Eagerly

You lay on the floor, still slick with sweat and moisture, your fingers resting right outside your slit.

A tempest of feelings storm throughout your body as you pant—pleasure, exhaustion, a little guilt. "Ex-excellent work, my pet," Kalindor said, still cooling off from the experience. You looked at his face, his mouth open and eyes addled, a pleased and **** look that was clearly new to him.

You smiled at your handiwork and you tapped your fingers on your slit. Like thrumming strings, chords of pleasure emanated from your body in tandem. You suddenly found yourself reinvigorated, a sluttish squeal emerging unbounded from your lips.

You bounced up, fingers still between your legs, and moved toward him. Your tail shot as far up as it could go, and the feeling of it flagging above your crack excited you even more.

With no command, you lowered yourself onto Kalindor's legs, his half-erect length nuzzling your stomach. You grabbed with your hand and shook it playfully, resting your forehead on his. "Is my master ready?" You said with all the seduction you could muster.

You sounded like a slut. And the thought pushed you into overdrive. You straddled him and plunged his newly erect length through your slit, feeling its barbed tip rub against your lips.

He immediately bucked into you, and matched his motion by bouncing up and down. You thought the previous experienced poured new color into your world, but now, as his draconic dick thrummed its way into your insides, you expected to faint with love.

Huffing and panting was all you heard as you bounced with ecstasy, rubbing your muzzle against his scaled chest, feeling his sweat and musk on your face. It was all wet, every scale glistened with sweat or mist or the river of pleasure you both leaked out. The smell of sweat and musk and fluid was uniquely carnal, domineering, primal, hot.

Kalindor looked upward, lost in pleasure as you gyrated your hips. You cupped your little, scaled hands around his cheeks and brought his eyes to meet your eyes. He didn't grin or stare stonily, but breathed with pleasure as you rode him. He had rescued you from the cold world, the inferior warmth of humans, and taught you what dragonhood truly meant.

You couldn't be more thankful.

You dove your face into his, shoving your tongue to meet his. With a moment's hesitation, he reacted, intermingling his tongue with equal ****. You separated, touching foreheads, and in-between pants he uttered his praise, "You are... a good pet... Just like that... slut."

With the final word he groaned, and with a final shove, he released, sending you toppling toward the floor with him on top of you. You yelped in surprise as you hit the ground speared by his erupting member. His head hit your neck and punched the breath out of you—

Sending you straight into a new realm of bliss. Your communion completed a second time, orgasms mixing with unbridled pleasure. It was clear, more than it ever was, that you had found the place that the world intended you to be.

With a final few pants, you closed your arms around the form laying on top of you, feeling his softening length still completing you. Your eyes closed, the rapture cooled to sleep.