Have Jasmine Pleasure Me

The night was young and I had plenty of energy to burn, setting down the wine as I spread my legs further, I leaned forwards to speak to the only other occupant within the immense throne room.

“Jasmine. My Desert Bloom.” I hissed slowly to the topless ‘Queen’, my forked tongue flicking out briefly to catch her scent. “Your services are, required.” Aiding her with one clawed hand, I helped her to climb onto my throne and kneel between by shapely legs.

The rich ruby-red tiara was all she had above her waist, thick firm breasts - that I had augmented for her - proudly on display. What else she wore was semi-transparent, and so I could still see her full pussy through the thin material. Simply thinking about it was easily sufficient to send the blood pouring into it, my meaty shaft pushing free of its confines, rising to attention, to receive attention.

“You may begin, when you are ready.” I commanded with a slight chuckle, one hand one the staff I kept with me, the other gently combing through her voluptuous black hair.

She certainly did not need telling twice with both her hands already on either side of my 24-inch cock, running slow circles around it. An act that sent pleasant tingling throughout my scaled body, forcing me to hiss in pleasure as my own hand slid down her back to catch her attire. Slowly, and only with great care, I dug one claw into the material, then another, and moved them apart while she began to use her tongue on me.

With most of her gorgeous ass free of its confines - along with half the back of her right leg - I brought the scrap to my snout, taking a long sniff to fill myself with her smell, eyes closed as I sighed in sheer pleasure.

She worked true wonders with those hands of hers, yet I still desired more. Perhaps I could work my own wonders on her, ensure she would have the size to cope when I took charge? Or was the night too young for that right now?