Give it a "special" handjob

Titcharra, still unable to perform her duty, resigned herself to the pleasure of the reptile. Its cock so hot, so large, and so hard, she couldn't help feeling horny herself. With each moment she took in the creature's member harder and deeper, all the while imagining what it would be like to have such a powerful animal burying its ossified flesh into her tantalized cunt.

Though she sucked on the monster's penis and gently played with its balls, she found her one free hand lurking towards her own private parts, as they called out to their owner for attention. Hornier by the minute, Titcharra didn't resist the wetness growing in her loins.

Slipping her hand underneath her light-blue panties-- made of a delicate silk rarely afforded to those in servitude-- she glided her index and middle finger along her moistened lips, marveling at her very own warm liquids coming from her body.

Now she pleasured herself even as she pleasured the mighty dragon. Tirelessly she worked her hands and mouth, sucking, rubbing, and digging deeply into her own vagina. For a brief moment, she pulled her hand away from her dark depths and felt the hot, smooth juices lavished on her fingers and palm. Then she got an idea.

The dragon was prepared to growl when Titcharra took her hands and mouth away, but it was cooing once more when her other hand came to play. Sure to cover every inch, Titcharra rubbed her own sticky excretion all over the beast's rod. Making a fist all around its circumference, she gave the dragon a hand job that even Alarya would have to be proud of. The dragon exclaimed gleefully.

Titcharra was free to retrieve the bottles on the table and the one she had dropped. Never taking her hand away from the reptile's penis, she got up on her knees and took everything in hand, placing the three bottles beside her. She opened one and placed it before the throbbing penis of the amorous animal.

Her horniness never relented since she ceased touching herself, but she had a job to do now. With her knees spread and her legs tucked neatly beneath her body, she rubbed her free hand all over her wet pussy, gathering as much liquid as she could. A moment later, she joined her hands together at the dragon's cock. She worked her hands in alternation, one hand grasping the creature at its base, holding tightly, and pulling hardily along the shaft before falling off at the head, the other following its counterpart in quick succession.

The dragon reared its head back delightedly. Drool poured from its mouth. It could barely keep its tongue behind its teeth. Titcharra felt the beast spazzing and shaking within her two hands. It wouldn't be long now. She pointed the reptilian penis toward the mouth of the bottle. She quickened her pace, jerking the appendage as fast and as hard as she could. Suddenly she felt a bulge moving through the dragon's shaft. She watched it move, amidst her frantic hands, to the head of the penis. Then the dragon bellowed, shaking the room and echoing into the afternoon sky. To her astonishment, globs of purple cum exploded from dragon's incredibly virile rod. The beast's convulsions were so powerful, Titcharra could barely keep its penis firing into the right place.

The creature breathed heavily, backing away slightly from Titcharra. Hopefully it was satisfied, she thought. She looked around herself and her surroundings: there was purple semen all around the floor, and all over her waist and her legs. She was a little embarassed to find some painted just around her clitoris. More importantly, though, the dragon had filled up one jar. Great. She need only go through this trouble two more times, and she would have what her mistress had asked of her.