Take it slow until she is begging me to fuck her

You take your time, letting the anticipation build as you peel off your weathered shorts, the fabric sliding down your muscled thighs to reveal the full extent of your draconic endowment. Your massive cock springs free, nearly a foot of thick, throbbing flesh, veins pulsing along its length, while your swollen balls hang heavy, taut with pent-up need. Lirien’s eyes widen, her jaw dropping slightly as she takes in the sight, her playful bravado giving way to raw awe. “Gods above and below,” she breathes, her voice a mix of shock and delight. “You weren’t kidding about packing, were you?”

You step closer, savoring her reaction, and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. Your lips claim hers with a fierce edge, your tongue teasing hers as your hands roam her body, tugging the last of her leather tunic free. Her skin is warm and soft against your scales, and as you press yourself against her, your cock brushes her stomach, leaving a faint smear of precum on her flesh. She gasps into the kiss, her hands clutching at your shoulders, nails digging into your scales as you guide her toward the straw mattress.

You ease her down onto the bed, the frame creaking under your combined weight, and climb atop her, your powerful form looming over her slender one. But you don’t plunge in—not yet. Instead, you tease her, your hands tracing the curves of her hips, her breasts, her thighs, stoking her desire as your tail coils around one of her legs. Your cock throbs against her inner thigh, aching to claim her, but you hold back, letting the tension build. She squirms beneath you, her breath hitching as your fingers brush closer to her core, her body arching toward you in silent plea.

Finally, you shift, aligning the tip of your aching cock with her entrance, the heat of her slick folds kissing your sensitive flesh. You pause there, locking your golden eyes with her green ones, your voice a low, gravelly growl. “If we do this, Lirien, I’m going all the way. No pulling out. I’ll fill you up—every last drop. You ready for the best fucking of your life?”

Her pupils dilate, her chest heaving as she stares up at you, caught between lust and the weight of your words. For a moment, she hesitates, her lips parting as if to speak, but then her hands grip your scaled hips, pulling you closer. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “Gods, yes—do it. I want it all.”

The curse surges, a tidal wave of feral hunger, and your restraint hangs by a thread.