The Source of the Nectar

Katharina woke up with a loud, frustrated gasp. Irritated, she realized that it was her own hand that was massaging her breasts, while the fingers of the other were between her thighs. She felt wetness there and thought that she had started her period, although it was not yet time. She couldn't check because she was in complete darkness. She carefully held her wet hand in front of her nose, but didn't smell any blood.

She shivered in the cold air. The warmth of the dragon's body had disappeared. Had he left the cave and she was alone? No, she could hear its hissing breath. She carefully felt behind her with one hand and immediately grasped the scaly body, which now felt cooler than her own. The touch woke him up. A sleepy smacking was followed by heavy sniffing.

"What's that smell?" he mumbled curiously.

His tongue felt her back. Katharina shivered at the touch. Without having to see the beast and with the dream images of Roger's kisses in her head, the feeling was no longer quite so repulsive and she did not withdraw. The dragon lambent deeper and deeper in search of the source of the smell. When he licked through the ditch between her buttocks, it tickled and Katharina giggled softly, involuntarily spreading her legs a little. Only to gasp and freeze immediately afterwards.

The tip of his tongue had reached her overly sensitive labia and placed itself on them. Just like Roger's member in her dream. She moaned. The tongue probed further and soon the large, muscular organ covered the full length of her vagina and pressed against it. Moved back and forth. Trying to lick up the tantalizing taste. It was as arousing as it was confusing.

Katharina didn't know exactly what was going on inside her. The more the dragon licked her and purred with pleasure, the more of the liquid she seemed to produce. The tingling in her stomach was also back and became even stronger than ever before. The dream image of Roger overlaid her perception in the completely dark room. At one point, her tongue touched a point at the very front of her cleft, sending electric shocks through her body. Desire and reality mingled.

"Roger! I'm yours!" she whispered, losing all restraint, gasping and moaning louder and louder as he continued to lick her. She pressed herself against him and spread her legs as far as she could in her restraints so that he could get even closer to her.

The flexible tip of his tongue slipped between her labia in search of the source of the nectar. Katharina felt as if her dream was coming true. She remembered how wonderful she had imagined Roger kneading her breasts and tried it herself. In fact, the more she massaged herself and finally dug her fingernails into the sensitive, hard, erect nipples, the more beautiful and powerful her sensations became, while the dragon licked them harder and deeper, like a never-ending cup. The world around her had disappeared and she lived only for the sensations triggered by the tongue probing deep inside her. Suddenly, the warm, soft organ touched a place inside her that shut out all thought.

"Yes, yes! Just like that! Go on, please! Uh! Oh! More! More! Please! Yes. Yesaaaaaa!!!!!"

She exploded in an unprecedented feeling that washed away her conscious thoughts. Only after what felt like an eternity and with great difficulty did she regain control of her thoughts, her body and her perception. The dragon crouched above her and watched her with amusement. Subconsciously, she perceived a faint red light and felt the warmth he was now radiating again on her skin.

"You surprise me again, human female!"