Stay

The ledge didn't seem so far away, but you failed to summon the willpower to emerge from the blankets.

Of course, the cold didn't bother your scales, but it was more comfortable to lay in the rags anyway. You curled up further inside them, burying your head underneath. What were you thinking? You couldn't stay here with the humans. It wasn't right.

As you laid curled up in your indecision, you imagined the the pile of rags was actually a stash of treasure. You sat on a mountain of warm coins, breathing lava-steamed air in a menacing red cavern. Mortals would quake at the mention of your name, and you would cook visiting knights to a crisp.

Your daydreaming was interrupted by a weight on your tail. One of the humans had stepped on you. You dove your head out of the sheets and hissed at the intruder. In a flash, he slammed something into your head, glancing off the scales of your right cheek.

You glanced back at the human and blinked. He had staggered backward and fallen to the floor with a yelp, staring at you with terrified eyes. You chuckled, forming a grin that was no doubt terrifying.

You slowly emerged from your pile of rags and crawled toward the human. His face was pale white and faded scars, and he wore armor of leather. He was not one of yesterday's trio.

As you approached menacingly, you subconsciously swung your hips and waved your tail. You could feel cool air moving behind your hips, and it generated a touch of excitement. In that moment, an idea came to you.

You pounced onto the human as he flailed backward, and reached your claws toward his pants. He screamed and battered his arms on your face.

Gripping his arms with your claws, you used your dragon tongue to drive a lick across his face. His hands moved to shield his face, and you gave them a lick as well. Your hand crept between his pants, and you worked to undo them.

Clothes. Why did humans wear them?

Finally, you pulled the cloth down to his legs and saw your reward.

The human uncovered his eyes and stared at you disbelief. Matching his eye, you reached downward with your muzzle and wrapped your dragon tongue around his length.

His eyes were no less amazed as he groaned."G-guys..." he called weakly.

He hardened in your mouth. You continued swirling your tongue around his shaft, taking advantage of its length. Another groan. You smiled.

You instinctively wagged your hips and tail in excitement. You blushed as the thought hit you: you probably looked like a dog. A dog in heat.

You took the dick further into your mouth to ward off the degrading thoughts. But your mind snapped back to what you were doing. You could taste the irony... literally.

"Ah, I see our slut has risen," said the large bandit with a hearty laugh, approaching the scene. You could feel your tail snapping upward with the announcement, further baring your buttocks to the cool air.

Three more bandits emerged, standing around you. You could feel your face turn red beneath your scales, and you cast your eyes downward to the shaft you were servicing.

"Don't stop on my behalf!" The large man pushed your head back down, and your throat was filled. With a twitch, the man you were servicing groaned and released his juices. You pulled off his softening length with a wet pop.

You fell onto your knees and swiveled your head to look at the group of four that stood around you. The large man stepped around you and you watched as he circled you. Finally, he grabbed the tip of your tail and gave it a tug. "Come on, now," he said expectantly, with a twirl of his fat finger, "on your fours."

The command aroused you, and you obeyed without hesitation, presenting your backside to him with a lifted tail. He shifted his hand down your tail, sending shivers into your spine. His hands reached your lower lips and held them open.

You could feel the outside air biting into your exposed lips, and you squeaked at the cold. The sensation ended as he pressed his tip on your libs, pouring ecstasy into your mind.

Another bandit stood in front of you—one of the ones from yesterday—and pressed his shaft against your cheek. You could feel its warmth on your muzzle, and you took it into your cheek, treating it with your tongue.

The man behind you entered, and the bliss increased tenfold. You pushed against eachother, and you purred into the dick entering your mouth.

The world faded away and became painted by pleasure; warm, wet movements against the cold. The large man uttered some praise you hardly heard, and it only drove your excitement all the more. The purring in your throat, the slapping of flesh on scales, the groans of the man in front of you—they all added to the crucible of bliss that you bathed in.

You serviced the man in front of you and swallowed his salty juices, running your tongue over your lips. He was replaced by another man you didn't know, his erection still a tent in his pants, a thrust behind you sending your head into it. Before you knew it, your tongue was its sheath.

A strange pressure emerged from under your tail, and you realized that the man behind you slipped a finger into your ass. The depravity sent you into overdrive, causing you to buck into him with all the more ****.

"You like that, you slut?" He said with another laugh. You could only answer with another purr. Or a moan. You hardly heard the squeals you produced.

And it all closed around you as thunder struck again, the familiar feeling of an orgasm domineering your nerves.

Not long after, he released inside you, and you fell to the ground with panting breaths.

You stared into the sky as icy air filled your throat. You could feel the liquid leaking out of your lower lips, and the frosty air brushing against it.

You closed your eyes and laid there for a while, taking in the pleasure.