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Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

So you've read that much? Well that ruins some of the surprise. Teiruun quipped sarcastically. If all she thought it was going to be was just rough sex with a large cock, then she'd be soorly mistaken. But there was moew to it that he kept quiet about. He wanted to tear apart her attitude if he could, and hopefully the realization of what happens when something as ancient as his kind decides to take another. She would not be getting off nearly as easily as what she described. The panties were not all that surprising now that the dragon had spoken with her a bit. While he was just a tad expectant of something more revealing, this wasn't going to be a problem. Whatever you hear I'm not trying to trip you up into giving out a secret. Just explaining things. I'll stop then and just do whatever I want if that would be better? He asked with a huff and and then a sigh. Well why not anyways? She was technically his now. Hooking a finger into the edge of the boy shorts near her thigh, he pulled at it to reveal more of her unnaturally pale skin, as his unnaturally hot breath washed over between her legs. He could feel the fabric tighten and resist as he pulled more, until the slit was revealed. The scent of her arousal wafted into his nose which constricted because of it and his eyes narrowed like a cats. Carefully he slid his forked tongue along it, both prongs separately touching her clit in an attempt to make things go smoother. His tongue, thicker seemed to grow slightly thicker as Teiruun eased some of his transformation away, more scales appearing around his eyes and along his back where she couldn't see. Not wanting to wait any linger he pushed his tongue deep inside, twisting it along as the taste of her flesh cascaded upon the warm appendage. Just the taste of her flesh was enough to put him in a state of mind desiring more, flicking the forks against different nerves inside. But he also tasted her mana, drew on it and mingled his with it. The taste of that energy and how it matched his could drive him into a frenzy, his breath growing hotter even as a sign of this.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

You say that as if I could stop you, Aisling replied, again keeping her voice level, though she felt a little thrum of excitement inside. This whole experience really did feel like something out of one of those erotic novels she most definitely did not read. Just heard about. Repeatedly. On the Internet. She most definitely had not read detailed accounts of dragon-sex repeatedly. Oh no, of course not. Not to the point where she could almost predict feeling the hot breath puffing against her sex moments before it happened. Her thighs quivered at his touch, hands clenching and releasing for a few moments. Your reaction, she noted, it's very reptilian. A reptilian tongue slithered out to tease her sex, and Aisling tensed at the little burst of pleasure. She forced her thighs to remain apart, however. Sharp eyes took in the slithering tongue, moving more and more toward her. Without waiting for more encouragement, Aisling reached down with her hands. She placed them on either side of her thighs, pushing the pale flesh a little further apart. The snug sex would show a delicate shade of pink, practically the only mark of color in the area elves being naturally hairless from the neck down. She kept it even as she felt him slithering inward. A virginal tight sex gripped along him, massaging, teasing and testing the incoming intruder. The light taste of elfish fluid, something almost floral in flavor, greeted the tongue as Aisling's arousal announced itself quite clearly. She could feel it spiking, and was glad that she'd have the tongue as an excuse, though she wasn't sure if there was that much point in hiding her... dragon fetish, as it were. I've a large supply of internal mana, she stated flatly, as if continuing business negotiations, and I replenish quite quickly, assuming you don't abuse me and I've access to the natural flows. I only ask that if you're going to get hotter, you let me know elves burn notoriously easy, and I'd like to have some protection, since we do not have the official maiden ritual completed, which, from what Aisling had heard, gave the maiden some protection as well, assuming it was done right. Unsurprisingly, this part was a little unclear why else was she so eager for study? The knowledge of dragon's tongues however... that was rather well known.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

Teiruun sorely missed his ability to reply back as his tongue was rather preoccupied by swirling around inside of her sex. Of course he had reptilian responses. What did she think a dragon was? A large cat maybe? No, the proud creature could only roll his eyes as the slightly floral taste of her juices became more and more prevelant upon his tongue. The pink flower was pulled wider as his tongue dug deeper and his breath grew warm. It was tight, even upon his pregendile tongue. As she started talking about her mana and burning. Teiruun drew upon it more, inhaling some of her energy and then sliding his tongue out with a wet flick upon her clit to tease. No hotter then, not until we complete that yes. He agreed, but already aroused as he was, and how she was by the smell, it might be bad to leave things like this. Reaching behind the elven woman's back he slid his hand into her panties. A soft tug as he slid the fabric down, the boy shorts crumpling against the seat, and then he drew both the undergarment and his hands under her ass. He would keep tugging at it until it hand been pulled down beyond her knees. Now do me a favor, and keep your comments to yourself unless something's going wrong. Or very right. He speaks before teasing the pinkness wider and pushing his mouth up against it. His tongue would fill in deeper, able to tell that she had grown out of her hymen but that wasn't going to be a problem. His thick forked tip touched as deep as it could reach, trying to srimulate all that he could.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

The tongue exploring her body felt so good. Felt like something out of a dream, slipping into her wet. Aisling could feel her body immediately responding. Heat rose, her lower half feeling almost if it were melting into him. More and more moisture, more and more arousal, more and more of her raw desire seeped from between her legs. She felt her walls quivering, pulling, teasing against him, beckoning him inward. A flick, a shot of pleasure, something with the clitoris, she knew it, almost said it, but stopped, mostly because she let out another noise of pleasure. Hips rose, rolled, helping him remove the panties. He'd find her sex bare, already flush, waiting for him. You don't find my speech arousing, she said flatly, nodding. Understood, she understood fully. Her elfish body, with its lithe frame, too pale skin, brilliant red hair, that appealed. The waifish look, her tight sex, the firm breasts, all these spoke to someone who was not only attractive, but sexually desirable. Her mind, that sharpness that understood and processed, that never ceased? Wholly unattractive. It hardly surprised Aisling to hear it now... even if she'd been hoping before. She did quiver as his tongue slid inside. Her thighs trembled together slightly, not quite stopping him, more moving by instinct, wanting to draw forward, to almost protectively curl about their own. Or maybe to selfishly draw him forward. hands lowered for an instant, before Aisling thought better. Instead she gripped the seat, bracing. She could feel him delving deep, and it made her let out a breathy shudder. But if he were expecting a chorus of noises, for the elfish virgin to bask in pleasure and sing his praises, he'd be disappointed. However, if he noted her flush, noted how her sex wept for him, how her nipples perked, smelled the raw desire, could see the flash in those analytical eyes, he'd know all to well that, yes, she desired him, or at least appreciated the efforts he worked upon her body now.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

He looked up from her legs as she said she understood. Her voice was flat but he doubted that the words were true to what was felt. No, I find your wit attractive, but I also find statements that I already know to be pointless and distracting. He spoke, before his tongue began working again. His upper lip touched her clit as he wound and filled the ever wetter hole that was her waiting sex. The fluids that she created were sweet and floral, and flowing often enough the if Teiruun wanted he could suck roughly and drink some of it. Which he did. Soon his tongue had explored most of the tight cavern, as it pulled against his appendage, he decided to poke the very back, the forks touching her cervix with ease, sliding against and pushing into it. He looked up, seeing her flushed face and the small dots that were her nipples perking up. Though she was his legally bound sex slave, there was a feeling that swelled as he could get such reactions from her pale body. In respose his warm breath exhaled into her, and he could almost image the prickling feeling she might have. Using his tongue as if it was his cock, though softer and thinner than the actual thing, he pushed and prodded any spot that would give a shudder, trying to pry a reaction. He wanted her to orgasm with his tongue, and he moved with this regard.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

Stop trying to mollify me you already have my word, insisted Aisling, though a little bit of actual emotion had started to leak in. Hearing that said from an admittedly attractive dragon, who just happened to have his tongue exploring Aisling in ways she hadn't thought quite possible, while knowing full well that she was all but guaranteed to finally get that dragon sex, had been switching several buttons for her. But part of her just refused to believe it, particularly after the way he'd said it. She could feel him teasing, prodding against her clitoris again. The pressure added more pleasure, spiking sharp and almost painful against her lower half. More and more of her juices began to run, drizzling down her thighs. The wet slurping actually made her flush, the pink showing all too well on the pink. Why are you even doing this? she insisted, her breath catching for a moment. You already know I'm virginal by--by now, and you certainly--certainly know that I'm---willing-- she found herself squirming now. Aisling paused, bit a lip, forced herself to remain still. Of course, it was at that time the tongue delved deep. A low noise actually burst from Aisling, her hips thrusting up toward him. The angle let him dive so deep. Gods, it felt like his tongue nearly filled all of her. How much better is his cock going to be? Walls clamped. Her insides seemed to almost dance, as if recognizing a portion of her dream. Interior rippled and her flesh contorted. He was learning, mapping her insides. The tongue pressed and Aisling could feel him just tapping against her g-spot, probably seeking that out too. Stop! she insisted, tapping him, like she had control. This is pointless! You're just---just going to make me orgasm and---and I don't understand why , not that understanding was stopping her from orgasming. It was causing her body to curl inward, muscles and mind fighting against the mounting pressure. She didn't want to be eaten out of pity or from some weird desire. Why give her pleasure? It made absolutely no sense to the elf, and she simply had to know his reasoning before she could even think of letting go...
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

More of her started leaking, too much for him to be able to contain within his mouth even as he tried, and most leaked down her thighs and onto the chair. Her question of why was asked by his own head. Why was he doing this when he could just be forcing himself upon her even in the cramped quarters of the cabin. He might fit, if he broke the window and stuck some of his dragon body out of that. But what reason did he have besides just wanting to make her orgasm for his actions? As he searched his head for an answer her noise rumbled and her walls tightened even more around his tongue. He poked around more, and found that one spot he was searching for. Aisling's tapping did nothing to slow him as he twisted both forks around her g-spot. To stop and answer her now would only put all this work on the back burner, having to let her cool down just to need to put more effort to bring her to this point again was meaningless. So he stayed silent, his hands exploring her quivering thighs until he reached around to the small of her back and pulled so that she was even tighter against his face. Teiruun continued to fill her, to lap at the juices that poured and drink deep from them. To poke at her cervix and the bundles of nerves that would bring her over the edge. Only after she orgasmed would he stop, pulling his head back and panting. Do I really have to have a reason? Teiruun asked, his eyes still hungry slits. He lifted himself up with his grip upon her pale bare thighs to steady himself, as he rose up to her level and then just a bit higher so he could look down at the woman. The dragon kept their faces an inch apart. You're a very sexy woman Aisling, and even the way you coldly treated things with realism so far has been entertaining. Your taste is a delicacy as well and I was merely indulging myself, and making you react was a treat of itself. He ran fingers through her hair, the nails having shifted to claws as he lost himself, the sharp points trailing the back of her head. Don't think you are going to be the only one feeling good on this train, I can't take your virginity with my cock until we get the ritual set up, but you have two more holes we can use.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

The lack of speech drew more resistance from the elf. Abdomen muscles quivered. Thighs trembled. Interior muscles clamped and tried to resist, alternating between expelling and milking. All the while, Aisling could feel her loins ablaze. How long had she daydreamed of something like this? Since an overly bookish, reserved elfish girl had taken up a story far too adult for herself, pouring over words, remembering the promises. Her first orgasm had cum then, hand in a pair of simple girlish panties. And yet she never could've anticipated this. who could? Even with the reading, it paled so mightily in comparison. her lower half felt alive with sensation and feeling. Each flick and press of that tongue built more and more. its continual working upon her most sensitive interior. Its continual massaging of her womb itself, as if to promise marking its territory. There was a hunger there that not only Aisling's body reacted to. Yet she bit back the orgasm. Forced it down. She didn't want, wouldn't have, his pity. Had she thought ahead, she'd have a spell dribbling at her lips. But instead she kept squirming and writhing and undulating, feeling the pressure building more and more. Finally, a low, guttural noise wretched out from her body. It rumbled as if shoved from the depths of her sex. Muscles tensed as the noise took forth. They squeezed and a sharp, quick shower of juices rewarded the dragon. He'd find himself bathed in her arousal for a burst, then another, while her body tensed, everything electric, pleasurable and painful, in that heartbeat. It twisted and tensed her, until she found herself panting and laying there, thighs parted. The question fell while she was still recuperating , still panting, head spinning. She looked, her green eyes meeting his, a flash of anger behind her expression. A delicacy? Making her react. I am yours for the having, she pointed out, drawing another quivering breath. And yes I want a reason, she shifted. My body's yours, but I don't appreciate your pity, she almost spat the word, before bringing a hand up, brushing back her hair. If you truly desire to... eat me in such a way, then fine. As for my other holes, they're yours as well, her eyes flashed, but I'll not having you taking some foolish pity on me, thinking I need to feel your tongue. I knew what I was getting into I'm a virgin, not an imbecile. And she'd had enough of men feeling sorry for her just because she didn't feel like spreading her legs for everyone. He may notice, however, that her legs quivered, and that a foot may have drifted upward, as if seeking out his member for... examination purposes.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

It seemed as though the elf did not want to let her body control her actions, squirming and undulating under the movements of his tongue. He wanted to stop and ask qhy she resisted so, but instead just tried harder, pushing his wet appendage more fiercely. And he was soon rewarded. It had been hard but he had forced out that pleasured noise, and his tongue was caught within her folds as a sharp spray of her juices filled his mouth and leaked along his chin. It happened once more as she tightened around him, before he could feel her panting and laying back. Wiping his face with his shirt before he had risen to speak, Teiruun was more surprised that he had been met with anger. Had his actions really come off as pity? It had not been what he had intended. However, he would not get into an argument when he didn't really understand why she was so angry. But that didn't mean he was done with her. Fuck it. Fine. Rather than doing what I want to make you feel good, I'll just start treating you as my toy. He said, his claws lightly scratching at her face before hooking into her collar. Cormac would pull on it until she rose and then twist to push her onto the bed. So you know what? Put yourself on display and wait. He ordered as he started to remove his leather belt with a jingling of of the metal clasp. Lowering his pants and boxers both his cock was standing to be seen, larger than almlst any human could ever be, millimetres under twelve inches. It was thick but every couple inches for the first half was ribbed, breaking it up into parts, it growing thicker the closer it got to the base. And so Cormac stood for a moment, in clear sight, before sitting in the chair Aisling had just orgasmed on. He did nothing too her, merely sat and watched, patient, wondering what she would say as time passed.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

just to let you know, your char's name switched a few times in there Anger. There was something much more in line with what Aisling had expected. She met his anger directly, staring into his face. She'd much rather he simply treat her as a thing than pity her she hadn't asked for nor wanted that. He barely had to hook her collar before she rose, almost as if in anticipation of his movements. The twist put her onto the bed, and she sat, still facing him. On display? What precisely did that mean? Aisling looked down at her body. Her pants remained near her ankles, her panties shoved to show her still glistening slit. Perhaps he meant that? sit there and let her sex show? Maybe move? She tried to remember what she'd read in the past. Books often equated display with lewd positioning. so while Teiruun worked himself, Aisling awkwardly shifted. Eventually she spread her legs, kept them as wide as she could with the fabric still catching. The air of the train car kissed her sex, making her thighs tremble. The trembling grew worse as she saw what lay between his legs. Her eyes fell upon it, seeing it throbbing there. Was that his full length? Probably not. he'd need arousal for that, and Aisling wasn't certain she'd managed that. She let her eyes flick up from his admittedly appealing cock to look him in the eye. Her gaze did flick, noting the ribs. That shall feel quite good, as it'll massage and ripple around my sex. Her thighs trembled slightly, and she met his gaze again. They sat in silence for several beats. Aisling kept her gaze upon him, waiting patiently. It felt odd, sitting there with her legs spread. It's a show of dominance. Stop staring at his eyes her gaze lowered, and she found herself looking at his member again. That was meek, correct? she wasn't sure, but she'd apparently angered him with her earlier comments. An angry dragon could prove rather... problematic. Best to keep herself still she was his to do with as he would, after all.
Thread: A Contract Between a Dragon and an Elf {darkest_fate&Crashingthrough}

Thanks, i was getting my names crossed between games, sorry Teiruun waited patiently, admiring the soft light catching and making her sex shine with the fluids. She seemed to hesitate, as if his command was unclear. Well, maybe it was. Displaying was more of a beast trait than it was one for the more humanoid races, but the dragon barely understood that. His knowledge of those lines wers muddled at times. He sat still, impervious to the cold as the heat of the fire in his chest warmed his blood, something that was tiring in the winter months, and often required stockpiles of game to sustain. He watched her eyes mostly, where she was looking and the expressions the elf maiden made. When she looked down and away, the beast part of him soared in pride, and the other part demanded he explain himself. But the beast won out as Teiruun stood and moved back over to the bed after almost a dozen minutes of watching. Settling himself in between her legs, he removed her pants completely, but let her boy shorts hang around the ankles instead. The dragon would lean over, pull on her shirt to bring the woman's face closer, and proceed to wrap his long tongue around hers. Kissing her, his hips would start moving, grinding the bottom of his ribbed cock against her slit, the fluids acting as a lubricant, but each bump pushing against it and against her clitoris. He would do this until he needed to breath, raising himself back to place his hands upon her thighs. Teiruun's shaft had grown a few more inches as it was now fully erect for his human form, and another couple millimeters thicker. Throat or ass, I'd imagine neither are going to be used to something like a dragon, so you get your pick what will be trained first Aisling. He said as his clawed fingers started to slide underneath her top, reaching for her breast to grope despite whatever she wore over them.