Play with Prexa

“Mmm… this cute little friend has been on my mind since yesterday, so now I need to get him beneath my tail,” Prexa smiles as she stops walking and pulls you to the white underscales of her chest with her foreclaw, “I think you ought to spend some time down inside my dragon panties, human.”

You nod a bit nervously as her fellow dragons snort and paw the ground, but, since she came forward and claimed you for the break, they know they’ll only be wasting time by arguing. Noctrus and Kelsyre bid you a “see you later, then,” with narrowed eyes and a claw down their respective leather and cloth pants, heading off across the fields towards the docks and taverns in search of other sailors and workers who might be available to join them for their break. You watch for a moment as the green dragon starts chatting with a vole, while the black dragon continues towards a group of human sailors talking around one of the water barrels, feeling a pair of large warm nostrils brushing and huffing across your shoulders as you turn to Prexa’s purring face. She scoops you up under her foreleg with a giggle, carrying you towards the washtubs in her leg pit, which thankfully is not nearly as ripe as Lilltra’s was last night, probably because this dragon has been working in the shade most of today and hasn’t been up to anything too sexually excitable- though that’s going to change very soon. Prexa fills a wooden tub, heats the water with her fire breath, and then sets you down in the warm water, lathering her claws to wash you with a raspberry scented soap bar, telling you that the soaps are donated from a manufactory-shop in town run by a squirrel which she’d be happy to show you sometime so you can pick out a scent you like- maybe she’ll buy you a bar and one for herself for when you visit at the docks each day?

The dragon sniffs you all over to ensure you smell like raspberries instead of parrot penis and pucker when she’s done washing, giggling as she nuzzles your crotch with her large snout, giving your cock a lick with her big pink forked tongue.

“There we are, little one, nice and… clean!” she dries you with several flaps of her large wings, inspecting you with her claws to check that she’s gotten most of the water off, “Now… let’s have some fun together.”

The dragon takes a few paces over from near the tub to where she left her panties, sliding the sheer silver material midway up her hind legs as she watches you closely, giving a low growl as she stops and paws her slit a few times with her dark green eyes fixed on your penis. She slides her tail through the hole in the back of the silk as she pulls the underwear most of the way up her flanks, leaving a little space below her belly so you can still see the upper edge of her vagina, resuming all fours as she pads over to you, reaching to brush the back of the tips of the claw she was just pleasuring herself with across your nose and cheek, huffing with a little chuckle as she feels you smell it. Resting again on her haunches, she places a foreclaw under your buttocks and scoops you into the air, purring and huffing with her tongue lolling slightly as she pulls back the front of her panties with the other and slowly lowers you down inside, the warm odor of dragon musk rising to meet your nostrils. You feel the smooth material brushing across your legs and back, the fabric almost cool to the comparative heat across your knees and chest as you’re slipped down her big scaly underbelly and against the snakeskin warmth of her loins as the sleek fuchsia flesh of her labia slides over your belly and chest, your legs making contact with her rump and tail base as she finally feels your head coming into the desired position with her vagina, releasing the seam of her panties with a loud, lustful growl. You hear her huff and giggle as the fabric hammock she’s wearing rocks gently with you inside, face flush with her sticky sex, your every breath and presence against her pussy bringing her pleasure as she slowly walks, patting the outside of her panties with the pad of her claw as she calls down to you sweetly, and then stops a moment upon reaching her destination, before you feel her flanks shifting along with her as she brings herself down to straddle your face with the entirety of her dragon sex, the heated fleshy folds landing with a sticky sklutch!

“Mmmnnn… huhh…” Prexa’s huffs and sounds of pleasure are muffled through her scaly frame, the panties, and the wet edges of her pussy sucking and rubbing over your face from cheek to cheek, but you can hear her gentle voice faintly, dripping with as much lust as the slippery orifice upon you, “Mmm… huh-human… I need to feel you… mmhnnn… deeper in me… huhhhnnn…”

She wiggles her fat flanks side to side, her hot flesh suckling down further across your head as her open orifice yaws wider, the dragon’s large wet vulva taking in your shoulders by turns. Everything turns fuchsia in a dim pulsing light as the slippery hole engulfs your arms, stickily sliding across your fingers with a wet and slimy sucking sound, pulling you deeper into the steamy wet world of Prexa’s pussy, the dragon giving a perpetual moan and panting somewhere above as you feel her sex slipping across your navel, stopping to clench repeatedly as she feels your penis moving over her outer edges and inside her with your upper body. You can almost hear her loving giggle as she slurps your legs up inside with a prolonged sluucktch, her vagina closing around the bases of your feet as you feel her body laying back, a long and pleasured sigh reaching your ears over the continued sucking and squelching as the walls of her vestibule massage their sticky, viscous secretion across every inch of your skin, the dragon laying back as she just enjoys your presence inside her. You sigh and relax in her dizzying, musky space, feeling those warm, wet walls tighten and relax, contract and loosen, gripping your naked body in a ****, eager embrace and gradually easing to let you shift, every motion and movement sending waves of pleasure through Prexa’s huge scaly body, as she expresses her satisfaction with another long hug from her pussy all around you. She giggles and moans and huffs and pants, starting to wet the front of her massive panties as the dragon begins to edge closer to her slow, extended orgasm with you, the slimy secretion starting to smell less like her musky loins and more like strawberries, the smelly odor intermingled with the sweet as you feel the first little spurt of something thicker and stickier splashing down across your forehead and chest, her cum working its way down your belly and legs in an oozing trickle before working its way past your ankles and splashing out of her sex. She isn’t nearly finished with you, her moan like a bellow as she begins pulsing her pussy slow and fast and slow all around you, the hot walls feeling wetter, the smell of strawberries growing stronger, more little jets of Prexa’s seed splatting across your face and working their way down your sweating, slippery skin as she pants and huffs distantly without, the continued squelching filling your ears as her flesh shifts against your own.

“Huhhh… huhhh… ohhh… uhhhnn… mhnn… l-little friend…” Prexa struggles to form the words as she catches her breath and starts growling low again, in the midst of another climax as you feel two more sticky strawberry splats splash across your forehead and dribble down your chin, “Uhhmmnn… if you’re… having fun in there… hooohh! I can feel… your little penis! Get… uhhhn… get off in me, if you c-can. I’d… really like that…”

Honestly, you’ve been feeling on the verge since the female started clenching some minutes ago, trying to hold back a little because the hot walls of dragon vagina slipping and slapping across your smaller body felt so warm and comfortable you didn’t want it to end. But her neediness and continual spurts of warm strawberry seed, the constant pressing of her sticky vaginal walls around your own sex are too much to handle any longer, and you moan into the dragon’s vestibule as you feel yourself spilling, and your exhalation and sudden jet of warm semen inside her sensitive sexual space sends Prexa over the edge, and she begins to cum steadily over your head. The strawberry flows in thick and lovely smelling spurts, the dragon making a satisfied sound between a moan and a roar without as you sigh into her fuchsia flesh and enjoy the sweet scents as she finishes all over you with several long contractions, the sticky fluids leaking down across your torso and legs, leaving a sticky stain across the front of her panties as she lets it all spill out of her slit. As she did yesterday, the big dragon lays back and recovers with you deep between her hind legs still, walls oozing with strawberry sliminess as she reaches a claw down to feel you bulging her pelvis, huffing out what a good and wonderful little human you are to play and pleasure her so nicely. As you feel her vagina contract and gradually expel you into the warm cummed surface atop the cool fabric of her huge dragon panties, you find yourself asking her if maybe she’d like to go again, as you’ve heard that most female dragons… you won’t be able to get off a second time with her, but…

“Mmmnn, I would love to keep you in my pussy longer, sweet human friend,” Prexa purrs as she pulls you slowly to her chest with a claw, her tongue licking across your slippery skin as she sucks gently along your legs with her huge pink lips, “But we only have this little break and…” she snickers with a little amorous growl, “Remember yesterday? I really have to fart again. And guess who gets to be a cute little cushion for my big fat butt, hmmm…?”

The other dragons in the “love shack” seem to have the same idea with their little playmates, you notice as a red eastern dragon curls the face of her salamander seat against her sputtering pucker while keeping his legs up her pussy, as a fluffy orange dragon wiggles his human friend down into one of the cushions, rump burbling as he tugs at his sherbet arousal with a claw. You only have a moment to glimpse- and smell- the other dragons stinking up their friends, as Prexa pulls back the outer rim of her panties and lowers you down below her thick tail with a claw, the smooth scales of her massive bottom brushing along your chest as the pink female sits on top of you, wiggling her hefty haunches as you feel- and smell- the wrinkled folds of her anus resting across your face. She’s thankfully not dirty back there, but you can tell she certainly pooped this morning and her rear’s musky with sweat from all the excitement of enjoying you inside her vagina. Though you only have a moment to consider these odors before Prexa’s pucker opens to fill the silky space in which you’re trapped with a glint of fuchsia light from her bowels along with a deep prrroobbbpptt… frrimmpplllpptt… the big, wet dragon farts smelling even worse than they sound, as the stink fills her panties before she’s finished releasing her second fart, her stinky anus giving you the rudest kind of kiss as it vibrates with her gas. You grimace as her hindquarters shift and sweat atop you, tail hole opening with another frrammpptt as you hear her sigh of relief and little giggle before she proceeds to rub in that additional fart, squirming as you feel a series of short toots bubbling into your nose, laying in the cloud of dragon farts as those sweaty scales press you down against the smooth cloth surface.

“Hey, little friend, how are you doing in there, hmm?” Prexa passes another prrumpnntt with a huff and a snicker before her rump starts rubbing it in, and you’re thankful as you start coughing when she tugs at the rim of her panties to help air them out a bit, “Awww, getting pretty stinky down in there, huh? You’re handling my farts much better than yesterday, little one. Have you been playing with other dragons, hmmm? This gassy dragon isn’t done playing with you, so take a breath, because she’s sitting back down now…”

Prexa’s butt shifts back over your face with a wiggle of her flanks as she releases the rim of her underwear along with a noisy fllurrnnnpptt! You wrinkle your nose again as that dragon fart festers terribly, feeling the sweaty weight of her hindquarters shifting side to side across your cheeks, when suddenly she stops, and you can hear a muffled argument above. You feel a large claw reaching down along your back as Prexa lifts you from underneath her, blinking in the afternoon sun as your nose wrinkles as another dragon’s fart cloud drifts in your direction as the pink dragon lays you across her belly to rest. Malory is standing sternly before her, iron-toed boots flattening a cushion, his heavy armor and demeanor making him an undesirable playmate for the lustful reptiles relaxing in the warehouse, though you see a black-scaled male considering trying as he stares at the lion intently while he chastises his dragon.

“Twenty minutes is twenty minutes, and I’ve given you an extra five already!” the lion shakes his head as his mane shakes with him, arms crossed as his armored boot taps impatiently on the cushion.

“But… I’m still gassy!” Prexa whines, leaning forward as a small toot squeaks from her backside to demonstrate, batting her eyelids in a curious way mimicking someone with actual eyelashes, “Just… five more minutes, okay? Then I’ll hurry back.”

“Prexa…” Malory grits his teeth and grumbles, but the dragon’s sad eyes as she used on her friend yesterday break his resolve, his muscular arms slumping with a metallic shuffle and a sigh at his sides, “Very well, scaly girl. Five minutes only! If you aren’t back to your post by then, I’ll come and drag you out by your tail.”

“I love you, Malory!” Prexa blows him a kiss with her claw, pulling back her panties as she stuffs you quickly down inside, as you hear the lion trudging away through the warm weight of the dragon’s rump getting comfortable again.

“Sorry about that- prrrubbtt!- ahh… little one,” Prexa’s pucker starts bubbling and squeaking away as she rubs in her farts and scoots you against the smooth backing of her panties, butt sweating down on you, “We don’t have long enough to- prripptt! Frrrummmpptt! Pluptt!- ahhhh… never long enough to play together!”

The pink dragon makes the most of her short remaining time with you as her little fart cushion, however, anus bubbling and rumbling away with potent frrrummpptts, pllurrrpptts, and frrimmppllttts as she scoots and sweats and pants and sighs on top of you. Her panties are ripe with her dragon farts, the thick clouds of reeking gas she expels making you groan into her butt as her heavy, smelly scoots muffle your complaints into the scales of her taint and sometimes her tail hole as she shifts side to side and up and down with long wiggles of her fat flanks. You’re thankful she is considerate enough to tug at the rim of her panties with her claw to help air things out so her flatulence doesn’t fester too thickly, though she’s also so busy getting all of her gas out that she ends up just holding the rim back, a lengthy fart hissing hotly across your chest before her tail-hole slops back over your head to sputter and puff out the remainder. With a last little toot, ending on that particularly rank hiss-and-burble of a dragon fart, Prexa stops wiggling herself on you and you feel her weight rising, her claw pulling you from the silkiness of her panties and to the smooth scales of her chest as she sniffs you and exhales wetly from her nostrils with a groan and a giggle, giving you a big scaly hug and petting down your back with her claws before she sets you back down on one of the cushions. A nearby teal dragon farts massively as onlookers cheer and a couple smaller friends being cuddled groan and complain.

“I have to go now, little one,” she nuzzles her snout across your chest as she purrs, planting a kiss on your navel, “You’ll have to wash yourself so I don’t upset my Rider further, but we’ll play together more later, I promise. If not today, there is always tomorrow.”

She smiles and gives your penis a big kiss with a giggle before she turns and heads back towards the other warehouses, where you can see the other Riders and their dragons are waiting. It looks like Amerst and Malory are arguing but you can’t hear what about from this distance, imagining it may have to do with Prexa and hoping she won’t be scolded too harshly for her tardiness. The tiger throws up his arms as the lion makes a broad, placating gesture, the latter turning away as Noctrus scratches at the grass and turns to chat with Prexa. You leave them to sort things out as you make your way to the washtubs, realizing you have no way of heating the water and standing by awkwardly a minute or two before a beaver takes pity on you and helps you out with a little magic before climbing into a tub of his own. The soap at this tub smells like fresh-cut lemons, and you watch Prexa and the other dragons standing around in-between sniffing the crates and chests brought towards their respective warehouse entrances, the contents admitted with a nod from dragon and Rider. Kelsyre inclines his green head to whisper something to Lizelle after neither react to a chest carried by an ocelot, and you watch as the wolf signals to a leopard, who goes a short ways to fetch a group of crocodiles as they head inside the warehouse to confirm the contests of the suspicious package. While you’re wondering if perhaps stopping a suspect at the doors would arouse too much suspicion among other would-be smugglers, you turn at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Well, hello there, my little human,” Drelfrumm presses and nuzzles his snout across your chest as he purrs, “I hope you had fun playing with the Windbourne dragons. Did you enjoy your female friend again?” He winks at you, “You missed a spot beneath your chin, haha. How do you feel about getting something to eat?”

You finish washing and your blue buddy dries you with a few flaps of his huge wings, rolling you in the grass with his claws as he chuckles, saying he could probably dry you with his balls if you’d prefer given how warm it is today. You get dressed as he’s carried your clothes back from where Scarvy was holding them, then accompany him back across the fields and docks, stopping to wait for a passing dragon ferrying offloaded cargo towards the warehouses, asking Drelfrumm what he thinks about the Riders and the unfortunate situation of their limited breaks. He shrugs and frowns, replying that anyone working the docks is going to have to manage their time, but, from what he’s seen, it wouldn’t cause any harm if there were a few Windbourne dragons on duty at a time, although of course their order also comes with its reputation so perhaps that’s a matter of consideration as well. Reaching the maze of taverns at the southwestern end of the docks, Drelfrumm cautions you to remain close if you don’t want to be snatched up for some dirty fun by one of the dozens of larger anthros taking a break or coming ashore, and you stick to his side as you watch crocs and crows and foxes and hawks laughing and drinking and burping and farting as they stand around the crowded pubs, many enjoying ferrets and weasels and mice and humans inside and out in all the familiar ways. He turns down a side alley where a lavender dragon is relieving his bladder on a gecko, smiling and nodding as you pass, then stops and stands before one of the entrances where a couple of ferrets are leaning on the railing chatting over their ales, while a fat coyote pats his squirming belly, taking another drink has he releases a long belch.

You see the sign says, “The Conch’s Bounty,” with a faded painting of the shell in question overflowing like a cornucopia with pearls and gems and golden coins. You enter the tavern with your dragon, grimacing as the familiar stench of animal flatulence wafts over from the surrounding occupied booths, not to mention the musk of all those unwashed fur/scales/feathers, though Drelf only gives a little snort of his nostrils as he directs you over towards the bar where the smell of **** is overpowered by the much nicer scent of grilled eel and fish and boiled clams coming from the kitchen. You realize you’re pretty hungry, not dissuaded as the fat rat chugging a flagon of beer at the counter turns to burp deeply in your face with a snicker as he ruffles your hair with a paw, though you’re thankful he didn’t shove you under his ropy tail, as you can smell the sweat in his fur being this close. Your dragon orders you the fresh catch and some blackberry ale after you tell him you rather liked the sweeter spirits the dragons were drinking last night, and you turn to observe the crowd while you wait for the food and drink. There’s a mongoose playing an old piano nearby, a jaunty tune to which a group of armadillos are signing along, accompanied by a group of bears holding their mugs aloft at a nearby booth, though you can’t understand a word as you watch two frogs dancing a jig, webbed feet slapping the floorboards faster as the rhythm picks up and observing animals applaud.

“More crowded than I was hoping for around this time,” Drelfrumm shrugs as he takes a long drink of the ale when it arrives, “But the fish is always very fresh and the prices cheap. I’ve an hour for lunch, so no need to rush it.”

You follow him with your food and beverage to join a toad and a tapir at a booth, eyeing the larger leopard sitting with them with some concern, but the dragon whispers to remind you that you’re free to eat and drink in peace, and ought to be fine if you stay on this side of the tavern. You’re thankful for the break after spending an hour with Scarvy earlier, and as much as you enjoy spending time with Prexa, her privates are very musky and her butt smells terrible. He was truthful- the fish is excellent, better than any you ate back home, served with seasoned potatoes slathered in warm butter and pickled vegetables, you would order another if you were hungrier. As you eat, you listen to the sounds of the piano, still unsure of any of the shanties and jigs and ballads that the mongoose is playing, though the tapir informs you of one of the latter being about a rat pining for the hills of his homeland far from shore upon the moonlit tides, which seems to match the wistful melody, and you notice one or two sailors wiping away a tear as the song concludes. There’s a much stranger sound and you almost **** on your wine as it startles you with its sudden clamor, Drelf grinning as he indicates the curious elongated instrument being pulled and pushed between the paws of a mole in one of the corner booths is known as an accordion- a dragon invention, like those flushable toilets.

“That was a good meal and a nice long break,” Drelfrumm finishes his drink before moving from the booth with a stretch of his limbs and wings, “I shall be going back to work, though my next break will not be for two hours hence, so you might wish to relax here a while. Or head back to the docks with me, though things may be a little dull for you just waiting around. Well, until an anthro or dragon decides to make yours and their day more entertaining, of course.”

You observe a group of huge gators playing a card game with some human dockworkers as you consider what to do. It appears to be very similar to Go Fish, except when one of the gators shakes his head with a big grin at the man asking for the card, he grabs him with a claw and shoves him beneath his big tail to pass and rub some noisy gator gas in his face, much to the amusement of the other reptiles. You don’t doubt a similar situation awaits you sooner or later if you remain at the Conch, though your dragon is right that things could easily end up just as stinky should you return to standing around the docks unaccompanied, if Scarvy doesn’t get his eager talons on you again first… or the paws or hooves of his fellow supervisors, of course.