Not as well as I'd hope.

Everyone is different. When it comes to getting down and dirty, nowhere is tis more evident. Even ignoring the obvious things like various fetishes and paraphilias, just the basics of how a body is set up mean everyone has different good points. To that end, my approach has always been 'attentive'. Keep slightly varying things until you find a weak spot, and then focus on that. However, that requires feedback. Feedback that, frankly, this dragon wasn't giving me-and I'd like to hope it's just because I'm missing something important.

Now, I could tell she wasn't entirely displeased-she at least allowed be to rise up my hands to grip her thighs-gently moving her around slightly. I mostly just used this implicit permission to bring her down further-more of her weight resting on me as I shoved my face more snugly against her depths-soon, my eyes once again useless as the entirety of my vision taken up by thigh meat. A split moment, I consider discarding this and just getting to the fight, but frankly, my own pride demands I keep it up. I've managed to pleasure all the last-I will not break my streak now!

Trying to think of something, my mind jumps into something potentially suicidal, might have dismissed it if I wasn't operating on an extra one: While the parts of her that were more scaly obviously were stronger, even the comparatively softer bits were probably tougher in general by sheer dint of being a dragon. So if she barely felt anything, I might simply need more ****. To that end, I root around under the clittoral hood untilthat nub is well peaking out -and then bite down on it.

My efforts were finally rewarded-a small cry coming from her. It was an almost hilariously girlish noise that contrasted agianst her stern form. Got it-so i can't go carefully on this one-need to use a lot of ****. Since my mouth can only do so much with that respect, I take advantage of the surprise to throw her on her back-freeing up be to use my hands a lot better on her. My lips go around one of her breasts and suck against that breath hard enough that breathing proves difficult to me, while I replace my tongue with my fingers in her slit, roughly prodding and pinching at the flesh inside.

Glad for the chance to actually see a bit more of her when she's like this, too see my effectiveness at work, I decide to fast-forward this process. If I can Mark her now, I won't even have to go through a fight. I hold one hand to her middle, trying to **** the spell out through the difficulty of keeping up what I was doing so she wouldn't catch on-hopefully until it's too late.