Kalinth's gambit

“First time inside a female?” 

Her playful warble was jarring to Doravar’s ears, as were her taunting licks across the very wound she created. He wished for nothing more than to bite into her throat and tear it open, but his very body betrayed him. The harder and longer he grew, the more overpowering the immense pleasure coursing through him became, until all he could do was close his eyes and focus on holding his seed from bursting forth into Kalinth. 

“You can try, but you won’t succeed,” Kalinth sang, nuzzling and placing a most insulting lick across his nostrils, an area reserved only to his future mate. “You will forget the stories. You will forget why you are here. You won’t even care that I bested you, for everything fades away when you are inside a female.”

Her hips began to slowly move like the waves of the sea, pushing his cock deeper into her, then lifting herself only a little, so that her fleshy lips retreated from the taut, overly sensitive ridges lining his base. Having never been inside a female, Doravar squeezed his eyes tight and clenched his jaws as hard as he could, wishing to give her no whimper, no roar, no sound of submission to her whims. 

And yet, she was so warm, her rhythm so suave, her depths so soft and pleasant to his member. Sporadic shudders coursed through her, the contractions too much to his swollen spaded tip that bloated with unspent seed. Her nether lips teased his ridges far too frequently and often, continuously swallowing and spitting them out moist with her juices. And her tongue…the way she licked him proved irresistible to Doravar who, against all his efforts, cried out a pathetic whimper as he broke loose inside her. 

“Mrr…mrrah….mraaaaahhhh,” Doravar whined between the overwhelming pulses of his rock-hard shaft. Fully hilted inside her, with her muscles clamping down on him, his seed spurted out of him in thick, rich lances, each of them stronger and more demanding than the previous. They chipped away at his sanity, making him lose himself in a realm different than the physical one, where his union with this dragoness was all that mattered. 

“Ra…raaaaah,” Doravar mewled as the intensity of that outlandish feeling began to die down, his breath finally beginning to return to him. With foggy, tear-drenched eyes from his climax, he looked down at Kalinth, and at how his first, abundant seed flowed out of her and marred their underbelly scales. 

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He might never admit it, but Doravar's one very lucky dragon. I hope you enjoyed this little story that details the lewd happenings between those two. It was supposed to be just a short lewd description to this artwork I got for my friend Dragonwise, but it grew a little larger and I decided to write an actual story that you can find here. It's short and sweet :D https://www.patreon.com/posts/mounted-by-short-29767345

Kalinth the blue dragoness(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonwise/

Doravar the red dragon(c) belongs to me

Art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/greydragonofthenorth/