Order the drakaron to leave

Reaching over the counter, your grab the razor sharp short sword that your father keeps on a shelf to ward off thieves and monsters. Spinning around, you hold out the blade, pointed at the drakaron's throat.

"Get out of my shop, you filthy lizard," you say. He does not look impressed, taking another step toward you, his tongue snaking out again, flicking slowly and suggestively. Your clit throbs, your pussy aching as your cock drip precum on the floor from beneath your dress, and you consider surrendering to the monster, letting him have his vile way with you. You arm wavers, the sword heavier than it looks.

The drakaron turns away, his long, whip-like tail cracking the back of your hand and you cry out as the sword flies across the shop, skidding beneath a shelf. He's on you in an instant, strong, scaled hands grabbing your arms, forcing you backwards onto the counter. You lash out, trying to kick him with a hoof, but he grabs your ankle and forces your legs apart.

You scream as he shoves his scaly face between your legs, his nose pushing your balls aside as he slides his tongue into your slick crease, lapping up the mixture of your juices and the Fox's cream. His tongue brushes against your clit again and again, making you squirm and pant, but you're no longer trying to get away. He releases his grip on your arm and leg, instead spreading your thighs apart as he feasts on your nectar, his thick, squirming tongue pushing deep inside of you, deeper than the Fox's cock could reach, and you moan like a Cat in heat as he fucks you with his tongue.

Suddenly, he pulls back, licking the shiny fluid from his lips as he reaches down between his legs, where a swelling has appeared beneath his scales. He rubs one taloned finger along a faint line between the scales and his flesh spreads open, the pearly pink tip of his cock emerging. No, wait, there are two tips appearing from within his body. Two cocks slide out, both pointed, curved like a scimitar, with a ridge of bumps along the underside of each one. You've never seen one cock like his, let alone two.

The drakaron rolls you onto your side, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder as he straddles the other, a wicked grin on his face as he guides his cocks into you, one sliding into your pussy, the other pressing against your tailhole. You tense, uncertain.

"Just relax, Missy," the drakaron hisses, placing one hand on your cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "It'll make this much easier on you." You suppose he's right and try to relax your tight sphincter. His slick cock eases in, lubricating your anus with his own fluids. It feels amazing and you grab the edge of the counter, holding on until your knuckles turn white.

His movements are slow at first, letting you adjust, but as soon as your body accepts his presence, he plunges his cocks as deep as he can, forcing a strangled cry from your lips. You can feel the ridge of bumps on each cock, rubbing against your sensitive inner walls, the curve of his shaft touching places inside you that make you squirm with pleasure. The sensations are so intense you can hardly stand it, your body more sensitive after your earlier orgasm, but not quite recovered enough to climax again.

The drakaron pounds into your pussy and tailhole, filling you completely, dominating your body, and you are helpless to do anything except ride the waves of increasing pleasure and pray that you reach the peak before you pass out.

Suddenly, the drakaron roars, a small burst of flame spouting from his lips, and you feel his cocks pulse inside of you, feel the warm flood of cum fill you. Your body is quaking, trembling at the edge of orgasm, but he's done. He leans down and licks the glistening precum from the blunt head of your horsecock, but that is all. He tucks his softening cocks back into his body and leaves. Slowly, you straighten up, your body aching and unfulfilled.