“Nnngh, I’m gonna pay you back for this!” Smolder was straining against the brick wall, squirming as we had our fun. The plan was a simple spray and run, tagging the backstreets with the rest of the gang, but everyone scattered when the fuzz showed up. Sure, graffiti wasn’t a big deal, but nobody fancied spending a few nights in a jail cell. And that’s how Smolder and I were crammed inside a dingy shed while evading the cops. Of course, it’s a bit hard to be quiet when Smolder’s ass was pressed up against you in the meantime. Admittedly, she didn’t seem bothered by it at first. But the rubbing and fidgeting was frankly uncalled for. Not that you honestly minded either, but now it was getting uncomfortable. Dicks aren’t made to be restrained, after all.
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While the cops were taking their notes and examining the scene of the “crime”, her plump rear was pressed up to you, and her tail for lack of space was curled around your legs. Thankfully she remembered to keep her wings folded in, so they presented less of an issue than anything else. But while the police were busy pawing around outside your impromptu hiding spot nearby, Smolder was enjoying herself. Always something of a hellion, she was delighted to note the proximity was causing you undue frustration. But it wasn’t long before you’d reached full mast, and she had somehow expertly shimmied her rear into place to sandwich it, even between her tight jeans and yours.

Peering through her mop of unruly hair to a crack through the shed wall, you could see the officers finish up their work and depart. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Smolder still fidgeting under you, you waited until the coast was clear to back up. Of course, almost tripping on her tail wasn’t part of the plan, but thankfully whatever crap was piled in this shed to begin with broke your fall. Twisting around, the purple haired miscreant eyed you evilly, her breathing uneven and labored. “I’m gonna blame you for this, just so you know,” her hands already finding their way to her jean zipper, snaking her fingers and the fabric down her waist and legs. You’d had your on-off flings with the perpetually horny dragoness, but in public was a new one. However, the teasing and near jail time had been enough. In sex, she was always the dominant one. Not today though, not anymore. Lurching forward from your uncomfortable seating, you cupped her mouth with one hand, and her oddly feminine black lace panties in another. She seemed surprised of course, but with the motion of just one finger, her protests turned to a low drawn out moan.

Letting lust take over your senses, you spun her around and pinned her against the brick wall, one hand stroking her sex and the other unbuckling your pants. Today, you couldn’t afford one of her usual marathon sessions, or she’d wring you dry. But even as your fingers poked and prodded her, she seemed to get unusually turned on, more so than usual. Happily noting this turn of events, you freed yourself from the cloth prison and presented the royal scepter against her, pressing the throbbing manhood against the small of her back. Sneaking the now free hand inside the back of her shirt, you opted to pull her bra down rather than undo it, letting her tits heave with her panting breath. Pinching one nipple in one hand, and toying with her entrance in the other, she was quickly being reduced to a shivering mess.

“Nnngh, I’m gonna pay you back for this!” She moaned as your first finger entered her, followed by another, and another. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself today, her cream steadily flowing down your hands and her legs. But something seemed missing from this. Her wings writhed under her shirt, not quite strong enough the tear the fabric but enough to strain it. Just as soon as the idea hit, you removed the hand fondling her breasts, and wrapped the arm around her, pinning the girl and her wings against you and the wall. A yelp of pleasure or pain escaped her, and her walls clamped down on your fingers, almost painfully. A fresh trickle of fluids escaped her, and it was time. Awkwardly jostling her into place, your cockhead braced against her moist folds, you entered her slowly. Painfully slowly from the feel of it, as Smolder seemed to resist every invading inch after her orgasm. When you eventually hilted inside of her, she had recovered and braced herself against the wall, determined to make the most of this new experience.

Ordinarily she would have gone at it in a frenzy, riding hard and fast like a cowgirl breaking in a mustang. But here she was at your tender mercy, and you would enjoy it while it lasted. You pulled your length out to just to the tip, dragging it back… And then plowing it back inside like she was accustomed. Her slow moan turned to a breathless gasp of pleasure as you reached inside her again, her squirming and convulsing walls struggling to contain you. And again, you withdrew, letting it drag achingly slowly out inside her. The process repeated as the helpless dragon was pinned, being quietly screwed and loving every second of it. The play of dominance lasted for what seemed to be hours for you, a substantial puddle of her fluids draining onto the concrete beneath the both of you. With every one of the easily won climaxes from her, you felt your own building. The tension growing inside as you pounded away at her. With a lurch forward, you pressed her body roughly against the brick wall and yourself, the punk-girl giving another wordless cry as the first rope of cum pulsed inside her, then another, and another, coating her insides. She chose that moment to clamp down hard on you as well, not daring to let anything drain out of her.

As the lust-filled moment died down, you stepped away from the weak-kneed Smolder, still shivering from playing the submissive one for once, letting a thick strand of juices fall slowly out of her. You had begun to zip yourself back into place when she had turned around and still retained that evil glint in her eye. “Who…” she said in a breathless whisper, a heavily flushed face from the exertion. “Who said you were done….?”
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Author's Note

First porno, written in less than an hour. Feel free to throw as many critiques as you want my way. Started as a one-shot, may progress more from there