Diplomacy should always be this fun

"I think I can make that happen. Now, why don't you get rid of those scales?" Ikaria flushes in response and the scales slowly sink into her skin, revealing her rolling hills and sopping cleft beneath her transparent strips of cloth. The princess' nipples and clit look so hard that they could cut diamonds. The dragoness moves her head forwards and mashes her lips against yours and she pushes her tongue into your mouth, seemingly remembering what you taught her as Adam the night before. Her golden eyes widen as your thick tongue wraps around her own and then drives your duel back into her own mouth, eliciting a throaty moan as she shudders from the intense make-out session. Her hands run all over your bare, toned form, while you slowly strip off piece after piece of fabric while taking care to avoid brushing against any of her sensitive spots. By the time you've removed the last piece of cloth there's a puddle on your leg. You bring your hand down and rub it down her thigh and she convulses and collapses against you. After feeling no more movement from her tongue, you withdraw from her mouth and her head falls to your shoulder, panting frantically as she tries to recover from the sudden orgasm.

"Oh my gods, limpy, you may not have a dick but you certainly have a way with words... and hands." She rubs her exposed slit against your leg and pants as she speaks.

"So does that mean you'll try visiting my dungeon after all? Because I'm getting the impression you'd be fun to have around." The dragon once again claims your lips and shudders as your long tongue worms its way into her mouth, her less experienced organ trying to gain control of your oral duel. Your hands slide up and down her sides, then along her stomach, then up and down her legs. Her moans turn into whimpers into your mouth as you move up to her toned arms, her small shoulders, and then rub one hand on the small of her back while the other traces up her cheek and then along her long ears. She pulls her head back with a wet smack, obscenely sucking on your long tongue for a moment before letting it out of her mouth.

"Oh gods, this is ****. Fine, I suppose I can take some time out of my busy schedule to visit your lair." She takes you into a tight embrace, rubbing her nipples against your chest and her cleft against your leg as she refuses to touch herself or beg you to do the same.

"And to think a while ago you were so against it. All that after you enjoyed yourself so much last night." She pushes herself back and shock covers her face as she stares into your eyes.

"Were you spying on me, daemon?" A slap rings out as she strikes your face, and you feel a tingle as electricity begins to build, then she gasps as the face of Adam looks back at her.

"You know, dragons aren't the only one who can shapeshift." You lower the glamour and she devours your lips once again, rubbing herself even more frantically against you as your hands wander across her back and thighs. The dragoness only lasts a moment before she pulls back again, her face covered in sweat.

"Daemon, if you really were Adam, then shift back and get out that big dick before I start begging some simpering kobold to pound me!" The gorgeous woman shivers once again as your hand traces up her thigh, and this time you go all the way, brushing against her clit before sinking two digits into her baking heat while your other hand grabs a handful of her mounds. The sudden stimulation is too much for her, and she spasms in another climax from the sudden intrusion.

"Are you sure you don't want to try me in my true form?" Your long tongue snakes out of your mouth and licks at her nipples and she wraps her hands around your neck, pulling you closer to her breasts.

"I don't even care anymore, I just need something bigger than your fingers in me. Right. Now!" You pick her up and throw her down against the pillows, then crawl in between her legs. Your thick tongue snakes into her depths and you hit every spot you remember from your last tryst, playing the princess like an instrument as she grabs your head and forces you directly against her opening. "Oh gods that's good, maybe your daemon tongue is good for something after all." Her hips buck against you as you run the side of your tongue against her clit while its main length still explores her insides. She pushes her chest forwards as your fingers grip her twin orbs, letting out a loud series of moans at the stimulation assaulting her body before losing herself in the throes of another orgasm.

"Ooh, someone's feeling thirsty," she pants as you pick her up and roll over before setting her back down on your face. "O-okay, maybe I might've misjudged you just a little earlier. Oh shit!" Two soft orbs press into your lower chest as she loses her balance and falls down on you, then you feel her own long tongue begin to lick all over your upper legs and and lower torso. "Come on stud, do you have some meat for mommy down here or am I going to have to find something else to keep me busy?" Satisfied with how much you've teased her and no longer able to restrain yourself, you allow your stiff shaft to rise up from below your armour plating. "Mmm, convenient, and kinda hot. Not bad, stud." You groan as her long tongue makes contact with your shaft, little sparks of electricity stimulating your length as she starts to awkwardly lick you.

The dragoness could still use plenty of practice—something you'll happily oblige her—but she puts her experience from yesterday to good use, moving her tongue up and down your length before taking the tip inside, her winding organ providing a sort of sheath for your member while she feasts on the bulbous head. A long groan vibrates your member as she reacts to your own activities between her legs, then she starts to sink her lips down your shaft, **** a bit once she gets a quarter of the way down and withdrawing.

"Ookay, that's... big. Going to take some work before I can take that in. Work I'd be HAPPY—" she spasms again as one of your fingers finds her backdoor and gives it a little prod "—oh gods, to give a TRY!" The digit slides all the way in, and this time the princess can't hold herself back and slumps on top of you, juices coating your face as she finishes again on top of you. For a minute she just lies on top of you and moans incoherently while you continue to plumb her depths, then she shakily pushes herself up far enough to take your member back into her mouth and give you a little nibble, pleasurable rather than painful this time. Even her awkward ministrations are impossible to withstand given how turned on you are, and a jet of your seed shoots between her lips. Her golden eyes widen and she forms a seal around your tip, moaning as she gulps down the contents of your balls one spurt at a time.

"Yum, that's even better in your daemon form somehow. You're really a freak of nature, aren't you? Not that I'm complaINING!" Your long organ exits her snatch in one quick motion, and she gives a whine. "Hey, you aren't going to just leave me like this until you—oh" she admires your still diamond-hard shaft in front of her and gives it a long lick before pushing herself back into a sitting position. "Okay, quit stalling, that thing is going inside me now."

"Well, if you insist..." you simply lie back and watch the ravishing beauty sitting on you as she raises herself above your shaft. Her toned thighs keep her balanced just above your head, and she lowers herself just enough to touch your tip, eliciting a groan at the incredible heat you feel above you, then raises herself back up. Her hands move to your chest to support her and she does this again, giving you a playful smirk as you groan again, then raises herself up to do it a third time. Finally done with her teasing, you grab her hips and **** her down on your length.

"FUCK YES, it's about time, you stud-monster." Wet slaps fill the room as she takes control, slamming herself up and down on your length, switching to incoherent moans as her athletic body takes you inside over and over again. Her average-sized breasts bounce above you as she takes control, providing a tantalizing view as they bounce and sway above you. After a few more slams of her hips you can't take the sight anymore, so you push yourself up and wrap your hands around her back. You pull yourself into a sitting position and latch your lips around her nipple, sucking like an oversized baby trying to milk her twins. The new position allows you to match each sway of her hips with a thrust of your own, and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she hangs on to you for dear life, her eyes rolled back in her head as she's consumed by the pleasure of your joining. With one massive slam she finally convulses around your shaft, and a moment later you release a torrent of seed within her womb as you bottom out inside of her. Your first load of the day released inside of her willing cunt, you lean back into the sofa, enjoying a bit of respite as she pants in your arms.

"Oh fuck, maybe all of my suitors weren't old and shrivelled after all." She pushes herself up and gives you a deep kiss before pulling back and giving you a teasing grin. "Say, stud, maybe you weren't the only one I was wrong about. Think I should go give some of the others aAaaAa—" she's cut off as you start moving inside her while you re-fill her backdoor with a finger. "Okay, fine, just fuck me until I don't even think about their inadequacy! Paint my hot little womb with your seed! Breed me, you dick daemon!" You pick her up and she bounces on your shaft, then stumble forward as she claims your lips in another messy kiss. Each thrust causes the two of you to step a bit backwards until her back lies against the hard stone wall, and you pick her up and drive your shaft deep inside her. "Okay, I doubt you can actually fertilize me until we get some more levels into yoOoOu, but I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to practice a bIIIIT beforehand," you silence her babbling by claiming her lips again, her hips bucking against your own as you mould her love canal in the shape of your girth.

"Would you like that, Azazel? Would you like to see my tight body bloated with an egg growing inside it?" You roar and release another torrent of spunk inside her depths, then your legs give out and you fall back on your ass, your back falling next until you're lying on the floor. The princess falls so that she's still on top of you, her breasts pressed against your chest and her vaginal walls still clamping around your towering meat. "To see your daughter ruining my toned stomach, to suck my mommy milk out of my swollen tits as my bloated belly bounces up and down with your daddy dick getting ready to give her a little sister?" The dragoness cries out and falls on top of you as she finishes announcing this for the entire dungeon to hear.

"Holy shit, you're quite the slut, aren't you?" She tries her best to look offended, but her moans and the squelching from where you're joined betray her, and after a moment she gives up and bursts out laughing.

"Gods above, I guess I can't really argue with that after I just let everyone on Imporne know I want some dude who I just met to fuck a baby into me while I came around his huge dick, can I?" Her hips start moving again, bits of your combined juices leaking out of her as she does, and the renewed sensations causes you to replace them with another, even larger batch of your special cream filling. "Holy fuck, where did mom find you?" Her thighs give out and she just collapses and pants into your chest as you start moving yet again into her.

"So I think we've already cleared this up, but I take it you're up for becoming my consort? Because I can think of a few—" you roll on top of her and begin to massage her twin mounds as you drive into her quivering hips "—reasons why I've been convinced."

"Just so we're clear, daeEEEEEmon," she pants as she takes your length once again, "I'm not some bedslave for you to train like your little adventurer whore, giving you good morning head every day. I'm a princess and I expected to be treated the part," you silence her with your tongue once again and although she initially gives you a weak push away, she quickly coils her tongue around your own and moves her hands to your shoulders.

"Really? You seemed to enjoy having your lips on my dick earlier," she shoots you a withering gaze and you suddenly remember that the sexpot underneath you could turn you into a smoking crater at any moment.

"Look, daemon, I'm not saying I won't enjoy going down on you as long as you do the same and don't get any ideas," she moans and wraps her legs around you, pulling your hips into her as she talks. "Now are we clear, or am I making a mistake by considering taking a chance on you? Oohhh shit," this time the two of you come together; her insides spasm around your length as you bathe her insides in another batch of your white paint.

"Fine, but I wasn't lying when I said I already have a number of concubines and will probably acquire more, and they aren't to be walked all over either. Can you do that?" She moans again as you accompany your question with another thrust into her depths.

"As long as they know how to kneel like good doggies when their mistress asks, then sure." She whimpers as you pull out of her and give her a withering glare of your own.

"They'll be your equals, not your toys—unless they want to be. Now are we clear, or do you want to spend the next few decades pounding yourself with inanimate objects wondering what could've been?" A sudden push sends you flying back and you land on the couch, your dick stiffening as you see the spoiled brat stand up and strut over to your with your juices still leaking out of her cleft.

"Fine, stud, you drive a hard bargain." You groan as she positions her entrance above you and sinks down, her hips moving as she rides you again. "I'll see what I can do. Now shut up with your stupid deals and fuck me. I need at least a few more coats of paint to really shine." Happy to heed the princess' request, you buck your hips up into her again and reclaim her lips, and the chamber is overtaken by the moans, wet slaps, and smacks of your union. It's another hour before the two of you finally lie in each others' arms, completely spent, a pool of juices ruining the furniture below you.