Wild, Feral Need

Mazrogal playfully gripped the back of her neck between his jaws to silence her as he felt his body grow stiffer by the moment. His heart thundered in his chest, his claws sank deeper into the ground, and his hips shivered with the urge to thrust deeper, faster, stronger. The male arched his back, then sank through the female’s opening so hard Zheradra’s tail trembled and tugged against his. She squeezed him hard harder and harder with each pull, coaxing him to follow her ploy, to rid himself of his precious seed.

But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not without her. With his back arched into the ideal thrusting position, Mazrogal rammed himself inside her, settling for a quick, intense, desperate pace that should hurl them both over the edge of their senses. So, he pumped his hips fast and hard against hers, snarling and hissing and whining and whimpering while he battered her with lewd squelches that sent both of their fluids splattering upon their kissing slits. Flesh met flesh in the lewdest of ways, and with each thrust, Zheradra raised her hips ever higher, tail curling and kneading around Mazrogal’s to encourage his mounting spree while a rumbling moan blazed within her throat.

Eyes closed, tongue lashing across the back of the female’s neck, Mazrogal bred his dragoness with wild, feral need, creating more friction, more stimulation, more arousal to fuel the flames of passion that consumed both of them. He entered her so easily right now, the amount of lubrication so copious that even his knot stretched her without a single whimper of discomfort from Zheradra. Mazrogal just needed to lean his body forth, and Zheradra’s muscles did the rest, molding around him like the perfect scabbard for his malehood. His cock slid into her out of its own accord, a perfect match for the snug tunnel that embraced him harder and harder every time. 

And it was tight! So tight, and so hot to Mazrogal’s young, untested cock. The heat became more intense with each thrust, blazing into an inferno no young dragon could ever hope to control.

Zheradra grabbed him by his throat, jaws trembling, teeth clattering on the hard scales for a few fickle moments. Her grip was so frail, that Mazrogal barely felt it as opposed to the tremors quaking her depths. A shudder traversed along her stiffening wings, dispersing into her rapidly trembling slit, and surfacing in a single, explosive gush of her thickest, smoothest, richest of nectars.

Zheradra whined, growled and squeaked as raw passion burst out of her, untamed and unbending. Her mating bite immediately vanished, replaced by soothing tongue strokes that begged Mazrogal to let go in unison with her and join her in the ubiquitous sea of pleasure. She pushed hard against the male’s cock to make sure she took him all in, then bathed him in the sweetest and hottest of releases, rocking her trembling hindquarters against his haunches as her vent spasmed with the finality of release.

Mazrogal stiffened, overtaken by the intensity of her climax. Her juices washed against his cock like a tide, spearing through the hole on his tip like a flaming spear, breaking through his wavering endurance. As if that wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, her muscles collapsed around the hard girth of his cock, squeezing tighter than ever. 

Mazrogal screwed his eyes shut, fighting back the blazing torrent welling within his slit with everything he had. Regardless of Zheradra’s request, and no matter the weakened state of his member that was barraged from all sides with no hope of reprieve, Mazrogal endured. Not for his sake, but for hers.

To prove to this incredible dragoness that, unlike with most other males, her needs came first.

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Mazrogal(C) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal/

Artwork done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/gardeaalgedo/