Let the dragon do it

"Y-you'd better do it," you pant. "I can barely stay standing."

"Then by all means, lie down," the dragon says. "Come over here, to my hoard. It's most comfortable."

"Oh...fuck...nggg," you moan, each step sensual **** as your stuffed cock waves back and forth, the wand shifting, sliding inside of you. Your balls are heavy and pendulous, swinging between your legs, so full of cum you feel like they're about to burst. You reach the mountain of treasure and lower your trembling body to the pile, reclining back against the sloping face. It's more comfortable than you had expected, but you still have to reach back and pull a glittering tiara out from under your ass. You toss it aside and lie back.

"Ready?" the dragon asks, slinking toward you.

"What are you going to--Oh! Ohhh, fuck," you moan as the wicked monster drags his forked tongue up your throbbing shaft. He licks your cock, that long, sinuous muscle wrapping around your meat, squeezing and stroking. He laps at your balls, rolling them back and forth within your scrotum, and then his fiendish tongue slides behind your sack and slips between your wet lips, rubbing hard against your swollen clit.

The sensation is just too much, your muscles clenching, your balls drawing up as they eject their massive, pent-up load. You scream, your back arching as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure shudders through your cock, the wand blocking the cum's passage. You can feel it filling your cock, the pressure building with each thwarted spurt.

Suddenly, the dragon shoves his tongue deep inside your pussy. You cum again, your hips bucking, and between the motion and the unbearable pressure, the wand pops free from your urethra like a cork from a champagne bottle. As if in slow motion, you watch the wand fly through the air, glittering and glowing with a magical blue light, thick strings of your cream spurting halfway to the cavern ceiling. The wand lands somewhere near the cavern entrance, chiming and jingling as it bounces across the floor.

Utterly spent and exhausted, you collapse against the pile of gold, your body shaking as you gasp for breath, echoes of your orgasm rolling through you even as your cock softens and slides back into your sheath.

"Yes, that was very entertaining," the dragon says, drops of your cum splattered across his scaly hide and leathery wings. "Only one task left."

"Oh, please...have mercy," you beg, the thought of having to do anything else making you want to weep.

"I thought I was being quite merciful in allowing you to continue drawing breath," the dragon said, "but after such a fine job, I can show a little more. For this next task, all you will have to do is lie there. So your choice becomes, do you want to be face up, or face down?"