people.”
“Why?”
Well, at least that was something she could work with.
“Unlike dragons, humans are social creatures. We need to spend time with our own kind, even if it’s only for a day or two.”
Anticipating the next “no”, Madja reached out and pressed her index finger to his mouth. After a brief pause, she began to trace the contours of his lips with the tip of her finger.
Sevrrn’s gaze drifted downward to follow her finger as she moved to trace his jawline, and then the curve of his strong neck. She could feel the blood pounding in his veins as her finger reached the triangle of hard flesh exposed at his neckline.
Now that she had his attention, Madja climbed into his lap. She placed her hand on his chest and he allowed her to push him back onto the floor. Intrigued though he was, the dragon’s gaze remained defiant—a silent reminder that at any second, he could be the one on top and in control.
Keep thinking that, bonehead .
Straddling his hips, she stared down at his robe. Aside from Sevrrn himself, the robe was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen. Comprised of thousands of tiny, golden scales, it practically radiated light. The scales themselves seemed to be alive. Warm to the touch, she could feel the raw power coursing through them.
In countless legends, powerful dragons had been conquered by crafty heroes tricking them into taking human form and then destroying their scales. The robe could very well have been Sevrrn’s only weakness, yet he didn’t so much as bat an eye as she ran her hands over it. Was it because he trusted her, or because he believed her too weak to be any real threat? It seemed the more she got to know him, the less she understood.
In their strange relationship, there was only one thing that was completely unambiguous. Sevrrn craved her body, perhaps even more than gold and diamonds.
Pulling at the sash of his robe, she exposed his long, muscular torso. She kept her eyes locked with his as she bent down low, flicking her tongue over both of his flat nipples. Slowly, she drew her tongue down the hard rows of muscles, until she finally reached her destination.
A curiosity, the likes of which she’d never seen before, blazed in the dragon’s eyes as she took his thick manhood into one hand. Every time she held him, she was amazed, both by his considerable size and the fact that he’d ever managed to fit inside of her in the first place.
Lowering her mouth, she placed a gentle kiss on the crown of his penis. She had to hold back a cry of triumph as his perfect mouth fell open. Seizing the momentum, she ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. His hands fisted, gripping at the ground for purchase.
Pulling back, she gave him a saccharine smile. He responded with an inhuman growl.
“Do not stop that,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“I won’t…but you’ll have to do something for me.”
----
T here was a word for what Madja had done to him, but Sevrrn couldn’t recall it.
Deceived?
No, that suggested that Madja had lied.
Tricked?
That word suggested that she had, in some way, cheated or swindled him. Closer—but still not accurate.
Manipulated…
Now that was a word with promise. Madja had taken advantage of his inability to think clearly while his cock was buried in her mouth.
It was becoming clear to Sevrrn that his human wielded a strange power over him. She was far more dangerous than he had initially surmised her to be, though he did not find this unsettling or even distasteful. It was…
Fun .
Usually.
In the past, when she had tried manipulating him, Sevrrn had always been too clever for her. This time, she had bested him. He would not fall for this again, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before she figured out another way to circumvent his superior intellect. That was…
Exciting .
As he lay back on the silks, feigning interest in whatever it was that Madja was appraising, Sevrrn contemplated all of
“Why?”
Well, at least that was something she could work with.
“Unlike dragons, humans are social creatures. We need to spend time with our own kind, even if it’s only for a day or two.”
Anticipating the next “no”, Madja reached out and pressed her index finger to his mouth. After a brief pause, she began to trace the contours of his lips with the tip of her finger.
Sevrrn’s gaze drifted downward to follow her finger as she moved to trace his jawline, and then the curve of his strong neck. She could feel the blood pounding in his veins as her finger reached the triangle of hard flesh exposed at his neckline.
Now that she had his attention, Madja climbed into his lap. She placed her hand on his chest and he allowed her to push him back onto the floor. Intrigued though he was, the dragon’s gaze remained defiant—a silent reminder that at any second, he could be the one on top and in control.
Keep thinking that, bonehead .
Straddling his hips, she stared down at his robe. Aside from Sevrrn himself, the robe was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen. Comprised of thousands of tiny, golden scales, it practically radiated light. The scales themselves seemed to be alive. Warm to the touch, she could feel the raw power coursing through them.
In countless legends, powerful dragons had been conquered by crafty heroes tricking them into taking human form and then destroying their scales. The robe could very well have been Sevrrn’s only weakness, yet he didn’t so much as bat an eye as she ran her hands over it. Was it because he trusted her, or because he believed her too weak to be any real threat? It seemed the more she got to know him, the less she understood.
In their strange relationship, there was only one thing that was completely unambiguous. Sevrrn craved her body, perhaps even more than gold and diamonds.
Pulling at the sash of his robe, she exposed his long, muscular torso. She kept her eyes locked with his as she bent down low, flicking her tongue over both of his flat nipples. Slowly, she drew her tongue down the hard rows of muscles, until she finally reached her destination.
A curiosity, the likes of which she’d never seen before, blazed in the dragon’s eyes as she took his thick manhood into one hand. Every time she held him, she was amazed, both by his considerable size and the fact that he’d ever managed to fit inside of her in the first place.
Lowering her mouth, she placed a gentle kiss on the crown of his penis. She had to hold back a cry of triumph as his perfect mouth fell open. Seizing the momentum, she ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. His hands fisted, gripping at the ground for purchase.
Pulling back, she gave him a saccharine smile. He responded with an inhuman growl.
“Do not stop that,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“I won’t…but you’ll have to do something for me.”
----
T here was a word for what Madja had done to him, but Sevrrn couldn’t recall it.
Deceived?
No, that suggested that Madja had lied.
Tricked?
That word suggested that she had, in some way, cheated or swindled him. Closer—but still not accurate.
Manipulated…
Now that was a word with promise. Madja had taken advantage of his inability to think clearly while his cock was buried in her mouth.
It was becoming clear to Sevrrn that his human wielded a strange power over him. She was far more dangerous than he had initially surmised her to be, though he did not find this unsettling or even distasteful. It was…
Fun .
Usually.
In the past, when she had tried manipulating him, Sevrrn had always been too clever for her. This time, she had bested him. He would not fall for this again, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before she figured out another way to circumvent his superior intellect. That was…
Exciting .
As he lay back on the silks, feigning interest in whatever it was that Madja was appraising, Sevrrn contemplated all of
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