Give it a handjob

Titcharra knew it was her duty to fill three jars of the dragon's cum, but it would be impossible while the beast continued to pump its member into her mouth, not to mention that her mistress' bottles were lying on a table out of reach.

The dragon growled-- obviously annoyed-- as the soft human hands slipped away from its balls. Titcharra placed the both of them onto the creature's erection and began to rub. She heard the dragon sigh somewhat contentedly as it felt Titcharra's wonderful handjob.

Reluctantly, Titcharra removed the large penis from her mouth, hoping that her hands would occupy the animal long enough to collect its sperm.

Reaching up to the nearby table, Titcharra took the first bottle in hand.

Suddenly, the dragon grew angry, thrusting its huge cock through Titcharra's hands and back into her mouth. She dropped the bottle at the sudden attack. Once again, it was happy, but Titcharra found herself in the same dilemma as before. Why was a handjob not acceptable to this beast?

As the cock rammed furiously into Titcharra's mouth, she wondered if her hands were too dry on the dragon's rough skin. She needed to be able to occupy the beast's lust, but without her wet, warm mouth.