It had taken all day to lay waste to the rebel legions, thousands of former farmers given arms and training that was sufficient to lead them to victory in battle after battle against the professional soldiers of the Royal Army. They had not had a chance against Dragon Riders, but they had fought bravely until the bitter end regardless. Such struggles always left Swyena tired, not least from how her heart had beat rapidly in terrified exhilaration during every moment of combat, despite how safe she had been from swords and lances, high upon Dumin's back. The dragon was the only real fighter of the pair, unlike some brides who prided themselves on being as dangerous on the ground as their mounts were in the air. Having to associate with her fellowship had also been tiring - there had been endless questions in every spare moment about where she had been before the call, why she had not been seen practically once since her apprenticeship had cumshot ended. Hearing them drill her on every detail, one would have thought they were a group of fretting aunts in some village, as opposed to a circle of equals flying miles above a battle. Able to slip away when it was clear the battle was concluding, Swyena had directed Dumin to fly low, then slumped against his warm, sleek neck, and the sound of his wings and heart both beating had quickly lulled her to sleep Where they were now in relation to where she had been, she did not know. She had the training and equipment to find out, and even better, there was a talisman in her saddle bags that would simply tell her what distance and angle she was from Sunspawn, the home of the Dragonbrides and the largest dragon nest in the world. She did not bother with either. Alone with Dumin was how she liked to be. Scanning the terrain below, Swyena took in the lay of the land. Glaciers had carved rolling hills thick into the land, and there was not a clearing of decent size to be seen. This did not trouble her much - Dragons could fly for days without landing, and Dragonbrides were given training to let them stay blowjob in the saddle for just as long. Despite spending two days and nights upon Dumin, she did not ache, her strong legs strapped against the drake's shoulders and saddlebags full of provisions resting behind her on his sturdy spine. Idly scratching at Dumin's small scales, she took the time to eat and wash, a skin of soaped water and a cloth coming out of her bags to clean with. Going to sleep after battle meant she was still in her battle garb, a vest and chaps of thick polished leather strapped over her regular clothes, with an oval of layered steel over her chest. All they did was protect the parts of her not protected by Dumin's body, save her arms and face, from arrows and shrapnel. She took them off first, the panels of leather and steel folding up compact to fit inside her bags. Next she removed her tight linen shirt, and finally she undid the buttons down the sides of her legs that allowed her to strip off her pants without removing herself from the saddle. Nude now, with the warming air of doggystyle the new day streaming through her short brown hair and across her evenly tanned skin, she began to rub herself with the cloth after damping it with the skin of soapy water. It was cold from the night, and as she slid the rough fabric across her breasts, her pale nipples grew erect. She sighed softly, trying not to let her thoughts stray as she finished washing. Her saddle was blonde waterproof, for riding through the rain and for washing as she was now, but Dumin was sensitive to her Fingering scent, and might try to land if she grew too excited. It was a secret among the Dragonbrides that their name was more than a boastful title, as most outside the order assumed. The process of their recruitment was highly selective, and no girl that would spill the secrets of their position was ever chosen to become one of the few hundred in the world that could ride upon a dragon's back. Few people in the world knew almost anything about dragons, truth be told. Only that they were unbeatable in battle by mortal men, as unbeatable as an hawk was to a mouse. They were the only natural predator of humans that anyone knew of, and their territory had been pushed back slowly as mankind's had spread, killed one by one by chance or hundreds at a time by nest raids. The last and largest nest, Sunspawn, had only survived because of a group of women who had discovered the secret of taming dragons. They directed the dragons in counterattacks against any foe that meant to kill them or their mounts, fiercely protective of the power their secret granted, power that depended on the species of dragons surviving. Perhaps unannounced so that Bernie couldn’t refuse it. I smile and chuckle. "Well" Tom started and took a deep breath "First of all, happy birthday." I stand up from my chair, and immediately fall over to my side. The blonde Dr. leaned down and whispered in my ear "You are magnificent my dear. The rest of blowjob the boys watched what was essentially David raping Tiffany, with mixed excitement and disagreement. He thrust all the way in and then nearly all the way out, just so his head was still within her, before brutally shoving himself all the way cumshot back inside again. Still, as if reading my mind she moved toward doggystyle me once again, raising her eyebrows. Finally Kelly got angry and after her boyfriend left called me on it. He grunted hard then I felt his warm spunk fill my asshole, quickly rinsing out FJ’s with his. It was tentative, her eyes darting to my limbs, looking to see if I was going to strike at her. Her ass was now bouncing on the bed, and it was taking all of the strength in my arms to keep her from moving around so vigorously. Can I help with the dishes, Julie?” Fingering They had a rule, whoever cooks doesn’t have to clean. Then the pressure released as she was swept into the throws of the Paradiso. Soon his cock was completely erect . . . You can switch it on again now”.