Cold Dragon (With picture link)

Calvo kicked at the rusted door of the converted cargo pod, which opened with a tortured squeal of protest. The inside was every bit as squalid as he had feared. A filthy matress stuffed with what looked to be straw, or the local equivalent, had been flung in one corner. Beside it a crudely constructed low table held an oil lantern, already lit: evidently power was not to be wasted around here on anything as unimportant as light. Strangely, there were also a relatively modern looking pair of chairs, perhaps left over from the original colony supplies, or looted from elsewhere. Most importantly though, there was a crude, noisy, but functioning heating unit mounted on one of the walls. The place was warm, and for that, Calvo was willing to forgive all its other faults. Not wishing to chance the matress and its possible cargo of tiny livestock, Calvo set the petite, naked oriental guardswoman on the shining metal of the floor, while he swiftly stripped off his own clothing.

Naked now, Calvo sat behind Dragon, pulling the woman back until she was between his spread legs, leaning back against his chest. Her smooth skin was cold against his, as he bagan rubbing and massaging her, trying to pummel life back in to guardswoman. He felt himself become powerfully erect, his cock pressing against her cool buttocks as he reached round , hands pressing against her belly, rubbing in slow circles upward over her small, pouty little tits. Her nipples were tight and pebbled by the cold, causing his shaft to ache even more with frustrated desire.

Finally, the little oriental woman gave a small shuddering gasp, and her body began to tremble uncontrolably. Her breathing began to slow and deepen, and Calvo almost cried out in relief when, some minutes later, her dark eyes at last fluttered open. She turned her head, confused, trying to focus on his face.

"C....Calvo?"

He nodded. Dragon held his gaze for a long moment, then glanced down , a tiny smile curving her soft lips. It was only then that Calvo realised his arm was still across her chest, and that his right hand was cupping right breast. He felt her nipple stir, grow turgid under his palm. She wriggled, pressing herself against him, his erection throbbing against her back with every beat of his heart.

"Mmmmmmmm........that feels nice. Well, prisoner, here I am...naked, helpless. What are you going to do about it?"

Calvo cocked his head, grinning, his storm gray eyes narrowing.

"Fuck you until you beg me to stop, guardswoman"

Dragon shifted, lay full length on the cool metal floor, spreading her smooth, supple thighs. Her bald pubic mound looked soft and inviting in the glow of the oil lamp, the puffy lips of her cunt gaping moistly.

"Thought you'd never ask...."

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