Have him pull out

"I don't think I could hold all your cum," you say. "Please, pull out!"

"After the first shot, I will," he says. "Here it comes!" He roars in triumph and release, both of his cocks pulsing within you as he spews a hot load of dragon cum into your pussy and bowels. You cry out, your used body arching as he withdraws, spraying his thick cream all over you. He must pump forth a gallon of the steaming, sticky stuff, completely soaking your striped hide and matting your long, black hair to your skin.

When he's finished, he staggers back, his cocks softening and retreating into his body. "That was magnificent," he pants, his glowing eyes taking on a sated, lavender color. "I'm glad I didn't eat you."

"So...I can go now?" you ask, not sure you can stand, let alone walk.

"If you must," the dragon says. "But first, I have something for you." He stretches out one leathery wing, the stiff leading edge of the main sail digging deep into his pile of treasure. You gasp, turning your face away and raising your arms to protect yourself, as he flips coins and jewels onto you, the hard objects pelting you like someone is throwing rocks.

"What the hell was that for?" you demand, struggling to get up. As you rise, you realize that the riches have stuck to the semen covering your body. You try to pick a coin off your arm, but it pulls at your hide, stuck there as surely as if it had been glued.

"It's a gift," the dragon says. "Beware of sudden rain showers--water will dissolve the cum instantly."

"You mean, I can just have all of this?" you ask, careful to clarify. "I won't owe you a bunch more tasks?"

The dragon chuckles. "No, you don't owe me another thing. However, if you ever feel like returning, I'm sure we can work out a deal we can both be satisfied by."

"I will certainly keep that in mind," you say. "Thank you, dragon."

"My name is Myranderin," he says. "You may call me Myr."

"Thank you, Myr," you say and stagger toward the tunnel, grabbing your dress as you go.