-take the right corner after the last window, and the first door on the left right after the turn.', Miranda offered the most awkward smile that she ever put together; the red lipstick emphasized even more the fake expression of happiness; it was a poor attempt to hide the growing panic in her chest. The feline had to thank her boss for the big, professional table for a receptionist, because behind that thin layer of white wood and shitty plastic, Faye hopefully couldn't see Miranda's tail swinging and pounding at the smooth white tiles.

She saw the dragoness peering at the direction she just revealed, and with a quick nod, Faye politely bowed her head, moving on. Miranda felt her soft, swollen lips pulsating harder and harder on their own, a new sensation that never, ever happened to her before.

After that the last inch of the green reptile's tail disappeared beyond the harsh corner aside Miranda's counter, a sudden mewl echoed within the principal hall of the Spa, followed by a constant, loud purring.

Her amber eyes got closed shut as one paw moved underneath the counter, right between her legs. She didn't even care about the thick cloth preventing the digits from assaulting the needy flesh beneath it.

Her love button couldn't stay silent any longer, and it just kept grinding over her panties, spreading her warm juice; the feline whined when her soft tush bounced on the chair to allow her legs to be finally free.

An annoying tail put a serious obstacle to that operation, as it got trapped several times within the folds of Miranda's pants, trying to get out or remain there: even the tigress wasn't completely sure of what her tail was thinking at the moment. Somehow she escaped from the trap of clothes -not with few struggles- and a sigh of relief fizzled through her lips.

She couldn't wait furthermore, and with a suffocated yelp, the white paw began to work on the scorching sex of the naughty receptionist, slithering between the two bigger lips with a lethal slowness; her clawed thumb kept poking at her natural source of devastating pleasure, located right below the sweet-scented valley on the middle of soft, curvy thighs. The bigger finger didn't waste time, hastily moving to draw small circles onto the swollen button. The wet noise produced by her fingering couldn't be stronger. Each push, each caress made her thighs to shiver and her toes to spread, each time followed by another desperate gasp.

Her bottom pushed downwards, whilst her hips tried to lift themselves from their position, just to allow a deeper penetration for a pair of clawed fingers. Miranda knew that she had to stay calm and be aware of the sharpness of those, and yet, she couldn't possibly care at the moment. All she desired were the lips of Faye drinking directly from her moist flower. Feeling her scorching breath crushing against her love button each time that her tongue would've lapped every droplet of her feminine nectar, springing from her moist depths.

She didn't belong to time, Miranda buried her body into her pleasure, which was the only thing she could feel. The warm walls within her flower didn't stop twitching and claiming her fingers, squeezing over the fluffy digits to the point where the tigress couldn't feel anymore from those, just too deeply engulfed in those hungry folders. Her chair was a true mess, but she didn't want to think on how she would've cleaned it. Removing the smell of her moist pussy, she knew, wasn't going to be an easy task. She didn't want to think about it either, though. She felt something, raising deep within her womb, and making its way closer to the entrance of her womb. It was faint and quickly spent by the overwhelming pleasure at first, as if annihilated by the pulses of unbearable pleasure which crushed against her brain every time she pinched the swollen button atop her pussy, that pulsed happily with another judder of her legs.

Her other hand quickly moved beneath her shirt, caressing with a feathery touch her belly, almost too afraid to proceed. Two fingers teased naughtily the small navel in the middle of that flat ground, circling the surface around the small hole without rest. Deciding to move further, the hand sinuously took its path to reach the two, hidden twins of Miranda. Her perky rosebuds didn't stand a single chance under the onslaught of pinches and caresses, making them shiver and letting the tigress to yelp out her desire. Miranda let out a warm gasp each time she pushed and tugged the stiff nipples, circling their sensitive grounds, before moving to take a firm handful of one breast, slowly teasing her bosom; a lustful desire took over the instincts of Miranda, whose hands ruthlessly fulfilled their task of pleasure.

Then, it became stronger. More powerful than everything else she had ever experienced throughout her lie. Fright took over her senses for a faint moment, but the pleasure brought the feline to a point where she hadn't to care about the chance of being found there with her pants below her knees and a blissful display on her face. She had to push, harder and faster. Her mewling became something of incoherent, whispers from her lips, which were curled into a wince. Each lungful got expelled with a sharp growl and a lustful moan; the boiling saliva on her tongue didn't help to counter the warmth she felt inside.

The climax hit her like a truck at high speed. Her thighs shivered and squeezed her hand, causing her fingers to get pushed at their limit inside her pussy, several spurts of sticky goodness showered the chair where she sat. It didn't require long for the droplets of her own flower to drip 'till her ankles, splashing shamelessly onto the ground. Several minutes after, she finally found the strength to remove her fingers from her moist sex; Miranda's body was covered in sweat, and the repeated sound of the droplets of her same, juicy nectar had her ears to twitch. All she could do was purring; the amber eyes observing the sticky layers forming between the spaces of her two malicious fingers. She needed to meet that dragoness again. She had to.

****

The alley, where the steps of the green, little dragoness kept echoing without a destination, wasn't exactly how Faye's fantasies had made her to believe when she found herself crossing the thin line between the two worlds: the true reality, and her imagination. The last rays of sunlight pierced very gently through the double-sided glasses, conveniently located on each side of the long hallway; they made the tiny reptile to feel lost. Yes, she loved that odd color. The tonality that occurs when the last hours of day of dying autumn began to get coated by a slinky breath of pink.

It always happened during the sunset, and Faye often felt melancholic when observing this strange light. The sensation of the last hug of warmth before a long, cold night. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last one; of this she was very certain. One hand moved to caress the inner side of the thick glass, whilst half of her bottom hopped on the little edge of steel, located at the height of her waist. Faye closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling a little: indeed, it felt as her lungs were sapping away the essence of those special and inebriating flames.

She didn't remember why that sensation was often able to take possess of her body. It reminded her, even if involuntarily, about the days when she still frequented school.

About the long nights of tiring study. Of the anxiety of an upcoming exam that just wouldn't allow her to sleep in her bed, leaving herself alone with gloomy nightmares. About the silly thought of being never able to live another special day of autumn. The grey clouds disappeared, and the remnants of those were floating in the sky, happily resting after the hard work they've been doing with watering the land below. All of it, all these sensations felt so distant. To remind her of a purpose which ceased to exist years ago; still her body didn't forget, just like her. The familiar feeling of her heart racing beneath her ribs couldn't be easily forgotten.

After that two good minutes passed, the sudden thought of wasting time was powerful enough to make her body jump from that sitting position.

She groaned and cursed against herself, shaking her head a couple of times; the sound of her steps resumed.

Not much time passed before Faye noticed the reason of why these glasses were placed right there. It wasn't only to give a bright look to the hallway by letting the natural light to come inside: it also allowed to the people traversing the corridor, the pleasant view of the boiling thermal baths placed outside.

On each side there were several pools, faintly covered with thick, asphyxiating fog. It had an opaque tonality of green and brown, expertly mixed together by the staff of the Spa in order to gift the customers with a powerful mixture of scents and reagents for the pleasure of the body and the mind, allowing the sore muscles to relax and the thoughts to flow away like little leaves, dragged away by the force of the water in a river.

Everything was surrounded by tall walls, she noticed, the pools were connected to each other by wooden paths which permitted the customers to walk around without having the problem to wear any kind of shoes.

Each path ended with another structure, similar to a ladder of smooth stone, which proceeded into the thermal water of the pools. That way, everybody could feel on their hide the powerful sensation of being engulfed by soothing warmth and exotic scents of a distant land, brought there for the pleasure of any person willing to pay enough to try such experience.

The short grass ruled its natural empire around the pools, exhibiting with silent pride various patterns of symbols: such the ying-yang and intersected circles, or several curves that Faye's eyes found difficult to follow. Each symbol started at the end of the small roots of little, graceful trees. Faye read somewhere about those: if the temperature was right, they could glow at night, since their white flowers can host a special kind of insects which produce a peculiar blue pulsation when flying and surrounding those to collect the sweet nectar. The dragoness found herself into another daydream of hers while thinking about the perfumed water surrounding her body, almost forgetting the reason of her presence there.

Once again, Faye cursed against herself when her watch buzzed into action. From that moment, the reptile tried to not look anywhere else for time being, not until she'd have reached the special chamber that the Spa assigned to her.

Finally, after the countless thoughts about what could be awaiting once she'd arrived, Faye reached the door that the odd tigress mentioned.

It had a small sign on it, which carried the message: 'Dragon's Treatment Chamber - BH-02'. After reading it, right when her hand moved to grab the handle of that white door, covered with the same plastic of Miranda's desk, a loud noise, similar to glass shattering on the floor echoed through the hallway the green reptile just traversed. Faye stood still for a good minute, with her hand clutching the handle, and her ears well tensed to catch any suspicious noise. In deep silence and chased by a growing nervousness.

However, nothing of strange happened, and the dragoness finally found the courage to open the door in front of her.

When the edge of the white, metallic obstacle hit the other side, Faye's nostrils caught almost instantly the scent of sulphur raising from the depths of the room. It looked like another hallway, but this time everything was different: the walls weren't covered by bright, pink light. It was rather a thick and coarse surface that appeared black, glassy rock.

The dragoness gulped and made her first step forth, narrowing her eyes when her foot touched by accident one of the rocks that was standing the way with one toe. It had the consistence of the glass at the touch, but Faye doubted it would shatter as easily. In fact, the black claw of her big toe tried to pierce the little rock, and it didn't have any luck with it.

Of course, it was obsidian. Faye recalled the same rock when visiting ancient caverns. However, 'Those rocks are always near a volcano...', her thought was swiftly followed by a gulp.

Nodding to herself to inspire some courage, Faye proceeded through the curvy cave, trying to not stumble on the several rocks that harshly attempted to cause injuries to unwary Dragons just like herself.

Somehow, the dragoness didn't have any problem with the crossing of this small labyrinth. Right and left, the corners appeared to be never ending. After a while, the scent of sulphur began to grow heavier and stronger, along with a suspicious heat raising within the very walls. This didn't stop Faye however, now taken by curiosity, and by the certainty that she couldn't find the way back even if she wanted to. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.

An orange light began to crawl from the distance, the eyes of the green girl, that got accustomed to the darkness, suddenly felt heavy. Faye had to close her eyes and proceed blindly for some time, because everything she could see were weird, orange stains floating in front of her nose.

A piercing pain crossed the length of her right leg when she almost fell against one of the sharpest stones she's ever seen in her life; it was pointed against her throat. Her tail got stuck in the middle of two rocks, causing her body to lose balance. Luckily, the same rocks saved her life, as her tail prevented her body to fall against the weapon of that devious cavern. She promised that once she got out of that situation, she'd have a word or two with the owner of this place. In a pair of seconds, she freed herself before anything of bad could happen, and with a frown and a small shiver crossing the entire length of her backbone, the girl made her final steps towards the supposed room where she'd receive her treatment.

The orange light grew bolder and brighter, and the heat felt soothing, but at the same time very suffocating; the smell of sulphur didn't help much. And then, it finally came to her realization the nature of that place. There she was, standing in front of a pool of scorching, boiling lava.

The tonalities of dark, brown and red were confused and mixed at the same time with the thick darkness surrounding everything but the deep pool of fused stone. She was standing in front of the source of all the heat that served as origin and power for the thermal pools that the Spa offered. The boiling bubbles of scorching, red-hot fluid kept popping every now and then, producing a similar sound of a stew being cooked inside a kitchen. Just, slower.

Faye let her bag fall on her side with a dusty thud; a small smirk appeared on her brow when thinking about the usual stereotype of dragons and lava. However, there she was, and nothing could prevent her to be enjoying this experience.

The dragoness walked towards a row of lockers placed on the other side of the cavern; she had to go around the entire pool of lava in order to reach them. Mostly empty, for the fact that not many dragons frequented this place at this time of the year, when it was still 'hot' for her kin, Faye found sufficient space to put her stuff inside the last one. She decided to not even close it, as she doubted that someone else would've visited that place the same day, the odds were far too ridiculous for Faye.

Both hands moved to take a hold of the rim of her jeans, gently caressing her hide beneath the elastic string of her pants with both her thumbs, before reaching the front to pop the buttons and scroll the zip that kept them attached to her body.

The scaly tush got exposed before the heat of the lava, getting coated with the orange, scorching light of the Earth's power; each scale was enlightened by that demonstration of the most destructive element in action.

Her tail had to bend a little in order to allow the jeans to slide off her shins, reaching her ankles with a small thud. Faye never wear any underwear, it was far too complicated to find a pair of panties that didn't rip at the slightest of movements against her coarse hide: the curse of every dragon with a little bit of chubbiness.

Second was the shirt she's been wearing for the entire day, now finally removed to let her generous breasts flop freely in the sulphurous air. Both of the soft, beige buttons in the middle of each pillowy twin stiffened quickly, making the dragoness to blush faintly. It was clear that she wasn't used to get naked in a place that wasn't her own bathroom. After a quick kick to get out of the way her jeans, Faye moved to grab a white blanked, which got wrapped around her waist and torso, covering half of her breasts in a tight embrace. The tightness of the silky tissue, which caressed almost heavenly the scales of Faye, couldn't do anything but emphasize the size of the two twins that the dragoness had to offer, letting the valley of forbidden passions between those to have a part in the spectacle as well; the dream of any teenager was happening in that moment. Alas, it was in a cavern under the ground.

Faye hadn't do wait further for the beginning of her special treatment. She headed for the small shore of the giant pit of lava with hesitant, but curious steps; the heat was growing stronger and stronger with each inch she traversed, but that only added more and more desire within the dragoness' heart, now completely willing to accept the warm embrace of the molten power that the Earth had to offer. She reached in a couple of minutes the first platform of a ladder carved in the stone. It was made of obsidian, since few materials could resist to such extreme temperatures without melting within seconds. Hopefully, dragons weren't affected by such unwanted side-effect.

Firstly it was her right foot to prod the molten surface of that ocean set aflame. Faye was actually surprised of the sensation that engulfed the entire plant of her foot and toes: it felt like touching something of solid, but at the same time it felt as if she could get past the normal bindings of solid matter, carving a breach in the tissue of space and proceeding through something that for most would've been a wall of deadly molten stone and metal.

She had to get more of that sensation, much more, and every fear was now imprisoned far away from her mind. For the first time in years, she felt confident of her actions. In front of the true danger of immolation, she felt safe and protected.

The other leg soon followed her sister, and now Faye lowered her body deeper in the devil's den. Inch after scaly inch a new feeling exploded through her nerves, crossing her backbone and erupting right in her brain, leaving the reptile alone with a Nirvana of emotions and tranquility. When the lava touched her sex, both her eyelids got opened wide, and teeth gritted against each other, threatening to get snapped due to the pressure applied to them. Something of unbelievable touched the most forbidden part of her body, and it kept raising without anything that could possibly stop the advance of the true source of millennia of boiling destruction, now submitted to serve the will of this naïve girl.

Her small clitoris burned in soothing warmth, causing Faye's body to twitch and her mouth to exhale little moans of pleasure. She felt her own nectar flowing past her lips, and suddenly get annihilated by the extreme heat of the lava, spreading in the air her own feminine scent.

Faye's eyes felt heavy, her nostrils were constantly assaulted by the strong scent of sulphur and female, her heavy breathing carried the perfume of her feminine fragrance. She didn't want to admit it, but her scent was driving her crazy.

However, a cracking noise recalled her attention, ruining her special moment. Perking an eyebrow, the Dragoness peered downwards, gasping in surprise as the blanket she was wearing got suddenly ignited by the strong temperature of the lava itself, burning off in few seconds and coating her body with red and orange flames within a blink.

The dragoness rolled her eyes, murmuring: 'I should've seen that comin'...' Her body sank below the surface of the molten pit, not to be seen for quite a while.

****

The tail of a cat is easily concealed, if the cat wishes for its appendage to be hidden from the sight of the ones that it reputes unworthy. Miranda wasn't entirely focused on the present when the Tess passed through the doors of crystalline glass. The little device atop the side of one of those produced its peculiar sound, signaling a new presence in the room. This was its supposed job. However, Miranda didn't hear anything around her sensitive, delicate ears that wasn't the echoing sound of the little dragoness, whose exquisite body passed from there some time ago. Her ears were still ringing like bells, carrying the voice of Faye in a perfect dream.. They were still witching from time to time when yet another reptile waved at her. Could it be her? No, she was green, not silvery. Why would someone come over at this time of the day if not for causing trouble? She was on pause, damn.

Fuck it, she had to do something, and quickly. Shaking her head, the long whiskers over each of her fluffy cheeks suffered, shivering from the impact of the sudden speed of the air. Miranda perked and eyebrow as she tried to get back to reality. 'Oh. It's you.', those words pierced the silence of the room, just like a spear pierces the heart of a dangerous enemy. Tess perked herself an eyebrow when she heard the tigress talking. It wasn't really the words themselves, it was rather the tone used. It felt like a weight of iron attached with a rusty chain beneath the period. 'Yup. How's it going? It's been a while, I don't think I am too late, am I?', the white dragoness walked across the room with her tail held at the height of her buttocks. Electricity was raising between the two, and surely it wasn't for the cloudy weather. She placed one hand over the desk, moving a couple of papers that Miranda, supposedly, had to check. It wasn't Tess' problem though, was it? After all, Tess could grin and bear it, for the moment. This behavior of nonchalance within the manners of the scaled lady has often driven Miranda into a state of concealed anger. Felines are good at hiding emotions too.

'I am -fine-, thank you. And...,' the sound of the receptionist' paws bashing onto the keyboard echoed through the entire hall. It was rather obvious, at least now, that the tigress didn't like the presence of Tess. A string of memories crept along the lines of her brain, and although she kept working and checking the client's booking, dozens of thoughts came to life in a moment. Not much after, Miranda's lips curled to show the fakest of smiles to Tess, who decided to admire the square in front of the Spa through the huge windows. 'Yes, this is your reservation.' It was the turn of Tess' body to be controlled by the long wires of that invisible force which choice affects each one of us from time to time, when we feel the need to fall into our thoughts and become rapt with the seductive whispers that our mind offers while looking at one of the objects of our desires.

'Tess? Tess!', Miranda growled against the reptile; the right eye was almost twitching now, with its blackened eyelashes spreading the glittering make-up onto the fur of her white, striped cheeks. Tess startled, facing the tigress once more with a questioning look, which didn't last too long, as when her eyes landed over the papers that Miranda was offering, her face expression changed in acquiescence.

'Ah, there they are! Thought I lost my booking. Fortunately I paid with advance.', Tess winked while speaking, moving forth in order to take a firm hold of her booking papers. Nodding right afterwards, the dragoness faced the hallway on the left side, sighing with anticipation. Miranda's voice broke again the silence of the room, and of Tess' thoughts: 'I trust you still remember the right way to the usual room, do you?'. It was her job forcing her tongue to ask that question, not a courtesy.

Tess didn't want to give the tigress any satisfaction, nor feed that fake interest. She winked again to her, approaching the entrance of the hallway.

Unfortunately, destiny wanted to put its malevolent hand over that day. Tess' tail went forgotten for all the time that the duo had spent talking. As result, when the reptile began walking, one of the three cables that connected the monitor of Miranda's receptionist post got caught in one of the thick scales of the draconic appendage. A sudden movement of air and the sound of plastic grinding on plastic, and the hall went filled again with an unpleasant noise. Pieces of glass laid shattered on the ground, while the liquid crystals beneath the fragile surface of the device got mixed with the several papers that fell together with it, displaying a plethora of sick rainbow-looking colors. Tess peered beyond her left shoulder, getting paler than usual, while Miranda sat behind the desk of disgusting plastic. Not a sound came from around the corners that wasn't the low buzzing of the computer at the side of the tigress' ankles. 'Uh, well...', Tess began moving backwards while raising her hands in a defensive manner. The receptionist looked at her with eyes set aflame. A quiet growl erupted from the ribcage of Miranda, followed by the cracking noise of her knuckles pressed against the palm of each hand, one pair at a time.

The escape from the enraged tiger has been tiring. Tess had to go through the hallway with speed, panting with fright and effort as her legs struggled to keep the pace with the stronger ones of Miranda, who ran just behind her, swearing against the dragoness without mercy. She was going to pay for it, but luckily, the dragoness was able to take a hold of the handle of one of the doors, slamming it behind her just before Miranda's paws could take a hold of her neck. Nothing could be heard past the closed door now; Tess moved backwards a couple of steps, feeling sharp rocks under her shoes.

Facing the other way, Tess wasn't expecting the sudden darkness that engulfed her line of sight so deceitfully and quickly. It wasn't a problem, she's always been good at finding an hidden path among darkness. Many memories ran through the labyrinth of her mind now, as she recalled the many times in which she found herself alone in the city, at night: when she had to travel and cross the dangerous areas, the sharp corners and the stinking back alleys in order to get back to her flat. Though, the smell was the real problem. Miranda never mentioned anything like this before -probably because she didn't want her to try everything in the Spa, for some reason- and now she found herself just in front of this wall of black.

She knew this place was hot, even before entering the door. She followed the tubes attached on the sides of the roof, away from the sight of the customers. At first, Tess thought about a boiler room. However, the light in the distance suggested a much bigger place. Moving gropingly, all she could hear was her own breathing, along with the shattering noise of the rocks beneath her feet. The echo was something of truly fantastic, it pulsed throughout the entire area, crushing against the smooth rocks that formed the walls. She tried to find a path between all those corners, but in the end, since she couldn't rely on her nose, she was forced to follow the light in the distance. It was orange. Warm.

One step after the other, she approached the source of that mystic light. It seemed that her sauntering in the dark wasn't going to last. Tess considered the option of facing Miranda, but this choice seemed way less dangerous in her head, all considering. She'd navigate through a stormy ocean, rather than try to confront that tiger. Tess heard she's been doing box for quite a while now, and it could be proven by the size of her furred biceps.

It wasn't long after that Tess' eyes became enlightened with the sight of a giant, circular room. In the middle was a pool filled with boiling, thick lava. Tess considered that if it hadn't been so scary and if she didn't end up there after being chased by an angry tiger, this could be a pretty story to tell to her friends. She had just to hope that Miranda wouldn't have tried to kill her after her display with the computer. It looked like a special room, but nothing similar to the ones with the mud pools, which she booked before coming over. No, this was different, and new. Several lockers were placed on the other side of the cave. The pointy, black stones on the tall roof presented their glittering design when hit by the red light of the pit of incandescent lava.

Tess didn't dare to say anything. She limited herself to head for the lockers. Hell, if she had to fight Miranda, she could very well do it while being relaxed and refreshed. Refreshed wasn't the correct word in this case, but it could do. In anticipation, the silvery dragoness got naked in front of a silent audience of rocks and stones. There, she noticed that the locker on the other side of the row got opened recently, and filled with some clothes. Feminine clothes. In that moment,

Tess eventually realized that someone else had to be there. So, if this was the case, this room was already available by any fellow scaly, with enough money to spend, in order to experience a nice little bath of scorching lava. Rather convenient when your private island with an active volcano is rented. She scanned the room, and above all, inspected the pit. There were several rocks here and there, all good spots for someone to lurk within the rocky folds. Tess frowned, then, decided that this little game could have proved to be fun, after all.

Faye came to her senses just a few moments after the entrance of Tess into the odd room. She hid beneath two rocks at the height of her chest, taking peeks beyond the layers of black, smooth stone in front of her nose. It was scorching at the touch, but nothing that her scales couldn't handle. Her eyes widened at the sight of the soft orbs of white, so perfectly placed beneath the back of the silvery dragoness that stood several meters from her hidden location. Faye admired the curves of the woman who slowly leaned on to take a hold of her tight jeans, which fell on the ground with a clang as the metallic belt which could manage to contain such set of full moons was brought to a shelf of a locker.

The sight of the white folds, so tightly closed between the lithe thighs made Faye's legs to clench with a squishy noise of lava being poured forth.

Each muscle captured the orange light, having it to bend and glitter over the curves and forms of the dragon of silver, coating her body with a pure and white livery. Faye couldn't resist furthermore, unwillingly she moved down, shaking her head whilst prodding each of her fingers. Her muttering was constant and incoherent: 'What should I do?!'

The muttering was interrupted by Tess' leap into the pit, which produced various splashes of boiling lava, each sparkle spread around the edge of the pool, becoming part of the rocks that were already there. She could hear the dragoness swimming on her back, graciously moving her legs to form a circle. Tess yawned and sighed happily. 'Ah! This gets the aches out... Grhn, finally!' Faye gritted her teeth, taking another peer. She lifted her head as much as possible to not get spotted, her breath increased in pace with every second passing.

Tess' breasts kept popping in and out the surface of the pit. Each time that every inch of her cleavage got engulfed by the warm embrace of the fire, only the grey nipples were spared from the treatment, displaying their supremacy over the fleshy land beneath them. Emerging, the glittering of her scales got enhanced again. It looked like as her skin was made of pure gold, showing dozens of warm tonalities, before returning to the neutral silvery color due to the exposure of the air.

'Damn it, damn! It's too late to pretend I didn't see her...', Faye was blushing, and it was obvious that she's been staring to the naked body of the other woman. 'There's no wait out without her seeing me... This room was supposed to be empty!'. The green dragoness moved down again, now assailed by doubt. She couldn't find a way out of that situation. She wasn't used to be among people, especially when being completely naked.

' You know that you speak to yourself, right?'

Indeed, Faye didn't consider the intensity of her voice tone until it was too late. Now she was finally caught, with her hands firmly placed over her breasts, as if to cover something that Tess had never seen before. Her dewy pupils flickered back and fro, trying to find an excuse or something that would spare her the horrendous moment of awkwardness. 'It's not polite to peep at someone who's bathing, you hear me?', Tess threw a fake frown against the green dragoness.

Faye squirmed in the pool, now moving her hand for an awkward caress of her nape. She wiped away a droplet of cold sweat from her forehead, which helplessly landed onto the dark surface of the molten lake; the wheezing sound produced by Faye's droplet made the situation even more awkward for her tastes.

'I... Uhm, I... I didn't mean t-to...', she simply couldn't find the right words to answer the waiting reptile, who in the mean time moved to sit atop one of the smooth rocks which Faye used to conceal herself from the same pair of eyes that were now, so diffidently dissecting her naked features.

Tess scanned the features of the trembling female beneath her, perking an eyebrow and increasing her falsehood of an expression, deeply planted on her shimmering brow. 'Oh, well, I guess you couldn't resist. You had to simply watch my naked body, didn't ya' ?'

Faye stuttered in response, shaking her head rather quickly, trying to maintain a decent position with her shoulders made big and her right arm clenching over the small breasts. 'I wasn't watching! Who would look at someone without ag-ag-... Agreement! B'sides, we're both girls, can't ya' see that?!'

The knot forming inside Faye's belly was growing as time passed, and more so due to the incredible sight of the two orbs of silver, which her eyes only could admire from the distance, and that now were being offered to her just a few inches above. The sweat atop the stiff nipples of grey was simply alluring, and with each heart beat of the white reptile, it juddered and threatened to fall against the molten ground. Tess couldn't resist the urge of grinning in front of that affirmation, shaking her head with an amused look placed atop her lips, 'Oh, I understand. So, do apologize me, missy! I think I'll head back and resume my bath. After all you don't find me enough attractive.'

She turned her body, smirking to herself and preparing to leap down once again. Then, as she had planned, the thrumming voice of Faye echoed throughout the entire room, more similar to a shriek of fright, rather than a true intervention: 'W-Wait! Stop! I didn't say that... It's just, you know, I've never been with someone else.' Tess' tail swung heavily to the right side, bringing the entire body with itself, so that the silvery dragoness was facing the green one once again. 'Oh, really...?,' she murmured for a moment, her eyes a picture of deep reflection which, unexpectedly got turned into a malicious snigger, 'Reeeeaaally?'

Faye couldn't possibly imagine what plans the white-scaled dragon had going through her head, yet one thing was sure: Tess offered the bait, and for all that matters, Faye helplessly took it without thinking twice. One leg got lifted to the right side of the rock where Tess has been resting for the last ten minutes of awkward conversation, finally exposing the true lines that such marvelous limb had to offer. The pair of Faye's blue eyes got enthralled in no time by the shape of the little, wiggly toes located on the end of the clawed paws.

Tess was happy enough with the teasing for the moment, but her body reminded her that she needed more. No, she wanted more. It didn't require much struggle from Tess to help herself sliding downwards, with her butt cheeks grinding over the entire length of the thick and smooth rock that resembled a black crystal. Her tail slyly moved to hug her waist as she approached the smaller dragoness; her eyes were enlightened with a fiery desire, burning deeply in her green pupils. Faye couldn't possibly not notice the sparkles of lust, glimmering around the string of black venom, she truly feared that Tess' desire could be burning with yet a stronger intensity than the very pit they were swimming in.

Not a sound went past the chapped lips of Faye when the taller woman leaned over to steal a quick kiss from her, while a pointy claw caressed underneath the jaw line of the green reptile. Faye didn't know where to put her hands. Or maybe, she didn't have the courage to admit what she truly wanted to touch. She did want to jump between the embrace of that silvery gem, and let her stronger body snuggle her scaled curves. She wanted to feel the soft flesh of that woman's tush beneath her digits, although she didn't even know her name yet.

Still, her hands got grabbed by another pair, even before she could rest her body on Tess'. The touch was gentle, but strong, nevertheless. Faye began to feel her blood rushing again through her cheeks, increasing in heat and arousal. Her legs began to tremble under the invisible pressure of attraction that this white body, just in front of her eyes, had placed on her. 'Tell me, missy... Would you like another kiss?'

Faye hadn't the strength necessary to even expose a simple nod to the other's question. Tess pulled her closer, offering her lips to the smaller girl. The sly look planted on her face had to mean something, although Faye couldn't be possibly prepared for what was yet to come. Without being able to reach the fleshy tubes of her desires, the trajectory of her head was changed harshly within the blink of an eye: before she could become aware of her new position, the growing smell of girly musk was filling the air. The fragrance was so much as powerful to cover the evergreen scent of sulphur, which coated with a yellowish gust the surface of the boiling pit.

The green dragoness opened her eyes, blinking twice in acknowledgment of the sight below her innocent crystals; her smaller horns prodding at the lower side of Tess' breasts, causing the bigger dragon to shudder in malicious preparation. Faye was in absence, too focused on the spectacle under her chin to be aware of what Tess has been saying right after having assumed this awkward position.

Something similar to: 'I never said something about kissing my mouth, missy.' Faye could feel the muscles of the silvery woman tense and push her body harder, towards the scorching surface of slippery magma. Both of her stiff nipples felt the increasing heat, devouring her nerves under the coarse, protective scales which coated her body.

She wasn't capable of having a proper thought with the view of Tess' folds dripping their precious honey. Each tear of dewy goodness was caught by the girl's attentive eyes, Her drooling became irresistible, until she eventually gave up any resistance.

The contact of her lips with Tess' flower had been so intense, that the white dragon had to step backwards of a couple of heavy strides, whilst trying to maintain her fragile balance. Faye wasn't certainly in need of any encouragement. Her technique was fairly unrefined, but with time, it'd certainly improve. Tess knew that this wasn't going to be the last time this sweet girl would've buried her face between her thighs. The sole thought made her legs to judder, while her clawed toes curled in luxury.

Faye peered upwards with her gentle eyes, which got collected by the fierce look within the other's pupils. Tess' mouth was being kept open, with her long tongue slithering from side to side, too busy with the task of licking the edges of her hungry lips. The green dragoness was busy herself, however. The smell was almost too strong for her tastes, but the firm hold over her neck was a clear sign from Tess: she wasn't going anywhere.

Though, there was no need for any forceful approach with the small girl. Her tongue moved with shy laps along the edges of Tess' thighs. Her cheeks were being covered with sweat and juicy, dragon nectar. It felt sticky, and the smell was something of familiar for Faye, although her tongue never met the sex of anyone, until that odd encounter. Each stroke of her tongue brought pleasure to Tess, who squeezed mercilessly the head of the other reptile within a grip of squamous iron. The nose of Faye pressed against the belly of the bigger woman, thus forcing her to take quick lungful of air, completely filled with the scent of pussy and sweat. Each second was decorated with a gasp from either the little one or the ferocious giant.

Her tongue began to feel tired, but Tess must've read her mind, because the strong grasp over her horns was removed suddenly. Faye took the chance for pushing herself back, gasping in need of air: her lungs burned with the need of oxygen. Faye's mouth was open, just like the one of Tess. Her eyes flickered up and down, firstly taking a good view of the delicious face of the shimmering woman, deeply buried in pleasure. Then, her sight moved to scan the fruits of her job.

Faye noticed a thin tendril of saliva, connecting the tip of her tongue with the pleasure button of Tess' pussy. The sight filled her mind with lewd desires, realizing the need of tasting again the moist folds of the bigger dragon. Faye craved pleasure, but before being able to reach her own nethers, located under the surface, her head got swiftly pulled once more towards the sex of Tess. Both her horns were grabbed by each respective hand of Tess, who smirked when hearing the smacking noise of Faye's nose clashing against her wet folds. 'My, my. So eager to please good old me, uh? What a slutty girl I've found here... Be sure to not spill anything, darling. I wish to taste my own flavor when I'll kiss you again the next time we meet!'

Her sentence was followed by a loud shriek that echoed throughout the entire magmatic area. Faye's blue pupils watered due to the lack of air and more so from the strong scent of Tess' pussy, so firmly pressed against her helpless mouth. She felt Tess' body to tense and shiver; the strong pulsations of her heart pounded onto the upper row her teeth, which were touching and teasing Tess' engorged clitoris.

Faye never stopped licking, finding herself willing of tasting and satisfy the request of a bigger and stronger woman, whose hands were forcing her head against a moist pussy. The feeling of being overwhelmed and taken with force by this woman made her to feel strangely aroused. Her head felt dizzy as copious spurts of Tess' nectar hit the back of her throat, making her cough in surprise. Her cheeks puffed as time passed, until her horns were released from the relentless grasp of the bigger dragoness.

The small reptile rose her head to meet the eyes of Tess; her face a portrait of pleasure.

One white hand moved to pat Faye. She felt humiliated, fragile, and yet so willing to please. A swirling stickiness filled her mouth, and the sole thought of what filled her mouth made her cheeks to flush harder. The second pat had as result the mouth of Faye to become empty. She gulped down the entire amount of sweet juices with a shiver. 'I'll never get used to the taste...', she murmured to herself.

Tess winked at her lover, before leaning over the dark rocks behind her tail.

'Wew, you're good at this. You're a good girl.'

Faye was exhausted. Her mouth was sore from all the licking, and the ache over her nape wasn't helping either. The bitter taste of what she had just gulped was still haunting her tongue. Snapping her sticky mouth twice, the green lady peered to meet Tess' eyes one last time. The silvery miss was resting with her eyes closed, her chest raising and falling with tranquility. A hidden thought took over the instincts of Faye, as she observed the generous cleavage of the woman she had just pleased.

Without any hesitation, the smaller reptile rushed to jump over Tess body, causing both of their breasts to collide and jiggle. Tess' eyes got open wide, an hint of surprise and fright had replaced the lustful light that few moments ago had just made this white woman to have someone she had just met to please her orally. .

Blue crystals were staring at her, so close that Tess thought she could fall into those pools of pure water and drown for the rest of eternity. Her breath stopped, and everything went black. All the anxiety was nothing, compared to the terror that took possess of her body when her fine ears caught the last whisper of the smaller dragoness, just a moment before a green palm covered her mouth, preventing Tess from screaming for help.

' I am not a good girl.'