Eh... who cares?

You're practically overflowing with sexual energy and an equally turned on partner is putting the moves on you. Plus, it's your own home. You can do whatever the fuck you want in your own home. Smirking, you give Shree a light smack on the rear and jut with your head for her to get in the car. Matching your smirk, and smack, she hurries over to the passenger side and gets in. Chucking the other candies in the backseat, you turn the engine and, once you're clear from the parking lot, make the tires squeal as you race back home.

With her fingers caressing your thigh, and a little higher, you make it back in no time flat, burning through a bit of your strength, projecting an image and sound of an emergency vehicle, and for the first time in your life, see people make way for it. Your tires screech to a halt in your driveway, and the two of you take very quick steps to your door, which opens automatically. You barely register that it was Grimmsby that opened it for you, as you run to the guest room. Spinning the knob a couple of times, you get it to the Gurdrack Clan seal, a blue lizard head behind a forked black lightning bolt, and wait impatiently for the room to set in place. An eternity later, it does, and you burst through and slam the door shut behind you.

The decor is a blur in your eyes, as you find yourself staring into green slitted eyes and feel hands working your shirt up. The eyes vanish for a moment as your shirt clears your head, replaced by the back of a flared head, and hands pointing at the ties that keep her armor on. Working together, it hits the ground with a clunk, barely missing your toes, leaving you looking at the bands of cloth around her body that serve as basic underclothes. Stepping into her, you wrap your arms around the dragonness and apply your lips to her neck, and your erection against her legs.

She purrs pleasantly while reaching behind her and grabbing at your belt. A quick jerk tears your trousers apart, and you feel her fingers encircle you through your underwear. You let out your own lecherous growl and shift one hand downwards towards her groin, to return the favor. She shivers against you as she lets out another purr, before she takes a step forwards, and then another, leading you somewhere by your erection.

Bringing you to what is essentially a platform covered in furs, she suddenly grabs your arm and ducks under it, flipping you over her shoulder. You land with a whump onto the furs on your back, and before you can recover, she pounces onto you, straddling your hips and biting at her lip, looking almost intimidating with those sharp fangs of hers. "If you were a dragon, you'd have never let me do that to you," she snarls, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down. "Because that would mean that you aren't worthy of being my bed-partner. My equal." Rubbing your groins together, she growls a victorious sound before whispering sensually in your ear. "But since you're just a human, I think you're good enough to be my pleasure-slave instead."