Assert your dominance

Your slitted, forest green eyes meet with her icy blues, the next few minutes taken up by a silent staring contest. "Huh?" She mumbled out unintelligibly, words muffled by your continued 'kiss'. After her knee-jerk reactions, it's clear she's trying to fully comprehend what was happening to her. If only she realized that flapping her lips would get her nowhere: each time she attempted to speak, your 'lips' would just press down harder, savoring the unique flavor. Much different then the gamy meat of the peaceful mobs that occasionally spawned in this region, this was much more tender. It almost demands to my fully enjoyed, tongue wandering out of her mouth and ghosting over her exposed neck, closer and closer to her exposed cleavage.

"Slash Kick his Sack!" she shouts just after catching her breath, in that same haughty, no-nonsense tone as earlier. A low, raspy chuckle fills the Healer slut's ears as she waits for her own reaction, the feeling fine-grained sandpaper moving across her nape. "Slash Kick his Balls! Slash Kick his Nads!" her pseudo-commands continue on in vain, growing quicker and more **** as the you finally reach your destination.

Her constant attempts at dishonorable (and rightfully banned) tactics were interrupted by a soft, reflexive moan as your stimulating tongue traces up the curve of her breasts; the loose robe and impressive symbols of her 'nurturing nature' (As though most female characters needed another excuse to pad out their assets) combining to leave little to the imagination. The sight and feelings combined to create a stirring sensation in your groin, the pressure that'd been building there releasing as your member finally escapes from it's sheath. Small ridges and barbs crown the newly-revealed sections, hanging low enough that the hot tip brushed against her leg. "What the, get off me you creep!" She protested, voice strong even as her form shuddered helplessly.

Eager to satisfy your new urges, your claws try to tear apart fragile cloth of her robes. Despite great care, however, the rips never appear in the spots you want them to... and the damage of even these pulled punches was probably eating away at her already low health fast. While watching her wreath and yelp in pain was certainly satisfying, it wasn't the sort of satisfaction you demanded... and a few cuts along the back and belly were hardly going to get you access to the best bits.
When not in pain or groaning from your continued oral services, the Healer was throwing out an endless stream of expletives... that angered tone digging deeper and deeper into your skin.

Swearing was usually the first response of any adventurer to even the slightest annoyance, and nothing could be more of a boner-killer then having to listen to all her bitching. It was taking every point of your willpower not to just deliver that last bite and send her back town... maybe even get a level-up or a nice bit of loot in the bargain. If only there was some way to get her to shut up.
It's only then that the idea clicks in the back of your brain, your fangs forming into a threatening grin as you take a few steps forward. Any thoughts of scrambling away are quickly squelched as you pin her beneath the cord-like muscles of your back legs, craning your neck so you could watch her frustrated expression warp into a strange mix of horror and excitement as you dangle your impressive member barely an inch above her lips, tail curling around to caress the exposed portions of her leg.

"Aaalright... this isn't funny anymore..." she stutters, breathing growing slightly ragged as she takes in the new view. "Alright, you big bat. I lost. Is that what you wanted to hear?" She is met only with silence as you continue to lower yourself, making it harder and harder to talk without touching your cock in the process. "Did your tamer set you here to... gumph". She is stopped mid-sentence as her tongue is pressed into the bottom of her mouth, pushed aside by the quick invasion of your manhood. That'll teach her for thinking you're some kind Hunter's pet!

The thrusting starts of slowly, forcing the girls' mouth to accommodate a girth it just wasn't built for. The pleasure brought by the tight, warm wetness you're plunging through is matched only by the relief of having finally put a stop to that complaining. Since you're putting your weight down on her, the game continues to treat your interactions as though it were any ordinary grapple; each of her pathetic resistance attempts just trapping her deeper and deeper in your power. All she can do is look up at you, eyes pleading for mercy... only to be meet with the feral glare of the REAL apex predator of the area.

For far too long, these fragile sacks of meat had pushed you around. Sure, everybody treated them like they were stronger, but take away their armor and gear and underneath they were proven harmless and easily killed. Her soft cheeks were being pummeled beneath the **** of your pelvis, scales and dragon-bone supporting a muscle density that would make a Barbarian blush. Your mighty tail squeezed hard on her legs, the tip giving a few solid wacks to her behind and coaxing pleasured shudders from her in the process. Your growls and roars echoed through the trees, confidence swelling as your dagger-like digits traced her curves, marking every inch of her equipment with a sign of your presence. And this was all met without complain or struggle... the heroine having resigned herself to her fate, your confidence swelling even more then the growth against the walls of her throat.

The only noises from your plaything were those of enjoyment, interrupted by the occasional deep snort for air during those few moments an opening was formed by the massive bulge churning up and down her throat. Mostly for your own enjoyment, you kneed her breast underneath the ball of one of your feet, even through her cloths the nipples perking up to meet you. For all the earlier resistance, her body certainly seems to be enjoying itself; almost as much as yours is.