Aysling swayed her hips backward, opening herself wider, lost in passion, while a long and flexible tongue invaded her tiny, virgin entrance.

Her own hands began to fondle her breasts as provocative moans escaped her slightly parted lips.

It felt so damn good. She wanted more.

A tongue alone wasn’t enough—her body craved something harder, bigger, something that would bring the orgasm building deep in her belly.

"More, ah, deeper, mmm," she moaned.

It hurt at times, but she loved the way he growled low within her, sucking on her like an addict, practically smothered by her ass.

"She’s not satisfied, and neither are we... mmm, I want her. I need to mount her, to impregnate her now. I like this female."

The dragon within him demanded wildly, and more scales appeared on the man’s body.

During mating, the more aroused dragons became with their partner, the more their animalistic traits emerged—a blend of human and beast.

And this dragon, beyond his heat, was overly stimulated by the little