He tries to resist

He couldn't answer, the dragonling's entire being focused on keeping his teeth clenched and not letting slip anymore embarrassing noises.

The tiny, unformed claws digging painfully into his palms served as a poor distraction from Lunnara rubbing his head and gathering the oozing liquid as lube. Using her thumb and ring finger to form a circle below the crown, she gently applied a pulsing, constricting pressure that encouraged the flow of both his blood and precum. Small droplets of cum traced wet, pleasurable paths down his shaft. It was pure ****.

She cupped his chin, guiding him without **** or compulsion to stare into her almond eyes. "How proud you are, little one. But there's no need to hold back with mommy, she already knows all about her darling wyrmling." Give in, become my willing and gullible dragon **** already.

Letting her hand fall down to one of his balled up fists, holding it until she felt the grip ease then did same with the other. Never allowing his gaze to leave hers or her expression shift from that of a maternal caregiver, even as she glided down to his weighty balls. Her nails scraping the finely patterned, nearly translucent scales on the way, sending involuntary shivers down his spine.

They felt full of vitality, near bursting after the untold centuries locked away in the egg without the release Lunnara tantalizingly offered the dragon-spawn. On some level he knew she could keep him like this forever; firmly stroking his- no, no longer his shaft, but her plaything with a slick hand that slid across his foreskin while she tugged and toyed with his churning balls. Finding a steady rhythm.

Another squeeze, forceful enough to strangle his sex, finally dragged the answer she sought out of him. "Mo-mommy, it hurts!" His cry muffled as he buried his head into the soft cushion of her breast, leaving unsaid how much he had liked it. Ugh, tears. Kissing and sucking all around areola until he found the nipple. His tongue licking the engorged nub, becoming more confident as he heard her breath hitch.

"Yes...! Precisely like that, little one. Don't stop." Rewarding his filial diligence with her sweet and nourishing milk. Grow strong so you can destroy my enemies for me, my pet.

Unknown to the famished dragon busying himself with nursing and inexpertly fondling his newly minted mother's breasts, the sorceress appearance began to change. Her hips and ass swelled, same with her chest that sagged slightly as they expanded, spilling out of his probing fingers. The faint lines forming around her eyes further added to the illusion of age she had conjured with a silent glamour. All to bring him deeper under her spell. "You belong to mommy now." You belong to your mistress now. She cooed.

They continued, filling the silence of the grave with obscene noises and no longer restrained moans. At her urging, the dragon had shifted to her other nipple, having greedily latched onto it with his warm mouth. All the while, she was unrelentlessly teasing his shaft.

"So... so... something is happening!?" Pulling away from her nipple, confusion and fear in his voice. His cock was twitching furiously now, she could feel the vibrations run through her arm. Far too soon for Lunnara's taste and the dark elf knew she'd relish to opportunity to teach him proper endurance later.

"Let it cu-"

She didn't have time to finish before the dam violently burst open. Close together, there was no discrimination as he painted them both with the abundant sticky white substance. Turning her head, she could see tears streaming down his face, ashamed at what had happened.

Tenderly Lunnara removed the cum-stained cloak from his body. He was shivering, but not from the cold. Brushing away his dark hair she leaned in and ran her tongue across his cheek, leaving behind a trail of clear saliva as she cleaned away the cum. She continued down toward his neck.

There was more to the potent taste of his virile maleness than met the eye. She felt the pure, uncontaminated mana surge through her veins, strengthening her, every fiber of her being responding to the influx and greedily absorbing this unexpected source of power.

"What are you doing?" He squeaked, the pitch high almost to the point of breaking.

"Cleaning you, little one." Hands pushing against his pectorals, lovingly caressing the firm muscles hidden underneath his slight frame. This strength is mine, the sorceress crowed to herself. "My boy... is dirty... and there's no... bath around." Calmly explaining the situation in between her licking him, belying the excitement that thrummed within her.

"Mommy is dirty too." The protest sounding weak and unconvincing even to his own ears. "...since it's my fault that we're... ju-just let me help!" Not waiting for Lunnara to say anything, fearing she'd say no and that his courage would falter, he pressed his lips against a part of her exposed skin covered by a thin line of cum. Doing his best to hide the grimace when he tasted the salty liquid, but determined to not stop.

Her heart raced seeing him eagerly licking his own cum, too cute, enough for the mask to disappear for a brief moment. It was there again when he eventually caught her looking at him, reassuring him with her bright, motherly smile that he had done well. Unable to help himself, he did the same and tightly embraced her.

"You've made mommy very happy. How about we introduce you to your new home and get out of this dreary place?"