The tight heat of her was enough to trigger its instincts beyond recall, and it let out a sound of pleasure as it plunged inside her, the noise twining with her own moan as the drake took her maidenhead. The pain was so sweet, the feeling of the dragon's cock so intense, that it soon seemed to her that the world had gone away except for her and her mate. Heedless of what the watching Dragonbrides would think, she had caressed every inch of that perfect, predatory body, even going so far as to kiss his muzzle before her lips broke away in a cry of orgasm. She could not lift her legs to twine them around her lover, but her toes curled and her thighs trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, shocks of pleasure coursing up her spine as the thrusting shaft inside her set off a surge of ecstasy like she had interracial never felt before. The final perfection of that day was that the drake, eyes still locked upon her own, finished with her. With a roar, he had dug his claws into the ground above her shoulders, neck twined against her body, scales rubbing against her breasts. The flare at the tip of his cock swelled, and she felt more sweet pain as it stretched her just below her womb, locking itself deep inside her. The heat of the cum he filled her with was beyond anything she knew a man's could be, almost burning her inside, like hot wax filling her up. It was the most wonderful feeling, even better than her own orgasm, to know that she had made him cum. She almost cried with happiness, stroking her lover's neck over and over while the dragon cumshot panted in her ear, the dragon that was now hers for the rest of her life. It was everything she'd ever wanted, and that getting it had felt so good had only made it seem so much more right. Kissing Dumin one last time as he had pulled out of her, she had laid there, basking in the sun and her afterglow while the dragon puzzled how to pick up a creature as large as he was, snapping at other drakes who wanted to mate with the magnificently large female they smelled. The hot cum leaked out of her, dribbling over her asshole and onto the ground, making her tremble and feel faint regret that she couldn't really carry the dragon's eggs. She loved him enough even then that she would have done it, even black knowing what it meant. It had taken an effort of will to press the spot in the center of the talisman that disabled the size-changing effect, slowly reducing her to original size until she laid upon the smooth clean stone, the furrows dug blowjob by her massive fingers as she had clutched at the ground in her pleasure scoring the ground to either side of her. After fending off one last male, the dragon had turned to anal her, and with the problem of her size solved, it wasted no time on wondering how or why she had shrunk before bending down to allow her to scrabble onto his back. The cum had not shrunk with her, and hot gouts of it leaked down into her legs as she shakily stood up to climb on, her belly protruding a little from how much filled her. She liked the feeling, even though it hurt a little to be stretched full. Climbing up, working the muscles of her belly as she scrabbled onto his back, she thought she even liked how it hurt a little, as long as she knew it hurt because she had made her dragon feel good. Seating herself against the drake's spine that first time, in the spot at the base of his neck where an impregnated female dragon would cling, she had contented herself that the rest of his cum would stay inside her as they rode away for their first flight. He would want to feed her, and she would have to eat, but after that she would return to saddle and bags packed, waiting for her to strap them on while her dragon fed. There was no waiting with a dragon - when she returned, she would have as long as it took him to finish eating to saddle him and dress, then they would be off to fly and wander the world until a call came. As the drake beat his wings for his first flight with his bride, Swyena had laid herself against his neck, protected from the wind by the arch of his spine. Stroking his scales with her hands and holding on tight, she had closed her eyes, focusing only on the feel of her dragon, the sensation of his cum inside her and the sweet ache of their mating that remained. "Your name is Dumin," she crooned lovingly, listening to his wings beat, watching the ground fall away. "And you are mine." Smiling with fond remembrance of that first flight, Swyena looked around again, almost dry after the bath, the sun now well above the horizon and the ground below them considerably less hilly. Despite her attempts to control her thoughts, a slight stickiness between her pussy and the saddle was obvious, and she had done enough inadvertent training that Dumin was already angling towards the ground. The place he was aiming for seemed mostly clear, though a little rough for Swyena's tastes. Still, she couldn't help but shiver a little in anticipation, already reaching back for the talisman that would allow her to change her size. She had requested it from the Dragonbrides after her first flight, and they had one on hand for her to take, though it had not been included among her provisions without her asking. Some had seemed embarrassed for her, and others had grinned wryly, but none of them criticized her. I fell in love with myself every time I looked in a mirror. Brooke White had spent the last five days laying on a cumshot gurney locked in the crammed fridge of Slater Funeral Home & Mortuary. "Listen, we've been thinking. I tried to get out blowjob from under the covers and escape my bed, but before I could reach the floor, my movements woke Sonja. She was a grandmaster of cocksucking and I was the lucky recipient of her talent and skill. *footsteps* Jenny is walking up … “Steve?” … the stairs. “While we probably be too busy getting anal fucked at the wedding to do this then. You look like a secretary or something. My illusion shook the amulet. For one night.” Truth be known, It was OK but all in all, it was a pretty unsatisfactory experience. He could have free take Emily's movements and he could barely get the ball from her hands. Several times, guests came wandering out into the back yard interracial to talk, or to seek some privacy among the trees. “Making this fantasy I had, a reality. I smiled, watching as Mrs. Alberts rose, her face smeared black in her daughter's juices.