Mina, Ponyville, and The Rod of Spike
Lonely Thoughts (masturbation)
Mina let out a sigh as she entered the little one room apartment above the comic book shop that she called her den. Stretching out her back, wings, and arms, she made her way to her little drawing desk. While there were parts of the job she did not enjoy, like having to take inventory and fill out order forms, she did love her shop, and found it pretty lucrative. However, simply selling comic books was not what she wanted to with her life.
No, she wanted to make comics.
Grabbing her sketchbook, she flipped through the pages of some of her past attempts and ideas, and trying not to think too much about how she felt about the much older (and poorly made or thought out) pieces that she had. Finally, she reached the pages of her most recent attempt: a dramatic story based off of what happened last year with the fire snail.
Some of the designs were easy. Princess Luna, she made larger and curved the horn, as well as making her regalia look more like armor. The fire snail was also made larger than the actual one, with spikes along the shell. Her own counterpart was a bit more idealized: taller, more muscular, with longer, sleeker horns, and more powerful wings.
Then came the one she had the hardest trouble with: Spike. She had several drawings of him as the cute little dragon that he was, but there was nothing very impressive or heroic looking about him. And considering all he had done in his life, he should look impressive and heroic. In one design for the comic, she had given him the classic superhero look. He was tall and muscular, with a square jaw and confident smirk. It looked good for the most part, but it was not the right kind of hero to Mina.
Grabbing a hold of her pencil, she began working on a different idea. Maybe instead of making him like a superhero, she could make him more like a detective-style character. Not as tall or as muscular as a superhero, but taller than he actually was, and a little leaner. She could put him in a dress shirt and tie, with a long trench coat and a fedora.
No.
No.
NO!
NO!
With a growl of frustration, Mina tossed the pencil and book back onto the table. While she did like the idea, she could not see it right. Not when she put it on paper, and not in her head. Maybe if she slept on it, she would get a better idea of how she wanted the character to look.
Or maybe she could go visit him. She had been planning on having some renovations done on the shop, and lord knew she could use a vacation. As such, she could probably go down to Ponyville, see Spike, and get to know him better. Spending time with him would help her figure out what kind of dragon he is, and help develop what his comic book counterpart would be like.
Plus, she would be within riding distance of Canterlot. Maybe they could go there and she could meet Princess Luna again. Only... not get so excited that she passes it.
Feeling confident, she wrote a quick letter asking about visiting, and would mail it in the morning.
With the letter finished, Mina went to bed. Unfortunately, she suddenly found herself unable to sleep. In fact, she found herself suddenly feeling very restless.
As she laid there, staring up at the ceiling, one hand pressed against her stomach. Mina stroked her way down, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her softer underbelly scales. She continued further down, slipping between her legs. Her finger-pad touched the outer edge of her vaginal lips, tracing slowly, gently, along the length. Small, teasing tingles of pleasure flowed through her thighs and stomach.
Reaching the top of her nether-lips, Mina traced down along the opening, applying just enough pressure to barely part them. Tender, sensitive, wet flesh was touched just enough for it to be noticed as it was traced down to the base before moving back up.
Mina's eyes closed and a small gasp escaped her as she touched the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She circled the button of pleasure, sending little thrills of pleasure, and being very careful not to accidentally use her claw.
Shifting, she lifted one leg, spreading her folds open further. She pushed her finger into herself, sinking in to the knuckle. Her walls gripped down on the digit, squeezing it tightly with the warm, wet muscles. Pulling out, she stroked up along her length, leaving the sticky feminine fluid on her nether lips as she worked her way up to rub her clit again.
This time, she stroked directly over the sensitive nub. A gasp caught in her throat as she touched it, sending a shock of pleasure through her body. No matter how many times she played with herself, that first touch was always intense. Not instantly orgasm intense, unfortunately, but enough that it always surprised her and brought her a lot closer to her release.
Not that she always wanted to climax instantly, but there would be times in it was nice.
Other times -- like now -- teasing was part of the fun.
Sliding the digit down, she slipped it into herself, pushing it as deep as she could reach. Pulling out, she stroked her way up, rubbing over her clit before pushing down and in once again. The motion repeated, then again and again. It became a singular, constant rhythm: up, across, down, in, and out. Each thrust into herself and stroke of her sensitive button of nerves sent thrills through her, bringing her closer and closer to release and ultimate pleasure.
Mina shifted, tail wrapping around one leg. She reached down with her free hand and gripped her thigh, squeezing firmly as she ran her claws along her scales. The muscles underneath twitched and flexed at the slight hint of pain that mixed with her pleasure.
Adjusting her hand and hips, she inserted a second digit into herself. No longer did she pull the fingers out of her sex. Instead she pumped them back and forth, pushing as deep into herself as she could while her palm rubbed against her vaginal hood.
Biting her lip, she worked more and more. The time for teasing had passed. Now she just wanted to get off.
Finally, she reached her breaking point. Throwing her head back, fire escaped from her maw as she cried out in pleasure, adding another layer of soot to her ceiling. The muscles in her thighs and stomach tensed as her inner walls clenched down, squeezing down on her exploring digits as tight as they could. Feminine fluid poured out of her folds, soaking her hand and crotch.
As her orgasm ended, Mina felt a little more relaxed and worn out. After quickly cleaning, she went back to bed.
This time, she went to sleep pretty fast, although with a hint of disappointment that there was no one she could curl up against to do it.
Mina, Ponyville, and The Rod of Spike
Mina sat looking out the train window, wings spread wide as she watched the country going by. It was so exciting! She had spend her entire life in Fillydelphia, and rarely even left the Dragon Town. Now, she was traveling halfway across Equestria, and seeing the countryside.
Maybe when she headed back, she would fly by wing, and camp out. She could sleep out on the road. Catch what she wanted to eat. No bed. No shower.
...No. That just sounded terrible. She would absolutely not do that. She would take the train back. It would be faster, and they at least had blankets and pillows.
Seeing the country and visiting a small town was nice, but in the end, Mina was a city girl.
As Ponyville got closer, Mina's excitement grew. Not only was she going to see Spike again, but meet Princess Twilight Sparkle, and see The Castle of Friendship and maybe meet some of the other Elements of Harmony. It was all so exciting, like going to an amusement park or something.
Once the train pulled into the station, she had to resist the urge to either rush down the train and out the doors, or simply open the window and fly out. The latter was especially tempting. Why did pegasi not do that? Instead they, and she, waited, letting some of the other ponies get past before making for the exit.
"Mina!" a voice called out as she stepped off the train. "Mina!"
Spike stood on a bench, waving an arm to get her attention. Something about him seemed different though. Had he gotten taller? More muscular? Maybe he simply had his scales extra polished, or had somehow become more chromatic? Mina just could not place it. Maybe she was imagining it?
Mina made her way toward Spike, who hopped off the bench and made his way over. The two hugged, and Mina could feel the heat coming of Spike. Dragons had always been warmer than ponies, which made sense considering they were capable of breathing fire, but like ponies, how warm a dragon was did still vary from one to the other, and Spike was definitely on the warmer end of the spectrum.
He also had an interesting aroma. Not as earthly as most other dragons, with something akin to a thunder storm.
"Glad you could make it," Spike said as they pulled apart.
"Thanks for having me," Mina replied. She looked around, eyes wide and wings flickering. "This all so amazing. This place looks so different from Fillydelphia. So small, and quaint, but so much has happened here." She turned back to Spike.
"So, when will we get to meet Princess Twilight Sparkle? And see her and the others fight off a monster?"
This got a chuckle Spike, who rubbed at the back of his head.
"Actually, about that..."
He took a deep breath.
"Twilight and her friends have been called to Canterlot. It my just be normal matters, but most likely they've been called to deal with some sort of kingdom-wide threat. They may be back later today if the danger shows up here in Ponvyille, or it may be a day or two if it's somewhere else in Equestria."
"You mean I could be here during an actual attack and see them save the day?" Mina cried out, eyes wide. "Red Rubies! That would be the greatest thing ever! Seeing Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends actually fight a monster and save Equestria up close."
"Uh...yeah..." Spike said, rolling his eyes some. "That... that's great..."
He cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I figured I could give you a quick tour of Ponyville while we head for the castle, then give you a full and proper one after we drop off your bags."
"I only have the one," Mina stated, patting the messenger bag at her side, "and after being on the train for so long, a chance to walk around and stretch my legs would be nice." She pulled out a camera. "Especially if it means I can get a few pictures of the place before it gets dark."
"Sure. Where do you want to start?"
It turns out Mina wanted to start with the town center. It was where Nightmare Moon -- and thus, Princess Luna -- first appeared after her long banishment. She also wanted to go to The Castle of The Two Sisters, but Spike managed to talk her out of this since it would probably be dark by the time they got there as well as all the dangers they would face. It also helped that he took her to the statue of Nightmare Moon instead, where Luna had celebrated her first Nightmare Night with the ponies of Ponyville.
After a stop at Carousel Boutique, where they just stood outside long enough for Mina to take some pictures, and at Sugarcube Corner, where they managed to get some cupcakes with crushed gemstones on them (which was the greatest thing Mina had ever eaten in her life), the pair made their way toward Twilight's castle. As they went, Spike told Mina more in-depth stories of some of the things that had happened since they had seen each other.
"So, you're telling me," she said slowly, "that you're responsible for the current dragon lord? And you befriended a changeling, that went on to become their new leader?"
"Yeah," Spike confirmed, smiling proudly.
"That's amazing!"
"I know." Spike shifted, looking away. "And... I kind of have you to thank for it."
"Me?" Mina stopped, turning to look at Spike directly. "What did I do? I was nowhere near The Dragonlands, or The Crystal Empire."
"No," Spike conceded. "But you were the one who reminded me not to judge all members of a race on some of them, which helped me believe Thorax when he told me he didn't want to attack ponies and steal love like other changelings. And you did encourage me to trust and believe in myself more, which helped me not only work with Ember, but believe that she would be a good choice a leader for the dragons." He gave a shrug. "So, you helping me back in Fillydelphia led me to helping them in turn."
Mina looked away, feeling a strange sensation in her cheeks. It felt kind of like when she held her flame in her mouth or had lava splashed onto her cheeks. It was kind of weird, and she found it a little difficult to look at Spike while it happened.
Eventually, the pair reached the castle. Once there, Spike once again took the lead, giving Mina a quick tour of the places.
Which included something she had not expected to see.
"'Please do not eat the castle,'" she read aloud from the sign. "Is that something that has happened?"
"Yes," Spike said before moving on, not elaborating further.
After a brief tour which included the map-room, the kitchen, one of the bathrooms, and Spike's room, the two of them came to the room that Mina would be staying in. It was pretty basically set-up, with a bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a small bookshelf with a single book on it.
"That's a copy of The Friendship Journal," Spike explained. "Twilight thought you might like a copy if you didn't have one already."
With a small gasp, Mina grabbed the book and opened it. Blue eyes wide, she flipped through the pages, looking at the bits of story from each of The Elements of Harmony.
"Red rubies!" she cried out, giving it a hug. "Maybe I can get them all to sign it!"
"I'm sure they would love to," assured Spike.
Setting the book back on the shelf, she turned back to the other dragon.
"This is already going great," she cried out as she pulled him into a hug. "I just got here, and already enjoying myself so much. Thank you, Spike." Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his.
AAAAAAAHHHHH! Mina mentally screamed as she realized what she had done. What she was doing? And why was she not stopping?!
Spike began returning the kiss. His arms wrapped tighter around her as he pushed up, pressing his lips more firmly against hers. His grip on her backside slid down, claws stroking around the base of her tail.
The touch sent thrills of pleasure through the dragon. Tightening her own grip, her hips began to rock back and forth as her body wanted to both press against the claws on her backside, and the dragon in front of her.
Mina's felt her mouth being opening as Spike did the same. His tongue slipped out to play across hers, the two quickly became intertwined.
Something started pressing against her stomach. Pulling back, she looked down, and let out a gasp as the kiss broke apart.
There stood Spike's erection, throbbing and twitching. Mina had never seen an actual cock before. Closest had been anatomy books and a couple of her more mature comics. It looked different in real-life. More... three-dimensional.
Looking down, Spike gasped out as he realized that his cock was out and hard. The purple of his cheeks grew darker as he reached down, trying to cover it.
"Sorry," he said, shifting to try and hide his erection. "I don't know what happened. Normally I'm a lot better of controlling it." He took a step back, moving toward the door. "Just give me a few minutes and--"
"Can I touch it?"
"...what?" Spike asked, tilting his head.
Mina could understand his confusion. She could not believe she had set that. Or what she said next.
"Can I touch it?" she repeated. "I've never seen an actual cock before." She could feel her face heating up again. Her tail twisted around to her, letting her grip and squeeze it. "I'd like to know what one feels like."
Spike shifted, licking his lips as he looked at Mina. She could see the gears working as he tried to decide whether to let her or not. Hoping to encourage him, she put on her best wide eyed and pleading look. It would probably have been better if she were not a dragon, but it could not possibly hurt to try.
"Okay," he agreed. "Let me just get comfortable, and you can explore it to your heart's content."
Moving past Mina, Spike hopped up onto the bed and sat down. Leaning back, he rested on his arms and spread his legs wide. His cock stood up for the most part, sagging slightly and looking a little smaller.
"Alright, go ahead."
Grinning and wings flicking in excitement, Mina approached the prone and waiting Spike. The moment her hand wrapped around the length, she felt it twitch and start to thicken again. It was firm and muscular like a tail, but without scales. The skin was hard to describe. She had never really felt anything like it before. It was smoother and softer than even the finest scales, but was not a wet or soft as her own inner depths.
The length twitched as a small bead of fluid formed on the tip of it.
Mina remembered seeing something like that in one of her comics. Trying to re-enact what she thought she remembered, she leaned closer and opened her mouth. Her serpentine tongue slipped out, running over the tip and licking of the thick fluid.
It tasted bitter and salty. How did others actually enjoy it?
The smell of it however, something about that was intoxicating. Leaning forward, she pressed her nose against the underside and took a deep breath, letting the aroma fill her nostrils.
The word masculine filled her brain.
Mina gripped the length tighter as she closed her eyes. Her tongue slid out further, wrapping around the length. It tightened its hold, pulling the shaft to point toward mouth.
The moment the tip hit the back of her throat, she regretted it.
Pulling away, she coughed, trying to get past the urge to gag.
"Are you okay?" Spike asked, leaning up to look at her.
"Yeah." Mina let out one more cough. "I'm fine." She wiped at her mouth. "Just, it seemed so much easier in the comics. Normally, they're, like, able to take the entire thing in their mouth or something."
"Well, we can stop if you want." Spike's eyes narrowed. "Or..."
"'Or,' what?"
Spike shifted, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, I have read a couple of books on sex myself. If you're willing, you could lay down, and I can try some of what I read."
Mina considered it pretty quickly. It would be nice to feel like what it was like with another dragon, and she was kind of worked up herself. Plus, she had initiated things, and Spike had let her explore him. So, she would get a break, get some pleasure, and be returning the favor. Really, she did not see a downside to it.
"Sure," she answered. "What do you want me to do?"
Hopping off the bed, Spike smile and gave it a pat.
"Just lay down and get comfortable," he stated. "And let me know if you don't like anything."
"Alright. I can do that." Climbing onto the bed, Mina laid on her stomach, wings stretching wide before laying out at her side. Her legs spread wide as her tail lifted and shifted to the right, exposing her nether-lips. Her toes curled tight as she became a little nervous at the prospect of what she was doing.
Spike approached her, stopping at the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he grabbed a hold of Mina's legs and stroked down toward the ankles. He then reached higher, repeating the motion along the back of her thighs. Reaching up further, he gripped Mina's rump, giving the cheek a firm squeeze.
A small gasp escaped from Mina as a shiver of pleasure shot up her spine. She had groped and explored herself in the past, and enjoyed it, but this was different. In a way, it was like being tickled, where being touched by another was more noticeable than touching herself. Biggest difference being that instead of wanting to laugh, she wanted to be touched more. Shifting her hips, she pressed her backside into the exploring claws all the more.
She could feel a wetness growing between her legs.
One digit slipped under Mina's tail, tracing along the cleft of her round, firm cheek, teasing them slightly and sending thrills that she had never felt before. The teasing then went lower, touching the nether lips and stroking along it.
"Wow," Spike said softly as he traced along the opening. "I read that it would get wet when aroused, but I had no idea it would be like that." He then pushed the tip of his finger into her folds.
"Ow!" Mina cried out, her legs snapping shut at the sudden burst of pain. "Careful. That's a very sensitive area, and your claws are very sharp." She then pushed her legs apart again, allowing Spike to pull his hand free from being trapped between her thighs.
"Sorry," said Spike as he pulled back. "The books I've read were for ponies, and it had nothing about uhm..." He held up his hand and wiggled his claws. "...these..."
It was a rather uncomfortable reminder that Spike was very much isolated from other dragons, having spent his entire life among ponies and learning only what they knew. To be fair, there were not a lot of books about dragons even among them, but there were some, and they also had each other to share stories and help explain things to one another. Still, it seemed unlikely that pony reproduction would encourage foreplay in the form of one putting their hoof into the vagina of another.
"It's okay," Mina finally said. Her legs shifted as she shifted her hips. There was still a sting, but nothing too bad. "Just know that in the future, you need to make sure that the end is rounded off, and the entire claw is buffed smooth." Smiling, she spread them wider. "In the mean time, let's move on."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." She shifted to get a better look at him. "I want to know what a tongue feels like."
It was something she had been wondering since even before puberty. Unfortunately, she had never been flexible enough to try it on herself, and never felt comfortable enough around any of the other dragons to even seriously consider asking them. Now she was with a dragon she trusted, seemed to like more than she realized, and could trust not to go around talking about what happened.
"Okay," Spike said as he moved forward. Once again, he took a hold of Mina's rump, giving the cheeks a squeeze as he pulled them apart. He leaned in further, bringing his muzzle less than an inch from Mina's nether-lips. His serpentine tongue slipped out, tracing up along the edges of the lips. It then shot forward, sinking into her depths.
Mina cried out in surprise as she felt Spike's tongue suddenly penetrate her. Her entire body tensed, the inner walls squeezing down to try and clamp onto the invading length. Being thin and wet, it slipped out easily, leaving Mina with a desire to have it back inside her.
Instead of pushing back in, Spike traced along her folds again. Slowly, he licked his way up along the length, then back down. He flicked over her clit, causing her to whimper in pleasure, before moving up. Then up more and more.
A new tension filled Mina as she felt Spike moving along her perineum and toward the cleft of her ass cheeks. Was he going to do what she thought he was going to do? Did she want him to?
Just as it seemed like he was going to, Spike shifted direction again, filling Mina with a mix of relief and disappointment.
Maybe he can lick my asshole another time?
Instead, he thrust his tongue back into her, pushing deeper.
Mina's eyes rolled back into her head.
Nothing had ever been so deep inside, she managed to think. Oh, dear Dragon Lord! I think he's licking my cervix!
As the tongue pulled out, Mina's thighs snapped closed around Spike's head, keeping it from pulling away.
"Please," she whimpered out, "don't stop." Her hips pushed back, trying to press against him more, rocking to grind his mouth against her.
Spike grabbed Mina's thighs, squeezing them and scratching across the hard scales. Not enough to hurt, but enough that it did send fresh tingles through her body. His tongue pulled out of her depths, stroking down and around to stroke across the sensitive nub of her clit.
Every lick sent a fresh burst of pleasure through Mina's body. The feeling of a warm breath across her sensitive folds was a sensation she had never experienced before. She closed her eyes as she pushed back, moving to grind herself against the other dragon.
"Oh, Spike," she moaned out. "I'm... I'm so close."
Grip tightening, Spike pulled Mina closer, pressing her sex against his mouth. A deep growl emanated from the dragon as his tongue flicked back and forth, sliding across the tender nub again and again.
Finally, it was too much for Mina. Throwing her head back, she cried out as an orgasm racked her body. Claws clenched hard, ripping up the sheets and tearing apart the mattress. Flame shot from her mouth and out the window, melting the glass. Feminine fluid sprayed from her nether lips, covering Spike's face and soaking the fabric beneath her.
Once the climax subsided, Mina collapsed, panting heavily with smoke still wafting from her nostrils. That had been the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt like the magic of her flame was burning hotter than ever before. Her eyes opened and everything took a second to get back into focus.
From behind, she could feel Spike moving. Tilting her head, she looked to see him moving above her. Her gaze drifted down his chest and between his legs, stopping at his erection, dripping with arousal.
"Do you want to stop?"
There was no way she could continue. Her last orgasm had left her feeling exhausted as it was. Every part of her felt like her nerves were hyper-aware. That the slightest touch would be intensely pleasurable, or blindingly painful. If she had another orgasm like that, she would pass out.
"Do it," she said as her hormones and body disagreed with her brain. As she shifted her hips, she reached back to grip her backside in her claws and pull, spreading her vaginal lips apart. "Fuck me."
Spike took a hold of of Mina's tail and moved his hips. The pointed tip touched the underside and stroked down, leaving a streak of pre along her scales. The hard masculine length slid down to her backside, its thickness spread her cheeks apart as it nestled between them. Spike's hips pushed forward, grinding against Mina before pulling back.
A drop of pre-cum fell from the tip and onto Mina's tight, puckered ring, causing her to gasp out. It had to have been body-temperature, but it felt like it was hot against the sensitive little spot. She swore she could feel it sinking past the tight ring and into her body.
What would it be like if something more went in there? she wondered.
But that was something that would have to wait until another time. Whether or not that was a good thing was something Mina could not decide.
"Ready?" Spike asked as the tip of his cock lined up with Mina's vaginal lips.
Biting her lips, Mina nodded.
Gripping her hips tightly, Spike pushed his own forward. The pointed head slipped easily past the spread lips, sinking into the warm wet depths. A moan of pleasure escaped the pair as they pushed together.
An eternity passed as Spike held still inside Mina. Was something wrong? Why was he holding still? In the stories she had read, the males normally started to thrust pretty quickly. Maybe--
The rest of the thought was cut off as Spike pulled back. The length tugged at Mina's walls as it slipped out of her millimeter by millimeter, stopping just before the head was all that remained.
Again there was an eternal pause as Spike held still. Mina's body squeezed and twitched, trying to pull the length back into her. She let out a whimper as she tried to push back, to force the length into her. But Spike must have been stronger than he looked, or had better leverage, because no matter how much she tried to move, he managed to hold her in place.
Finally he thrusts forward again. It was a fast and sudden movement, forcing the hard dragon cock deeper into the feminine depths than before.
This time, there was no wait as Spike pulled back. Once more it was agonizingly slow as it slipped out a little bit at a time, stopping only as just the head remained. This was immediately followed up by a fast and hard thrust, forcing its away deeper still.
Time and again, the cycle repeated. A slow, steady pull out until Spike just barely remained inside her, followed by a quick hard thrust to force the length deeper into Mina then it had been before. Until, with an audible slap, his hips pressed against her rump, burying the shaft all the way into her depths.
Mina groaned out as she shifted, trying to get used to the feeling. She had never felt so full, so stretched. It did not reach as deep into her as his tongue had, but it was so much bigger than that or her fingers.
Spike released his grip on her hips as she shifted behind her. His body pressed down on top of Mina, pinning her in place.
Teeth suddenly bit down on her shoulder as a deep growl emanated behind her. There was a short flash of pain, followed by an immense explosion of pleasure. Mina could feel her entire body going limp, submitting to the male dragon above her.
After grinding his hips against her, making his length shift and rub inside her, Spike pulled back. It was not as slow as it had been before, nor did it pull out as far. He then gave a quick, hard thrust, sinking back in with a slap of their bodies. Before the sound of their bodies hitting each other had even stopped, he was pulling back again.
As the rhythm continued, Mina managed to get past her submissive paralysis. Her hips pushed up and back, grinding her rump against Spike. She pushed back each time he pulled, trying to keep as much of his shaft inside her as he could. Her inner muscles squeezed and pull, trying to bring the shaft deeper inside her still.
Another growl escaped from Spike as his pace picked up. Mina shifted, gripping tighter onto the mattress to hold herself in place as she was pounded. Her eyes closed and jaw clenched as she felt pleasure building up inside her core.
"Mina!" Spike cried out. "I'm getting close."
"Do it! Cum in me!"
Spike thrust forward one last time, forcing his way as deep into her as he could reach. Throwing his head back, a shot of massive green flame poured from his mouth as he let out a roar of pleasure. His length swelled and twitched, unleashing spurt after spurt of thick, fertile dragon cum deep into Mina's body.
The feeling of molten hot dragon cum pouring into her body sent Mina over the edge as well. The world turned white as she roared out, her voice mixing with that of the male's. Her walls clamped down and stroked the length milking every drop of seed and pulling it deep into her womb.
As her orgasm subsided, Mina's mind began working again. She could feel Spike laying against her limply, his warm breath teasing her head scales and ear fins as he panted. Her hips shifted as she tried to get comfortable, the softening dragon cock began slipping out of her. Her walls clamped down, trying to keep it inside, but cause it to slide out faster instead. As the softening length slipped free, drops of semen still dripped from the tip, coating the outside of her nether lips.
"Wow," Spike panted out. "That was... wow..."
"Yeah," Mina managed to huff out. It was still kind of hard to put words together, and she was not entirely sure what she wanted to say anyways.
The better part of a minute passed before Spike moved, climbing off of her back and sitting up.
"As much fun as that was," he said, "we should probably clean up." He moved, looking around. "And move you to another room."
Mina's gaze drifted down to the mattress and sheets beneath her. Both had been horribly torn, the sheets little more than strips of rag, and the stuffing pouring out of the gashes in the mattress. She then looked up at the window, where the glass had been destroyed, and the crystal frame was sagging and scorched.
"Wow," she said as she sat up. "I didn't know it could be so destructive." Something caught her eye, and looking up, she found more scorch marks on the ceiling. "That looks familiar though."
Sliding off the bed, Spike turned to Mina and held out a hand.
"How about you take a bath and wash up, while I deal with the sheets?" he asked.
Mina smiled as she took his offered claw, standing up as well.
"We could do that," she said. Her eyes narrowed as her smile turned into a smirk. "Or..."