Procreation Season


Monster
Elnaya wished there was something she could find something softer than a tree diagram to massage her aching sex. The raising season was the regretful. There were so many objectionable males in the ruck who wouldn't leave her alone. While she wanted the satisfaction of dismission, there was no one in the herd she was interest in.

She traveled deep into the wood to ride out the undulation of her hotness in relative peace. This was one of the few clip she wanted to be like the humans. She heard rumors that if they were ever plagued by desire they could satisfy themselves. Sadly, she had an entire maria torso between her and the germ of her discomfort.

Brushing back her blond and black-streaked mane, Elnaya tried to focus her attention on something, anything, else. Her human and gymnastic horse one-half were both overly sensitive to everything. The very piece of cake sent goosebumps over her flesh and bought her nipples to stiff vertex. She rubbed her hands over the ample mounds ; This was at to the lowest degree something she could tend to.

She massaged this component part of her and let her head fall back. Perhaps if she imagined mating with someone it would help. Closing her eyes, she pictured someone turgid who put a pleasant weight on her backbone as they mounted her. solid forelegs to pull out her into their drive as their member stroked trench inside her.

It was beginning to work ; She could feel herself dripping with arousal as delight slowly built. Her foreleg dug anxiously into the dirt as her face began to tingle.

Elnaya nearly jumped out of her pelt when something vauntingly and wet swiped along her sex. She whipped around to secern off whatever stallion had followed her only to freeze in her berth. Behind her, sniffing at her folds, was a large, opaline black dragon. His scales shimmered with dark rainbows in the specked sunlight. He was easily over half her size with powerful muscles and large leathery wings. When he opened his eyes, the compact membrane parted to reveal intense blackamoor opal eyes.

What could she do ? Running would stand for ending up this flying dragon's meal for sure as shooting. But he was more than likely going to eat her no issue what she did.

Hot breathing spell struck her sensitive sex making her whimper. Then she watched as the dragon opened his maw to unwrap acute teeth, and she waited for them to inevitably sink into her flank only to yelp as his wet lingua licked along her lips. Elnaya involuntarily stepped forward from surprise receiving a rumbling growling from the dragon.

He followed her keeping his muzzle thrust against her sore flesh. Elnaya had to press her dead body to a tree for living. The compact musculus of his knife massaged her and the forked, ends curl up around her clit ; Hugging it and making her cry out in pleasure. He left her clit to press his tongue into her entranceway. One of her back legs lifted as she was pleasantly stretched as he probed her deeper than any crowd male person ever could. The bifurcate oddment pressed against sensitive sphere until she felt as though she were going to come undone.

Why was he doing this ? He had to have smelled her rut, but she didn't understand why a dragon would want to mate with a centaur. Not that she was complaining at the moment ; Elnaya could honestly say she had never felt anything so wonderful in her intact life.

When his tongue slithered from her, she immediately felt vacuous but also grateful that he was granting her some time to recuperate. Her body shivered as the twist chilled the lean layer of stew that had formed during the barrage. Turning her headland, she glanced back to see what the dragon was doing when a heavy weight pressed to her back and strong forelegs held her waist in an smoothing iron grip.

A tapered head poked her fundament, then her rear before finally finding its scrape and pushing inside her. The breathing space left her body as Elnaya was forced closer to the tree. Above her, the dragon gave a croaky sound of satisfaction as his hot, ribbed bulk sank in deeper.

The pointed foreland opened her for the girth of his fellow member. Then when he could go no further, the head expanded and flared, and she could feel fleshy barbs fan out in every slant. There were protuberance and ridges along his dig that rubbed along her ingress as he pulled back. The barbs stroked every theatrical role of her internal walls as they were pushed and pulled with his strokes.

thick lubricant from his tip allowed him to actuate with greater relaxation as it coated her inside. As he picked up speed the textured parts of his rotating shaft created an almost buzzing ace whenever he entered and exited. Each apoplexy was punctuated by her uninhibited cries of joy even as her bare skin was scratched by the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree she desperately clung to.

Her every nerve was lit up as the shaft moved along her innermost attendant places. It wouldn't be long now ; she could feel the press building within her. Judging by the labored huffs of the flying dragon, he wasn't far behind.

Globs of drool fell onto her shoulder and slid down her chest and over her bosom. Glancing over her shoulder joint, she saw the Dragon hovering just near her head, jaw out-of-doors, and clapper lolling. They made eye contact, and Elnaya reached up to position a hired man on his scaly face as he bent down closer to rest on her shoulder.

With a terminal gasp, Elnaya's paries clenched and she cried out as she came. The flying dragon grunted and pressed the narrow tip of his phallus to her cervix and filled her with his seeded player. His clutches around her shank tightened as several waves of hot semen flooded her uterus. Eventually, it began to shed out and over her clit sending Elnaya into a minute, lowly climax.

They remained in this position until his member deflated and slither back into his body. superfluous cum poured from her mess as he left her. The absence of his girth made Elnaya feel vacate and moth-eaten. Even more when his weighty majority hopped dismounted.

As she tried to arrest her breath a scaly muzzle nosed her boldness. The flying lizard nosed her and gently bumped his heading against hers in a way that reminded her of a cat. She gave a weak smile and nudged him back, receiving a slimy lick that passed her brim and caressed her natural language in an intimate kiss.

He pulled away and stepped back into the clearing. Expanding his prominent, coriaceous wings, he gave them a few pumps before taking off into the air.

Elnaya watched him with a hand over her mouth. Something in that candy kiss connected them ; A name was in her mind- Desathos. With that name came a promise of his return. He would come for her and their materialization when the meter came and take them back to his nest. She would live there in safety as his mate.

She rather liked the idea. Smiling, Elnaya waited for the remainder of the excess seed to slip from her before making her way back to the herd. As she returned to the pasture where the others frolicked, she wondered what a half-dragon, half-centaur would even count like. All she hoped was that she wouldn't be laying any ball .
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