Suck Val's cock

Your knees feel weak and wobbly, but you manage to climb to your feet. "Can you lie on your back?" you ask. "Or do your wings get in the way?"

"I can," Val says, looking around the floor. "It's more comfortable if I lie on gold, though."

"How about over here?" you say, pointing to a large mound of treasure. "Sort of reclined." Val climbs halfway up the pile, then flops onto one side and squirms onto his back, sliding back down in a musical cascade of chiming metal and winding up just where you want him.

You can see a slick indentation in his scales between his hind legs, above the base of his tail, his pale gray scales shiny with fluid. You run your fingers along the seam, spreading his scales, and the dark blue tip of his cock begins to emerge. It's not quite as thick as your own cock, and for a moment you feel disappointed that he's not bigger, but as more of his slick meat emerges, you realize that the tip is tapered, and his shaft widens considerably. Not only that, but he has a line of fleshy ridges along the underside of his shaft, like the teeth of a saw, but sort of soft and stiff at the same time, like the cartilage in your ears and nose.

You rub his cock, his flesh warm and solid in your hand, and he arches his back, his front claws opening and closing on empty air, like a cat kneading bread. You lean down and lick his cock, surprised to find him a little salty, a little sweet, rather like a caramel candy. You lick him again, running your tongue over that line of stiff ridges, and he makes a soft, mewling sound, needy and ****. Taking him into your mouth, you suck on his engorged flesh, and the muscular tissue quivers against your tongue.

"Oh...Oh, fuck!" Val gasps, all but writhing beneath you. "I've never felt anything like this!"

You pull back, licking his thick fluid from your lips. "Really? None of the others ever sucked your cock?"

"One of them tried to bite me once," Val says with a rumbling chuckle, "so I bit him. The sorcerer was not happy about that. He almost fired me, but dragons are usually proud creatures, and I'm the only one **** enough to participate in his games, and he knows it. Probably why he won't give me what I want; he knows he can't replace me. Oh, yeah," he moans as you lean over him again, slurping down his thick, throbbing cock. You bob your head, sucking and swallowing, until your lips are stretched tight around his shaft, unable to take any more. You squeeze the base with one hand, your fingers playing over the exposed ridges, and he bucks beneath you, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he spills his load down your throat.

Swallowing his seed, you pull back, watching as his cock loses color and softens, shrinking as it slips back inside his body. "How long until you're ready for act two?" you ask, rubbing your fingers along his slick slit.

"Not long," he pants. "Ohh, that feels good!"