His muzzle drew close to her pussy, taking the briefest sniff of her arousal before rising back up. Swyena had trembled, fingers digging into stones that had been as large as her head a moment ago, bracing herself, unable to wait. What had almost stopped her heart, though, was the moment she had somehow missed in all japan her fantasizing between the time she was told what was to happen and the moment itself. When the drake had mounted her, it had crawled atop her body, laying against her as tenderly as any man. Its blunt head perched at the tip of a neck as long and sleek as a swan's, and its eyes had regarded her, meeting her own gaze. She had looked back at the drake, her nervousness suddenly gone, stilled by a growing shock in recognizing the emotion dwelling in those eyes. The drake, whatever the Dragonbrides and her teacher had told her, already loved her. That thought filled her head as the dragon pressed its body firm against hers, the heat of its shaft against her slit making her gasp. She could not resist lifting her hands to stroke the dragon's spine, to feel its strong back and reach down to guide it inside her. It seemed surprised, but not enough to stop. The tight heat of her was enough to trigger its instincts beyond recall, and it let out a sound of pleasure as it plunged inside her, the noise twining with her own moan as the drake took her maidenhead. The pain was so sweet, the feeling of the dragon's cock so intense, that japanese it soon seemed to her that the world had gone away except for her and her mate. Heedless of what the watching Dragonbrides would think, she had caressed every inch of that perfect, predatory body, even going so far as to kiss his muzzle before her lips broke away in a cry of orgasm. She could not lift her legs to twine them around her lover, but her toes curled and her thighs trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, shocks of pleasure coursing up her spine as the thrusting shaft inside her set off a surge of ecstasy like she had never felt before. The final perfection of that day was that the drake, eyes still locked upon her own, finished with her. With a roar, he had dug his claws into the ground above her shoulders, neck twined against her body, scales rubbing against her breasts. The flare at the tip of his cock swelled, and she felt more sweet pain as it stretched her just below her womb, locking itself deep inside her. The heat of the cum he filled her with was beyond anything she knew a man's fetish could be, almost burning her inside, like hot wax filling her up. It asian was the most wonderful feeling, even better than her own orgasm, to know that she had made him cum. She almost cried with happiness, stroking her lover's neck over and over while the dragon panted in her ear, the dragon that was now hers for the rest of her life. It was everything she'd ever wanted, and that getting it had felt so good had only made it seem so much more right. Kissing Dumin one last time as he had pulled out of her, she had laid there, basking in the sun and her afterglow while the dragon puzzled how to pick up a creature as large as he was, snapping at other drakes who wanted to mate with the magnificently large female they smelled. The hot cum leaked out of her, dribbling over her asshole and onto the ground, making her tremble and feel faint regret that she couldn't really carry the dragon's eggs. She loved him enough even then that she would have done it, even knowing what it meant. It had taken an effort of will to press the spot in the center of the talisman that disabled the size-changing effect, slowly reducing her to original size until she laid upon the smooth clean stone, the furrows dug by her massive fingers as she had clutched at the ground in her pleasure scoring the ground to either side of her. After fending off one last male, the dragon had turned to her, and with the problem of her size solved, it wasted no time on wondering how or why she had shrunk before bending down to allow her to scrabble onto his back. The cum had not shrunk with her, and hot gouts of it leaked down into her legs as she shakily stood up to climb on, her belly protruding a little from how much filled her. She liked the feeling, even though it hurt a little to be stretched full. Climbing up, working the muscles of her belly as she scrabbled onto his back, she thought she even liked how it hurt a little, as long as she knew it hurt because she had made her dragon feel good. Seating herself against the drake's spine that first time, in the spot at the base of his neck where an impregnated female dragon would cling, she had contented herself that the rest of his cum would stay inside her as they rode away for their first flight. He would want to feed her, and she would have to eat, but after that she would return to saddle and bags packed, waiting for her to strap them on while her dragon fed. There was no waiting with a dragon - when she returned, she would have as long as it took him to finish eating to saddle him and dress, then they would be off to fly and wander the world until a call came. As the drake beat his wings for his first flight with his bride, Swyena had laid herself against his neck, protected from the wind by the arch of his spine. Stroking his scales with her hands and holding on tight, she had closed her eyes, focusing only on the feel of her dragon, the sensation of his cum inside her and the sweet ache of their mating that remained. "Your name is Dumin," she crooned lovingly, listening to his wings beat, watching the ground fall away. "And you are mine." Smiling with fond remembrance of that first flight, Swyena looked around again, almost dry after the bath, the sun now well above the horizon bizarre and the ground below them considerably less hilly. “I've been talking to your gentleman friend downstairs, “ he slurred slightly, “he still seems convinced that you are a runaway slave he appraised last week.” She shuddered at the sensation and felt naughty to be putting herself on display. I scolded. Kasim…he’s dead.” After he’d filled my pussy, we lay there and talked about our days. I have never seen one like it since. We met the guy named Dante. Occasionally japan stopping at small villages. “She’s my wife, it should be me.” Rodney touched her breast. Copyright 2018 He watched. We just sat and watched our spouses in awe. “What really counts is how you learn from your mistakes and do better bizarre next time.” I pulled his jeans to his knees. I sat on the floor of my fetish living room, completely naked, my size D voluptuous breasts finally free from their prison. He helped Rick to his feet, and the two white men followed the lanky black youth to the pool. My orgasm built and built, a massive celebration of this moment. You all worship me! Obey me!” He will show you the joys of mixed pleasure and pain. Sandeep did get surprised that his cock was going almost effortlessly after few days. Ajay pressed himself and his member upon her body and getting the maximum contact, he started to jerk his cock over Anju's body. Her tit's couldn't have been more than a 34"B and Pinkie guessed correctly the girl had some good reasons to be jealous of her big jugs. Juan and Christina Martinez were now in prison, each sentenced to long prison terms. "Stay still bitch..." he growled again as he slowly took the knife from her japanese throat, watching his terrified little lover stay motionless in asian fear.