Bereft of defenses, she moved back, surveyed your expression, as if she was looking at you for the very first time. “I’ve… never done that before. Don’t tell anyone.”

You were equally lost for words. “I’ve never done that before with a dragon?” It was all you could offer that was coherent, but it got a giggle out of her.

“I’d hope not. Otherwise I’d need to have words with Spike.” She relaxed into the embrace, squirming her way down to your chest and looking up at you. You almost let out a shiver at the feeling of her light, wondrous body snaking down you. “But seriously, that was nice. I’ve been thinking about doing that since I met you. I don’t meet many creatures like you. And I don’t meet many that are anywhere near my size, especially with dragons, heheh.”

“Christ, how do you think I’ve felt?!” Finally, you had a sounding board for this complaint, and everything else left your head, from niggling doubts to rapidly heightening arousal, if only for a moment. “I come to Equestria, and everyone is on four fucking legs, and that’s just not my thing! And then I saw you, I saw you and…” You felt your lips going dry, but you carried on talking regardless. You were in a hole now. “You’re like, almost exactly how I like girls from my world to be.”

Ember blinked, sitting up at once, smile about her. “Really? How so?”

“Well, your body’s really similar, all the way down to your…” you made a motion towards her chest, not wanting to say it out loud.

Ember grasped at her breasts between the thin fabric of her leotard. “These? You know, I’ve never really considered how few creatures have these on their chests…” You still weren’t entirely sure she should have tits, but you were a little distracted to complain. “You… you wanna look at them?”

Your throat caught, but apparently the question was rhetorical. Before you could say anything, Ember had pulled the top of the fabric over her head, stripping down and exposing her pert, heavy breasts.

You’d honestly forgotten where you were at this point. What did it matter? All that did at this point, all your mind could possibly conceive was the image of this beautiful little dragon woman grabbing at her tits and pushing them up for your inspection, letting them go and watching their heft and bounce as they fell back into place, no sag whatsoever despite what was easily a D-cup in size. The muscle of her stomach and underbelly was lean and impressive, her figure svelte and powerful all the same, with little fat to speak of. She sat there, on her knees, leaned over you, curiosity etched on her face.

“So… do I still look so similar without the clothes?”

She looked nervous. You were speechless. Part of you had wondered if it was simply how sex starved you’d been, how long it had been since you’d seen anything resembling a conventional human form, if that was all that had driven your interest, but one more look at her beautious form confirmed the truth. “You look absolutely incredible. You’re amazing, Ember.”

“Y-your turn.” She pointed at your suit as she pulled the rest of the leotard off, exposing thick, muscled thighs, a small, dainty purple slit and from that angle, just the side-glance of a perfectly well-toned behind. You might have died at that moment and you probably wouldn’t have noticed. There was blood rushing to your head, the obligations of your job an afterthought, and all you could do in response to her clumsily ordered command was oblige.

You stood, wanting to make as much of a show of it as you could, but truthfully, you’d never stripped for anyone. That said, with all the ridicule that’d come from this damned suit through the last hour or two, you were incredibly happy to get it off.

When you finally undid your shirt, button by button, you noticed just how much you’d managed to catch Ember’s interest. She was eyeing you like a piece of particularly succulent steak as you exposed more and more of your lightly furred chest (real men don’t wax kappa), down to your toned abdomen and the faint V outline you’d SOMEHOW managed to maintain between your abs and obliques. It wasn’t super defined. You weren’t a supermodel by any means, but you considered yourself to be fit, and Ember seemed more than satisfied with what she saw, if the way that her hands travelled was any indication.

It almost seemed to be subconscious on her part. You didn’t want to point out that she was doing it, lightly pinching at her nipples, licking around her fingers and applying the soft moisture to her aroused nubs, a light pant about her. It was when she finally pushed a hand past her lower belly, softly touching against her lips that you’d finally managed to unbuckle your belt, pulling your jeans off and leaving it so all that separated the pair of you was the thin fabric of your underwear and a couple feet of space.

But you could feel her encroaching, shuffling forward on her knees even as she continued to play with her little slit, and all pretense of what you were going to do, of whether this was simply an exchange of culture and a way to better understand each other? That was out of the window. The two of you were clearly turned on and ready to fuck, albeit nervous.

You weren’t ashamed to admit that, either. You were allowed to be nervous, right? It wasn’t every day you got a chance to fuck a dragon princess. What if she was burning hot on the inside, or she breathed fire when she came and incinerated you?

All concerns went out of the window the moment her clawed fingers touched against your stomach. She slowly pulled her way down, allowing them to get caught on your underwear, tugging just a little bit before tearing her hands away. Whether or not she was intentionally teasing was lost on you at first, but the moment she pressed her cheek against your hardening cock through the underwear and gave it a soft nuzzle, you knew for sure that she was in the mood to play games.

How had it even come to this? One moment, the two of you were at each other’s throats! Now, you were at each other’s… yeah, that.

You had so much to thank Twilight for (and likely apologise for) when all of this was over.

She continued to tease your cock between the fabric, eventually slipping a hand in and beginning to work your shaft on the inside. She was exceptionally soft, the way she coaxed you to full hardness, which you were thankful for as you were cut and you’d been more than a little worried she wouldn’t realise how to handle your sensitive head.

Apparently, Ember was a fast learner, and very intuitive.

She could only stall on the both of you for so long though, and eventually pulled your cock free of its cotton prison, allowing the underwear to slide down your thighs and drop to your feet, where you quickly stepped out of it. There was a gasp then, and what almost sounded like a squeal of satisfaction. You’d never of thought Ember capable of making that noise.

“This looks the perfect size,” she asserted, holding your shaft in both hands, moving it from side to side, giving you a small sniff. “You have a pleasant musk, too. One I’d associate with a dangerous predator, but yet wouldn’t consider fearsome? How curious…” She hazarded a lick at the tip of your cock, a bead of your precum on her tongue, and much like earlier, like she’d been when she ate her gems, you saw her eyes light up. “Do you mind if I sample just a little more?”

Like you were going to protest. Her tongue was like liquid velvet, soft and flexible yet strong and versatile, flicking over each surface of your sensitive head in quick successive motions, ones you could hardly keep up with even when you tried closing your eyes and feeling it out, myriad sensations that built up with each repetitive flick of her tongue and threatened to crash against your body so hard they’d knock you out cold.

Somehow, you kept standing, panting and gasping at each new ministration as Ember began to grow acquainted with the slab of cock on full offer for her. She was ravenous, almost greedy, and she’d definitely decided that it was all for her. That said, she took her time, introducing herself to more and more of it with each stroke of her tongue, each modicum of pressure from her full, warm lips. Eventually, she could take it no more, or perhaps you couldn’t, and she finally pushed down, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth.

You weren’t sure whether it was you that pushed her down, what with your hands suddenly finding themselves on her head, or whether she’d taken the plunge of her own volition, but what you did know was that the pleasant vibration from her moan on contact coarsed through you all the way to your belly, down to your toes, which you had to stop from curling on instinct. She had a hand on your base, slowly pumping you as she worked more and more of your length into her mouth, not stopping for breath, not considering her limits, simply pushing herself further with each stroke, each thrust… that’s right, you were finally beginning to give in to your animalistic side.

She liked them rough, after all, right?

So you started giving it to her harder. Pleasure had eclipsed morality, forethought, reason, and right now, Ember’s throat felt like a territory you needed to conquer. You staked your claim with a heavy thrust, one that made her tits bounce in reaction, her legs quiver and shake, her tail smack against the marble floor. She was playing with her clit faster, moaning onto your cock unabashed as she continued to suck you, gaining her confidence, pushing back, attempting to retain control of the situation and be sure that she was the one who controlled what you felt, and how much of it.

But you didn’t want to play games, you wanted to fuck that little throat while it tightened around your cock until she was cajoling the cum from your tip, whetting her appetite, sating your desire, and emptying your load all at once.

And of course, you just knew that a greedy dragon would want to swallow every last drop, right?

She seemingly had no limit to her endurance. Even when you were beginning to feel tired, when you could barely handle the tingle of her tongue, her throat against your length, she continued to work you in earnest, occupation with her task and fervent desire to see it through transcending any attempt at slowing down you might have made. There were no breaks. There was no stopping. No recuperation or waiting or recovering, just fuck, fuck, fucking until the two of you were completely and utterly spent.

And you were going to bust in her mouth at this rate. You knew it already. You could feel the tension rising in you, threatening to take over, but you beat it back if only to allow this brilliance to last longer. You knew you had to fight it, that you couldn’t let your first time with her be over this quickly, that she’d only think you weak for it, but there was no fighting the impossibly skilled maneuvering of her tongue, the shake of her body, the fantasy you’d been fostering for hours in your mind, months in a broader scope, finally playing out in front of you in all of its beauty.

Maybe it was the grace of god that pulled her off of you. Maybe she finally pushed herself a little too far, as she was panting and gasping when she finally allowed you your cock back. Not a moment too soon, as you knew you’d been only a matter of seconds away from finishing in her mouth. There was no talking, no. You both knew that anything said could ruin this moment, that what came next had to happen now or it might not happen at all.

And so she pushed you down onto the floor. It answered the question of whether she was capable once and for all. Your cock stood towards the ceiling, a beacon of your monumental excitement, and in seconds, Ember was upon it, rubbing her slick cunt against your length, up and down, up and down… With little twists of her hips, she ensured that she was leaving her juices all over you, no spot left untouched, and when you were finally nice and lubricated, she pulled herself up, allowing your cock to stand true for just long enough for her to plant herself back down, spearing herself on just half of your length.

But holy fuck, did you feel like a virgin again. There was a feeling that you remembered experiencing when you first lost it, way back when. One of shock and awe. The wetness, the tightness, the little explosions in your mind like visceral fireworks when you finally felt the dam bursting sensation of being inside of a woman for the first time. It was that, all fucking over again. If you hadn’t already realised, this would’ve been the moment that you discovered just how wonderfully different Ember was to any woman you’d ever met on earth.

They just couldn’t do it how a dragon did. She was so perfectly tight, clinging to your cock so snugly that you imagined there’d be friction if it wasn’t for how exceptionally wet she was… she’d been right from the start, you were an absolutely perfect fit for her.

And yet, she was taking some time to adjust. Her pants were soft, husky, they held all of her bravado, but the moment she pushed herself any further down, she let out an effeminate squeak that only reminded you of her inexperience. This wasn’t like her mouth, you didn’t want to hurt her, no matter the temptation to simply fuck the hell out of her, to pin her down, hold her by the hips and give her every inch.

You had to let her ease into it, no matter how torturously slow it was, how much it made you yearn to thrust up and into her. You knew it was the only way she’d enjoy it anywhere near as much as you were.

And so you let her continue to push down, lightly twisting and adjusting her body as she went, hands on your stomach, using you for support, her face twisted, expressing some mixture of pain, pleasure, and a love of the two being combined. When she eventually bottomed out, taking as much of you as she could possibly fit—about three quarters—she began to slide back up, becoming used to being stretched in such a way, to having something like this inside of her in the first place, to enjoying it, using it to get herself off, coming together with another in a way she’d never experienced before now.

“H-how you finding it?” a pant between your words. Fuck she was tight.

She was still blushing. Hell, her face might have burnt hotter than her flames. “This… this is—ahh!—this is fucking great…”

You might have laughed in any other situation, maybe teased her for being so delicate, but you were hardly in the state to yourself. She was hardly wrong, either. This felt more than just great, it was nigh indescribable, the kind of perfection that you’d only usually experience right on the cusp of orgasm, but even now, only halfway there, you were feeling that same level of earth-shattering pleasure the entire damn time.

And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

Ember was really beginning to come into her own now, beginning to allow herself to bounce with more rhythm, more adventurous motions, pulling herself all the way up to your tip before beginning to slam herself back down. It wasn’t long until she was frantic, panting and bouncing and riding you with force, the true dragon warrior in her surfacing every time your cock submerged deep into her luxurious tunnel, her walls hugging you, the weight of her frim ass bouncing against your lap…

She’d clench around you, too. Pull noises from you that you didn’t realise you were capable of making, turn your masculine grunts to whimpers and moans… she could really take control of you, even being a virgin, even being inexperienced, this was a sport to her, a competition, an exercise, and it was the kind of environment her species thrived in.

But you weren’t going to let her push you to breaking point. Not just yet.

You sat up, wrapping your arms around her back and allowing her to lean back, thrusting in as deep as you could manage from the angle, the laboured breathing of the two of you in perfect synchronicity. There was a pause, a skip of a heartbeat as you felt your prick’s sensation crest the apex for but a moment, feeling as if you might have pierced the barrier, that you might be ready to burst once more, but you managed to hold on by the edge of your clenched fingertips, denying yourself if only to stay in the fight, instead digging them into her back and scratching straight down her.

She gasped from the sudden action, but luckily didn’t return the gesture with too much ferocity. Her claws could’ve really done a number on you if she hadn’t been careful. Ember understood balance here. In her actions, in her personality, she didn’t know how to be measured, that much had been clear, but in this single, solitary act? Here she was able to exercise caution and control, share with another, lead by example. It was almost as if it was intrinsic to her.

But you were about to show her another side of sex. You hugged her tight to you, feeling her hard nipples slip against your chest for just a moment, the soft motion sending trembles shooting down your spine. Before she was able to reassert her dominance, control the situation once more, you exercised the size advantage you had over her, picking her up and moving to stand.

Once you had her in the centre of the room, her legs wrapped around your waist, you were finally at the perfect angle to truly fuck her deep. Her breaths became hollow, juxtaposed to the incredible fullness she must’ve been experiencing in that moment, and while she tried to push back, wrapped her legs tighter and attempted to bounce on you from her position, you had total control here. You squeezed her tighter, only causing her to do the same with her body, contract and pulse until the tip of your cock began to feel spasmic, every twitch and convulsion another static shock that ran up and down you, every moan in your shared chorus an ode to the steadily building staccato of scintillating sound.

And then you spied the table. You laid her down on it, fucking her without relent, without consideration as to her tolerance, somehow knowing she’d be able to take it all and dish it back out in kind. She’d take it, love it, and scream your fucking name.

You could really pound her fast now, control exactly which angle you went in at, how far you went, and what’s more, you had access to her entire body. The table shook as you increased your pace, one hand moving to her lower belly, eventually snaking down to her clit, allowing you to stimulate her tight little pussy as you continued to push your way inside her. Only halfway, though, as you were feverishly hunting for her g-spot at the same time. You really wanted to get her off, almost as much as you wanted to shoot your load inside her!

“Th-this is the best I’ve ever felt…” Ember was bright red at the cheeks, like she’d covered herself in ruby dust, claws gripping the table and scratching into it, tail wrapped around your leg and squeezing like you imagined an affectionate boa constrictor might, but it didn’t deter you. Even when you could feel part of your circulation going, you weren’t sure if it was from the pressure or your breathlessness, but you continued regardless. “Please… please don’t stop…”

Suddenly, a devilish thought crossed your mind. “And what if I do?” You began to slow down as soon as you said it. Your body rebelled, it wanted you to keep fucking her, damnit, but you couldn’t help but exercise a little bit of your mean streak after how she’d acted earlier. “Are you going to beg me to keep going, princess? Are you going to beg me to fuck you?”

She only squeezed your leg tighter. Now it actually hurt. You forgot that was there in the first place, fuck. Of course, you pretended it didn’t bother you whatsoever. “Don’t do this! You know I need this right now! D-don’t make me—ahh—”

Of course, you pushed only slightly back inside her whilst she was talking. You knew she needed that final push over the edge in order to oblige. “You were saying?..”

“I-I’m begging,” there was no fight in her voice anymore, just a needy, whining desire, like a puppy that had been deprived of its play. “Please, Anon, please keep going, don’t stop, fill me up… I need it so fucking bad...”

That was all the encouragement you’d needed to hear and more. In fact, you felt as if she deserved a reward for being so forthcoming, for letting her defenses down so much, even if you’d pushed her into it.

You were going to make her cum. You were going to make her cum fucking hard, right now.

You worked yourself into a loose combination of ministrations, three quick pumps and then one slow, long one, switching it up every now and then to shock and tease her, picking up the pace of your index and middle finger working circles around her clit the whole while. Your other hand brushed across her body, breezing past her nipples and then finally finding purchase around her throat. You saw the fear in her eyes, but you only squeezed lightly, and she trusted you to keep going. If she’d panicked, you would’ve let go, but it would’ve been fucking hard.

You applied more and more pressure as you went, increasing your speed, your feet grounded, her tail having let go of your leg, now limply tapping against the table as she gripped it even tighter with her claws, tongue lolling from her mouth, tears in the corners of her eyes… You knew she only needed a little more pressure to be pushed over the edge.

You grabbed her by the hips, pulling her close and meeting her insides with all of the force you could muster, keeping her close, not letting her squirm away, and then finally, when her breath was so quickened it sounded as if she was hyperventilating, when she was so frantically lost in pleasure that she looked as if she could’ve been flying in ecstacy, you finally returned pressure to her engorged, wanting clit. One final flick, and a full, slow thrust inside, and you finally felt the pressure inside of her begin to release, a trickle seeping past your buried cock and pooling on the edge of the table.

Not only did you feel it through your cock, the rapid tightening and contracting, the base, animalistic pleasure you were all but lost in, you heard it in her screams, rapid and coarse, refusing to die down, paying no heed to her surroundings, not caring who might’ve heard her, what might have happened next, for she was truly lost in this moment, ferried away with you to a place where all that mattered was the all-encompassing delight that shot through her like a current on an electrical storm.

You wanted to keep fucking her to your own orgasm, you desperately wanted to, but you knew that she’d need a moment to recuperate. No matter how tough Ember might’ve been, she deserved at least a moment of rest after that.

Only, she got straight back up the moment you pulled out. As it turned out, dragons were full of surprises. She sat on the edge of the table, still panting, and began to wank and suck your cock with a passionate urgency. There was no delay, no grace to it, only a wanton desire to make you cum too, to return the favour you’d so generously given, to make you burst all over her face and chest, let it drip down her body and glaze her entirely…

She was so sloppy and intense… this wasn’t tantric sensuality, this was purely raw expression, and when she began to incorporate her tits too, placing your cock between the soft flesh and lightly shifting them up and down as she continued to lick at the tip, suckling on the end whenever she could reach it, you finally reached the point of no return.

To say that you felt your soul leave you through your cock and subsequently had an out of body experience would be a slight understatement. Your first spurt hit Ember directly on the chest, cum glistening against her breasts, whilst your second caught her face and lips. It was an eruption that made inconsequentiality out of anything that’d preceded it, an implosion that could’ve given life to the dead, a majestic feeling that surpassed anything you might’ve experienced in anticipation of that moment, one that set in your mind the pinnacle of all things hedonistic and fantastic.

In short, it was a fucking good orgasm.

Riding down off of that high was meant to be a fun moment, right? Like, the best afterglow ever, surely. You’d just fucked a dragon princess, for fuck’s sake. Those first twenty seconds afterwards were a time for quiet reflection, to remember everyone who’d ever told you you’d never get laid in school, look back at them and stick a mental middle finger up. It was a time for both victory and letting the feeling ebb and fade, catching your breath, perhaps having a masculine cuddle with your new friend.

Instead, you got hit by a tail again. “You got it all over my face! Idiot!”

Oh, yeah. For a second, you’d forgotten who you were dealing with. “You were literally jerking my cock over your face, what did you expect?!”

All of a sudden, Ember was incredibly flustered. Again. “I-I dunno, for you to aim it better?!”

“Well I think I aimed it pretty damn well!” You smirked. Couldn’t help it. “Looks good on you.”

“H-heh…” She returned the smile, wiping away a small measure of your load and giving it a taste. “Shut up.”

“No, you.” A short laugh shared between the two of you, and you surveyed the room around you. Mainly untouched, apart from the deep claw marks in the table and the remaining bowls, plates, cutlery and stuff that’d clattered to the floor. “What are we going to tell Twilight when she gets back?”

Ember didn’t miss a beat. “That we’re getting married, obviously.”

You blinked. Blinked a few times, in fact. You were pretty sure one of your eyes was still twitching once you’d stopped blinking. Suddenly, you remembered just who you’d decided to have messy table sex with. “You… Are you serious?”

Ember held a deadpan expression. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Right as you considered finding a window to jump out of, she broke into a laugh. “No, I’m not serious, that would be ridiculous.”

“O-oh…” Jesus, dodged a bullet there. Sex equalling marriage was like, not your jam. “Thank fuck for that, then.”

“We are dating now though. For at least a month. Dragon customs.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not joking this time.” Ember poked your chest, ensuring she had your attention. “But… it’s only because that’s dragon law. It’s not…”

“Because you like me or anything, right?” You wished she knew how much of a cliche she was.

“Exactly!” She nodded very quickly at that. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Anyways… what next?”

You tapped a finger to your chin. “You wanna finally go on this castle tour?”

“By that, do you mean ‘do I want to fuck you in every room in this castle?’”

“I mean, I didn’t originally… Now I do.”

“Lead the way!” Ember got up and stretched, finished cleaning herself off. “Leave the piano suit here though. I don’t wanna have to wait to get you naked again.”

Christ, there was gonna be a lot of explaining to Twilight when she got home. Let’s just hope you didn’t make too much of a mess of the rest of Twilight’s castle before she got back.

...ah, fuck it, you’d earnt this.

Author's Note

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