He fucks you.

"I want you," Drakivicius breathes.

Just the sound of his voice is a sexual experience. "Then take me."

You lift your right knee higher, and he takes hold of it, hanging on while he reaches down between you to his cock. You get up on your toes, and he shifts down a little, guiding his cock until you can both feel that he's in the right place. Because he's holding you up against the bedpost, you can lift your left ankle and wrap it around his hips, just above his tail. Then he looks deep into your eyes and gives a slow push.

His cock slips into you, and you both gasp. You bite your lip while he changes his angle a little, and when he thrusts again, you lose track of everything for a few moments as a surge of ecstasy drowns you.

His draconic cock is everything you would want from a human cock, and his rhythm is strong but steady. You marvel at the way he feels when he moves deep into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, trusting him to support your hips with his strong hands. Close to your ear, his breathing quickens, and his fingers grip you tightly.

There are moments when you're aware of the creak of the bed and the sound of his gasps, and in between those, you're lost in a stormy sea whose waves hurl you up into the heavens. You expect at any moment the breathtaking rush of his climax, but he keeps holding you, keeps moving against you, into you, and you're happy to let him do this as long as he likes.

You become aware of a new need, somewhere deep in your body. It ignites and grows, and you give him a squeeze with your thighs. "Oh don't stop," you whisper, "oh please yes ... yes, yes, ohh ..."

He picks up a little haste, and it's exactly what you need. You moan, almost pleading, letting your head fall back, surrendering yourself as your fever builds. Finally one deep thrust is just too much, and you shout with **** joy, thrusting your hips at him, yanking at the scarf, digging your heels into the small of his back. You gasp and cry out as delicious, impossible, wonderful shockwaves crash through you, amplified by Drakivicius's every motion.

You think you might be about to catch your breath when you feel him grow inside you. He gives a few more rapid thrusts, and you have only a moment to brace yourself before he swells and bursts and you shout right along with him. His need is overwhelming, and you give yourself up to his strong arms and his gasps, and to the feel of him throbbing deep within you.

When his grip finally relaxes, you're both panting and sweating and staring into each other's eyes. "That was incredible," you whisper. "Do it again."

"I'm going to need a few--AH!"

He gasps and his wings twitch as you give him a squeeze of your cunt. You grin at him, then snap your fingers. The enchanted scarf vanishes, allowing you to bring your arms down and wrap them around Drakivicius's neck, holding him close. "Take me to bed," you tell him.