The Dragon

It was the same black dragon from ealier that you had fucked. She was clearly annoyed given her snarling visage, piercing amber eyes scanningbaround the area, but immensely aroused given her twitching and leaking hard on. She was looking around and sniffing the air as she lightly fondled the tip of her cock.

You had no doubt in her mind she was still a little upset about what you did earlier. Not that you regretted it. A good lay is angood lay.

She sniffed the air for a few more seconds until she locked onto your area and you had to resist the urge the swear... now that you thought about it, could you talk? In fact, did you have powers? You already knew other monsters could, usually, so why not you?

If you could, they would definitely come in handy for the dragon stomping over to your position right about, cock swaying, and tits shaking. You had to pry your eyes from that and looked towards the crops.

You concentrated and thought about bindings. You imagined that dragon nice and wrapped up, either enough for you to flee, or better yet, to fuck. Anything you could to preventive that dragon from plowing your fat ass into the ground.