Making an arrangement

When you wake up, Nightwing is still very much asleep.

Careful not to disturb her, you extricate yourself from the embrace of the sleeping dragon. She mumbles something in her sleep, clutching at the vacant space you have left. You can't help but find her behavior somewhat humorous. You never imagined you'd see a dragon upset because the person they were cuddling with left the bed.

Exercising the same silent caution, you step out of the tent, and come face to face with Demetra, holding one of her strange devices up before her. You're taken aback by the sudden intrusion into your personal space.

"Uh... good morning?"

Demetra doesn't respond, and instead steps around you, still pointing the device at the tent. You back away from her, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"Sorry about her. You know...again." You turn to the voice with a start - Roberta is standing by you. You didn't even notice her, or hear her approach.

"What's she doing?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

You frown, watching Demetra observe your tent with worry. "That's... disconcerting."

Just as you're about to ask Demetra what she's doing directly, she turns to you and immediately fires off her own question.

"Were the two of you intimate last night?"

You grimace at the sudden question. "What the fuck - no!"

"So you two do not share an intimate relationship?"

"No, we do, but... just... we weren't intimate last night."

"Hmph. I'll have to request that over the coming days, you be intimate at least once, so I can record if the dragon's energy readings spike with stimulation. Of course, if that makes you uncomfortable, you are free to decline."

"Hold on - what? We have to get to the city, and find transportation to get to Nightwing's brother - my mother may have a lot of time, but I still don't want to delay this."

Demetra rolls her eyes at you, as if there's something you should already be aware of. "We will be providing your method of transportation. We are accompanying you to the dragon's home, so that I may study her, and her interactions with you, further."

"I'm sorry - what?" You're supremely confused by the development.

"I said -"

"No, I know what you said, I'm just...surprised."

Demetra rolls her eyes at you. "Let me guess, you're going to decline the offer, because you don't want to be the subject of examination."

"What? No, gods no, I'd have to be fuckin braindead to decline that offer." Not that it was much of an offer - it was really more of a command than anything...

Demetra seems relieved by your willingness to agree. "I assume you will have to discuss the matter with the dragon. Please do so now, as we would like to depart soon."

You nod, and quickly duck into your tent to speak with Nightwing.

You're greeted with a rather pleasant sight.

Nightwing is sitting up in the small makeshift bed, completely naked. One hand is firmly kneeding her left breast, while the other is dipped between her legs. She's simply stroking the external lips of her sex, and she seems to be rather frustrated.

"I...I don't know how to..." she starts to explain herself, but she's too embarrassed to keep speaking.

You kneel down before her, gently pulling her hand away from her, slightly glowing, vagina. It appears as though her scales do, in fact, react to heat.

You firmly kiss her, in an attempt to soothe her nerves. From the way tension releases from her shoulders, you can tell that it's working.

A strong tent forms in your pants, and you can't help but smirk as you slip your hand down between her legs. "Don't you worry," you whisper into her ear. Nightwing leans into you with a light moan. "I'll show you how..."

You begin to tease Nightwing, gently running your fingers along the outline of her labia. You kiss her on the neck, supporting her weight as she leans on you.

Nightwing begins to squirm under your ministrations. She's clearly **** for release, after the cock blocking you both experienced last night. "St-stop just...touching it..." She finally manages to pant. She locks eyes with you, and you can tell that she's trying to be commanding. All you can see in her eyes, though, is silent plea for more.

While you enjoy playing with her, you probably shouldn't tease her for any longer...

You slowly push your finger between her labia. The hot moisture of her arousal makes it almost trivial for your finger to slide into her vagina, eliciting a moan from Nightwing.

"How about..." You kiss her on the neck again, lingering for a moment as you do. "We pick up where we left off last night...?"

Nightwing looks to you, her eyes clouded with just. Despite her arousal, she clearly glances over at the entrance to the tent - she's likely worried any being seen, or heard.

It's up to her, now.