Reptilian Passions Unleashed.

Under the twin moons of Zephyria, Kael roamed the lava-dusted cliffs. He wasn’t a man, not in the Earthling sense. He was a dragon, his scaled skin the color of obsidian, his eyes burning like coals. He was the last of his kind, or so he thought, until he saw her. Perched on a ledge overlooking a pool of shimmering, radioactive water, she was bathed in an eerie glow. Her scales shimmered, iridescent and vibrant. She was smaller than him, leaner, with wings folded tightly against her back. Her tail, long and slender, flicked lazily, her claws digging into the stone. Kael approached, his steps echoing against the hard rock. She turned, her eyes meeting his. They were pure gold, flecked with laser-like beams. She didn’t flinch, didn’t fly away. Instead, she uncoiled her tail, letting it slide across the ground towards him. Her lips curled into a smirk, revealing a set of sharp, glistening teeth. She spoke, her voice a low, husky purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "You’re late." He raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking in amusement. "Late for what, precisely?" She stood, her wings stretching wide before folding back against her body. "For this," she said, her voice dropping to a growl. She stepped closer, her tail wrapping around his. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal. "What do you have in mind?" Kael asked, his voice rougher than he intended. She grinned, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Everything", she whispered. Then she bit down on his earlobe, her tail tightening around his. Pain and pleasure mixed, a heady combination that made his blood boil. He growled, his hands reaching out to grab her, his lips crashing down on hers. Her tongue invaded his mouth, hot and insistent, exploring every inch. His hands roamed her body, her scales hot and smooth under his touch. She moaned against his lips, her body pressing against his. Her tail loosened from around his and wrapped around his length, starting to stroke. He groaned, his head falling back, exposing his throat to her. She took the invitation, her teeth grazing his neck, her tongue licking the sensitive skin. He could feel his control slipping, his body on fire with need. He reached down, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her against him. She gasped, her eyes meeting his, a challenge in their golden depths. He smiled, his hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb finding her nipple, hard and ready. She moaned, her body arching into his touch. He was just getting started.

Теперь подробно описываем, как выглядят эти существа, и какие части вызывают у них возбуждения. Это не люди. И у них возбуждение вызывать могут совсем другие вещи.

Kael's thumb circled her nipple, feeling it harden further under his touch. She was breathtaking, her scales a kaleidoscope of colors shifting with her movements. Her eyes, those golden orbs, were framed by spines that ran up from her cheeks, glowing softly with her arousal. Her breath hitched as he leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw, tasting the slight ridges and bumps that adorned her scales. Her body was lean, muscular, designed for speed and agility. Her wings, folded tightly, were a delicate weave of translucent membrane and bone, veins pulsing with a luminescent liquid. He could see the outline of her ribs, her breath coming in quick gasps as his hand moved lower, tracing the curves of her abdomen. Her tail, wrapped around his length, was prehensile, tipped with a barbed, venomous stinger. She flexed it, the barbs scraping lightly against his skin, sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through him. She was unlike anything he had ever seen, her body a symphony of scales, ridges, and spines. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of sulfur and something sweeter, like exotic flowers. He could feel her heart pounding, her blood rushing, her body responding to his touch. Her scales were hot, her body temperature higher than his, a stark contrast to the cool night air. Her arousal was evident, her body glistening with a thin sheen of moisture. Her scales, usually smooth and hard, were soft and pliable under his touch, her body preparing for his. He could see the pulse points on her body, the veins running along her neck, her tail, her wings, all throbbing with her desire. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of her neck, tasting the salty sweat that beaded there. She moaned, her body arching into his, her tail tightening around his length. Her hands roamed his body, her claws digging into his scales, leaving shallow scratches that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. She found the sensitive spots on his body, the ridges and bumps that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in, her teeth grazing his ear, her tongue licking the sensitive skin. "I want you, Kael," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "I want to feel you inside me, filling me, stretching me." Her tail flexed, the barbs scraping against his length, a promise of what was to come. She was going to drive him mad with desire. He growled, his hands grabbing her hips, pulling her against him. He could feel her heat, her wetness, her body ready for his. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. He was going to take her, claim her, make her his. And she was going to love every minute of it.

Описать ее половой аппарат, и его член тоже. Они опять же не похожи на человеческие. Описать почему его особенно заводит половое отверстие именно этой самки.

Her tail unwound from his length, and she stepped back, her wings stretching wide before folding back against her body. She turned, giving him a clear view of her hindquarters. Her tail flicked aside, revealing her sex. It was a vibrant, pulsating maw, fringed with delicate, luminescent tendrils that swayed gently, releasing a sweet, musky scent that made his head spin. The edges of her entrance were adorned with small, glowing orbs, like tiny, iridescent eggs, pulsing with a soft light that matched the rhythm of her heartbeat. Kael's gaze was drawn to the intricate patterns etched around her sex, scales shifting to reveal a complex maze of ridges and valleys, all leading to the heart of her. He could see the wetness pooling there, her body's readiness evident. Her scent was overpowering, a heady mix of sulfur and sweetness, driving him wild with desire. She was not like any female he had ever seen, her body a masterpiece of alien allure. His own body responded, his length thickening, the prehensile tip curling and uncurling in anticipation. He was a majestic beast, his organ a thick, ridged column, scaled like the rest of his body but softer, more pliable. It tapered to a blunt, barbed tip, designed to stimulate and please. The ridges along its length pulsed, a visible sign of his arousal, his body ready to claim hers. What drove him wild was the sight of her orbs pulsing, the tendrils swaying, inviting him in. The intricate patterns around her sex were unique to her, a map that only he would ever navigate. Her body was a symphony of scales, ridges, and colors, all designed to drive him to the brink of madness. He wanted to taste her, to explore every inch of her with his tongue, his claws, his teeth. He wanted to make her scream his name, to feel her body convulse around him as he claimed her, body and soul. Her body was all ridged curves and muscle. Her twin cocks slid out from their sheath, glistening, bobbing in the air like twin serpents. She was presenting to him, her sex open and ready. He could see the pulsing ridges, the delicate tendrils that framed her entrance, all inviting him in. He growled, his body aching with need. He was going to take her, claim her, make her his. And he was going to enjoy every second of it. No other dragoness had ever driven him so wild.

Пусть он возьмет. Описать также ее молочные железы, если они есть и соски на них - количество и расположение.

She turned to face him again, her breasts heaving with each breath. They were firm, rounded mounds of scales that shifted in color with her arousal, from deep blues to vibrant purples. Each breast was adorned with three nipples, arranged in a triangle, standing tall and erect, their tips glistening with a thin sheen of moisture. They were sensitive, he knew from their previous encounters, each one a point of pleasure that sent shocks of ecstasy through her body. She reached up, cupping her breasts, her claws gently teasing her nipples. She moaned, her eyes never leaving his, a challenge in her gaze. "Take what's yours, Kael," she purred. "Claim me. Make me scream." He growled, his body responding to her words, his length throbbing with need. He stepped forward, his hands replacing hers, his thumbs circling her nipples, feeling them harden further under his touch. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the scales of her breasts, tasting her sweat, her arousal. He could feel her heart pounding, her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening, her breath hitching. He took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip. She moaned, her body arching into his, her hands gripping his scales, her claws digging into his flesh. He moved to the next, then the next, his hands and mouth working in tandem, driving her wild with desire. He could feel her heat, her wetness, her body ready for his. He moved lower, his tongue tracing the patterns of her scales, her ridges, her valleys. He could see her sex, her orbs pulsing, her tendrils swaying, inviting him in. He could smell her arousal, her scent driving him wild with desire. He was going to take her, claim her, make her his. And he was going to start with her nipples, her breasts, her body a symphony of pleasure under his touch. His tongue flicked her nipples, teasing, taunting, his hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her. Her moans filled the air, her body writhing under his touch, her desire evident in every movement, every breath. She was his, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

His mouth left her nipples, trailing wet, hot kisses down her stomach. Her breath hitched as he moved lower, his tongue delving into her navel before continuing its descent. She could feel the heat of his breath on her sex, her orbs pulsing faster, her tendrils swaying more vigorously. Kael's hands gripped her hips, his claws digging into her flesh, holding her steady. He looked up at her, his eyes wild with lust, a growl rumbling in his chest. "Mine," he declared, his voice a low, possessive rumble. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation and desire and the sound of his voice. He leaned back down and his tongue flicked out, tracing the edge of her entrance. She gasped, her body jerking at the sensation. His tongue delved deeper, exploring the ridges and valleys, tasting her wetness, her arousal. He pulled back, his length throbbing, ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip pressing against her orbs. He growled, a low, primal sound, and thrust into her, hard and fast, his hips slamming against hers. She screamed, her body convulsing around him, her tendrils and orbs fluttering wildly. Kael didn't pause, didn't give her a moment to adjust. He pulled back, his length glistening with her wetness, and thrust into her again, harder, deeper. He was claiming her, marking her as his, his body taking what it wanted, what it needed. He leaned down, his teeth clamping around one of her sensitive nipples. He pulled, the sensation sharp and jarring. She screamed a second time, her body bucking as he pulled a nipple down and twisted it. In a moment he tossed it aside and pounced on a second. Her body was rocking, squirming, begging for more. He pulled back and his teeth latched onto her sex, his teeth pressing gently but firmly against the sensitive nerve endings there. She screamed and howled, her body writhing under his grip. He released her and threw her body upward, her back pressed into the ground. His weight pinned her down as he began to move, his hips thrusting, his length sliding in and out of her, his ridges stimulating her inner walls, driving her wild.

Описывать его член подробно, и что там вообще происходит внутри при фрикциях. Этот вид драконов умеет кончать от 3 до 6 раз за половой акт

His hips pounded against her, his length throbbing with each powerful thrust. Every inch of him was slick, glistening with her arousal, her juices coating his shaft, dripping down to her thighs. His length was thick, veined, and each ridge pulsed with heat, stimulating her inner walls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It had enlarged, filling her completely, stretching her, his veins pulsating with his dragon's blood, throbbing with his heart's rhythm. Inside her, his length moved with a mind of its own, each ridge and vein stimulating her most sensitive spots. His tip swelled, caressing her inner walls, driving her wild. She could feel every contour, every pulse, every throb. She was being claimed, possessed, and she loved every second of it. Kael's body tensed, his muscles rippling as he prepared to release. His length pulsed, his tip swelling even more, and he roared, his seed spilling into her, hot and thick. He did not stop his relentless pounding, his hips continuing their brutal rhythm. His orgasm ripped through him, his body shuddering, his length pulsing as he filled her completely. He threw his head back, his eyes glowing with lust and triumph, another roar escaping his lips as his body continued to pump his seed into her. He was barely done before he was ready to go again, his body already preparing for another round. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck, his breath hot on her skin. "You're mine," he growled, his voice a mix of lust and possession. "Every inch of you is mine. And I'm going to take it all. Again and again and again." His lips found her pulse point, his teeth pressing gently, a promise of more to come. His hips never stopped moving, his length never stopped pulsing, his body never stopped claiming hers.