Great Blue Lake, Vorland, 1438 ATC
Venser marched inside the cave, letting out a sigh and muttering to himself, mostly about somehow forgetting to visit his dragoness over the summer and not it had turned to fall. To his amazement, the inside is absolutely enormous, and the walls are lined with all sorts of gems. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, even some diamonds that were the size of golf balls. No doubt, Nivarah was a dragon that liked to collect herself some shiny objects.
And that’s when his eyes fell upon her, seated at the opposite side of the cave in a stone throne of sorts, the stone itself was melted into a crude shape and had a short back. She didn’t seem to notice him yet, so he decided to call out to her. “Nivarah?”
She let out a yawn and made eye contact with him. Her eyes are a bright yellow, and her scaley lips curled into a smile. "Master..."
Her scales were a deep red color, her underbelly being just a bit lighter. She had two horns growing out of her head, and hair that looked like a short black mohawk in between them oddly enough. Her tail hung over the side of her throne lazily.
By the time he was right in front of her she stood up at seven feet tall.
"Master..."
Upon closer inspection her body, her scakes had a pleasant smoothness to them and she had just the right amount of muscle to that it gave her an athletic physique, and her sides were feminine, curvaceous in shape that was most pleasing to the eye. And Nivarah had an ample, heart shaped voluptuous rear, most of which was often obscured by her swaying tail. Her strong tail flopped around a bit, smacking against the ground as she regarded him.
“I've been trying to move my collection out... So I could be closer to you and your new home."
“Oh yeah I'd be happy to help you teleport all this..."
“As you know, dragons are very notorious for their want— No. Need of exotic items.” Nivarah got up from her throne and flapped over to him, landing right in front of him, and gesturing back to the melted rock throne. Her yellow eyes were about two feet higher up than his own, and he meet them as she continued speaking. “And what’s more exotic than a human who is not of world? Such an enticing human... Master."
"That's that's alright... You know it."
She advanced towards him a bit, but he didn’t back away this time. He felt her strong, draconian tail running up and down his leg, and all he could do was smile and approach her.
Nivarah giggled, as her tail slowly moved up Venser's leg and towards the front of his baggy burgundy pants. "You've missed me..."
“Yes Master..." He shuddered as she rubbed her the tip of her long tail against the front of his crotch.
“Would you like to take a seat on my throne?” She asked, smiling down at him. Venser shrugged. Why not? He moved past her, he hands reaching out to brush her smooth scales for a moment before hopping up onto the throne, putting a leg up on the arm rest and reclining lazily. Nivarah took a seat next to him and continued with her tail’s ministrations. He closed his eyes and let out a small moan.
She smirked, givinghim a toothy grin. “Nice and slow..."
“Just like I showed you... Real... Massage like.” He shuddered. Ven could feel a bit of tugging down there, and he opened his emerald, serpent like eyes back up to see her tail pulling at the legs of his pants. The powerful dragoness able to pull them off entirely with minimal effort, leaving Ven in his leather thong. She leans toward him, and he licked his lips and felt her hot breath against his own, Nivarah's maw opening.
He locked lips with her, and her long tongue probes around his own. Kissing a dragon is a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. As he deepen the kiss, he could feel her tail wrap around his waist, slithering around his body and feeling him up.
A little clumsily she explores his mouth, letting her forked tongue slide against his teeth until tenderly reuniting. Nivarah slid the tip of her tongue across the back of Ven's muscle and he pushed up against her to intensify the contact. Their tongues become intertwined, the narrow, long nature of the red dragoness's tongue allowing her to tightly coil it around his own.
Suddenly Nivarah pulled her big tongue back, dragging him along to more neutral grounds. Eventually though Nivarah's tongue comes back into contact with his and once again she tightly coils around Venser's tongue before retreating back into her own mouth. She repeated this process a couple of times, each time moving the point where their wet tongues meet a little further towards her side.
Ven moaned into her mouth as she pulled his pants down, retracting her talons and bringing a large hand down, he helped by slipping off his thong and letting his thick length spring free, allowing her to grip his cock and begin tugging on it.
'‘There we go Nivarah..."
The smooth scales of her hand were softer than human skin, and the texture of it made it bump along his cock. He pulled back from the kiss, gasping for breath, and can’t help but peek down at his crotch as she played with his equipment, this was a first from his dragon mate.
Then Venser simply leaned back as she changed up her motions, opting to slither her tail back and forth on him. She sent him a toothy smirk, and lowered herself down towards his cock. She gave the head a tentative lick with her tongue, and his member twitches in response, before going completely down on him, Venser moaning out and his toes curled reflexively.
Her tongue ran circles around the tip, and she began bobbing her head up and down. Every so often, her snout bumped up against her own tail, which was still wrapped around him and the tip of it running up and down the front of his torso. Nivarah looked up at her master with yellow eyes as she sucked him off, and he couldn't help but rest his hand on her head and caress her.
Nivarah gave the handsome bearded man a little nod as he gripped her horn, then resumes her bobbing.
She let out a low growl of pleasure and winked at him, and immediately began taking more of Ven into her mouth. Before long, she was deepthroating him, and his hips begin to thrust towards her mouth of their own volition.
"Good girl..."
A thin line of saliva trails from her mouth to the tip of Venser's thick length, and she licked her lips.
“Female dragons give off an aphrodisiac as they enter their heat cycle... From these." Nivarah informed Venser, sitting up and showing off her perky breasts, erect nipples occasionally coming into contact with his as she leaned in close. Deciding to give them the proper care they longed for, he brought his endeavors down south, his mouth leaving a trail of pecks and kisses in its wake as it neared its target.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, his mouth latched on to her breast, evoking a throaty moan from Nivarah as his free hand kneaded and groped her unattended one in precise, circular motions. As her stifled voice echoed around the chamber, he began to suckle at her nipple, his teeth nibbling it playfully while his tongue poked and prodded at its tip from the inside of his mouth. The night dragoness reduced to shuddering putty by his actions, directed her half sounds towards the cave's ceiling, her unrestrained hand snaking its way unsteadily to the back of Venser's head, her fingers parted through his hair as she helped bob him along on her chest.
Whilst still on the throne the might dragoness clambered onto his lap, causing Ven to moan out and adjust himself from Nivarah's weight. Her tail hung by his side as she straddled him, and he leaned up to lock lips with her again. Nivarah returned his kiss with gusto, and after a few moments, they pulled apart from each other.
Nivarah placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up a bit, aligning herself with Ven's cock. He reached down and grabbed his thick shaft, rubbing the head against her folds a bit, droplets of seed dribbling from it. She closed her yellow eyes and turned to the side as he pulled his hand back, then the dragoness dropped herself down.
Pure pleasure shot through the dragoness and the human.
"Ah master!"
"Oh void there we go... Mhm!"
Nivarah seemed to be lost in her own world of bliss, her large leather wings shuddering on her back as she slowly lifted herself back up. Just like before, she plopped herself back down in his lap. Now deciding that taking it slow wasn’t her style, Nivarah began to pick up a rhythm, rising up and down on Venser's thick member. Her dragogina grasped him as tightly as it could without hurting him, and he fell back into the large throne as she began riding the handsome bearded man with fervor.
At this point, the only sound in the cavern was her large, wide hips colliding with his own. Nivarah looked gorgeous, leaning herself back slightly as she began sending him towards that edge he'd been trying to careen over for far too long. Venser moaned out, wrapping his arms around her back and buried his face in her chest.
After several long minutes Ven was dangerously close to the edge, his heavy balls slapping against the underside of her tail as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm. The handsome bearded man's hips slammed against the seven foot dragoness's for a few more minutes before he finally slammed home one last time. White hot pleasure instantly consumes his entire being, as gob after glob of his hot sticky seed rushed into Nivarah's dragogina.
Released in short volleys, rope after rope of Venser's seed fired deep into Nivarah's burning depths, mixing in with her own cum before seeping out from around where the two were joined. Raising his head a bit, he could see the human-dragon concoction slowly leak from her entrance before spreading over his pelvic area. After Venser's member gave one last twitch, it ended just as soon as it arrived.
“That was intense, Master.” Nivarah breathed out, her long, forked tongue licking his face a bit, before giving Ven a big kiss.
“We will gather what we can and then I'll teleport us home... Where we can do it again, Nivarah..." Venser said, his head resting in her heaving chest. Wrapping his arms right above her tail, the two let out a satisfied sigh and held each other close.