Chapter 2 - Lessons


A few hours had passed since the Thanagorians arrived. Mostly involving the humans praying to shrines. While Max was Draconian in nature, he was not like what the shrines represented. He was closer looking to a human in the form he was in. Most Draconians referred to humans as Thanagorians. Merely to hold on to their old language. Humans called his species Dragons, probably some form of simplification or mishap in their weird worship. He looked at one of the many shrines. A statuette of a small emerald dragon, standing on its hind legs, back straight and tail covering its feet. Its head was facing down into the bowl which contained one of the incense candles. Its wings were spanned outwards as if to show them off. Max smiled softly at the often-wrong representation. Only the Elder dragon of each dragon species looked like this, but their size was more comparable to a horse. Rather than the giant spectacles. There is only one draconian elder for each faction: Ruby, Azure, Onyx, Bronze and Emerald. Elder dragons come to existence when the previous had passed away, in which its essence passed on. This wasn’t random, as it often went to the oldest dragon in the current generation. Draconians remain in a state like that of Max, which look human but have a few other aspects. Wings and tail are among these, but other dragon species have unique features. Ruby Dragons, the Guardians of Life, had ruby red scales on their arms and legs and lizard like eyes. Azure Dragons, the Guardians of Magic, were the most human like with pointed ears. Onyx Dragons, the Guardians of Death, the least human due to their wings sprouting where their forearms and hooked claws for fingers, along with scales covering most of their body. Bronze Dragons, the Guardians of Time itself, were the hardest to spot, looking extremely like a human. Most dragons could not perform time magic, but those that had thought of messing with time or interrupting the flow, would be met with the Bronze dragons, to either be cut down or stopped.
Max’s thoughts were cut as he was approached by one of the humans, female if the breasts and slim face didn’t give that away.
“H-hello, I – um, like to,” She stuttered a few more times. Before taking a deep breath. Her magenta eyes stared into Max’s for a few seconds. But his smile remained and he held out his hand. She took it nervously, and shook.
Honestly, Thanagorians could be so hard to understand. Why they chose to worship the Draconians was a little confusing. At first, they were afraid of us due to how different we looked. But after some understanding and a lot of talking, they finally realized we were just the watchers. Only to act if our responsibilities were threatened in some way. They began to idolize these us for doing these tasks, without being asked to. Embarrassingly enough, an Emerald dragon’s responsibility was to help other members of each Dragon type to… engage in intercourse.

The Guardians of Sex.

It was embarrassing mostly because he was still new to it. He had enjoyed pleasures related to sex, but not sex itself.
One would have thought that the Ruby Dragons would help others have sex, due to protecting life, but it was more convoluted than that. They were the dragons that protected current life. Not the creation of new life. If they weren’t so busy trying to make sure everyone lived peacefully, they would’ve died out a long time ago.
“I’d like to ask,” she spoke again, “if you could help me understand how one gets… into sex.” She mumbled. Her short brown hair tussled slightly. He gripped her hand a little tighter. He could feel the coarse skin, her nails cut without care, and the muscle she tried to hide with her long-sleeved shirt. She was an army type of woman. Sex and pleasure were out of her scope, and if her being here wasn’t already an indicator. He’d say that she’d found love.

“Is there someone back at home that fails to pleasure you?” Max asked genuinely.

She sighed heavily, the flush growing larger as she shakes her head slightly. 

“It’s not that he fails me, it’s that we fail each other. Whenever we try and do it-” 
                
“Sex.”

Her magenta eyes widened as they looked up to his brown ones. 

                “It’s sex. You may call it as it is. You also may tell me your desires, you may tell me what ails you. Would you be more comfortable inside?” He asked gently, gesturing with his other hand to a side entrance with its door still closed. She nodded, calming down somewhat.

As they entered the small room, she found that a small and simple bed with candles lit all around. There was no other source of light other than the open door or the candles.

                “I will be back in just a moment, we have someone in need of help.” Max announced, the others smiled.
humans can be so creepy.

He stepped inside fully and slid the door closed.

                “Now, please. Tell me your name.” He said, sitting on the bed and gesturing her to do so as well. She did as he suggested, taking a seat next to him.

                “Sally Alvar. Why is this room set up like this?” Sally asked, looking around anxiously.

                “The incense candles are meant to calm the mind eventually. Give it time. We are only here to talk comfortably. Now, how do you and your loved one begin sex?” Max enquired, smiling on in encouragement. At first, Sally was apprehensive, but after a few deep breathes, she felt slightly more peaceful.

                “First, he would take off his clothes and I’d take off mine. But, we were in the army before we got together. We’d seen our bodies plenty of times before so he doesn’t react to mine too strongly, and mine doesn’t either. When we try to do it.” She bit her lip, “try to have sex. It just hurts.” She said quietly, looking over to Max who was contemplating this information with his eyes closed, humming softly.

                “Secondly, why isn’t your partner with you?” 

                “I didn’t want to make him feel emasculated. He’s as embarrassed as I am.” Max nodded slowly, still in thought.

                “I feel like battle had ruined our ability to have a child. If one has seen so much death what right do we have to make life?” She teared up, trails of water gracing her strong cheekbones. 

Sally felt a pressure on her shoulders. The feeling of moving backwards came. She realized there was an overwhelming strength and presence on top of her. Alarms set off. She needed to fight. She needed to-

                “It’s ok to be afraid. But don’t think that no one deserves the right to have a family. The reason you two are having trouble is because neither of you are engaging in enough foreplay.” Sally blinked in confusion, a small frown on Max’s face became present.
                “After all, a Thanagorian can be aroused at any given moment given consent, time, effort and understanding.” He quoted, only giving her more confusion. What did he call her?

                “Oh right, sorry,” he continued, “I’m asking for your consent to show you how to get ready for sex.” 
Her face went entirely red. Her first instinct to something she didn’t understand was to punch it. But that wouldn’t work here. She took in his words, then rose her hands up to her reddened face.

                “We – we won’t have sex, would we?” She asked quietly.

                “No. I will show you how a woman is pleasured, so that you can tell him what you like. Trust me, when he sees that you’re aroused, he will be too. Would you like me to show you?”

Sally took in another deep breath, the incense smelled oddly of lavender. Her favourite smell.

She nodded.

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Her clothes removed and her body bare. She tried not to cover any part of her body, and laid fully on the bed. Her C cup breasts sagged slightly, all those years spent training and fighting left her body toned and strong. Enough to make anyone jealous of her looks and body, and she enjoyed it immensely whenever she could see their envy. But her husband was the only one that deserved her. Talanor ‘The Giant’ they would call him, due to his immense size, and due to his immense size. He too was the envy of men, in more ways than one. She looked over to see the Emerald dragon removing his robe. He took gentle steps towards her.

                “The secret to foreplay is to enjoy yourself. Allow your partner to look upon you and touch. Explore and feel. To start, I will explore and touch you.” He made clear what was happening. Taking slow movements to allow her time to process what was happening. He did not hover over her like Talanor would, he sat next to her and gazed over her body. It had been some time since a man would look so clearly at her body. One of his hands rested upon her toned stomach. She took in a deep breath at how warm his hands were. His hand glided over her set of abs in small circles, rising slowly to meet one of her breasts. Taking in a handful, he squeezed gently, and let go to allow his finger to gently caress her light brown nipple that was slowly hardening.

‘What are these strange sensations?’ She thought, never once experiencing this sort of feeling. The hand left her breast as suddenly as it had begun its caressing. In a surprising groan of disappointment, she was happy to feel that her other breast was now receiving the same pleasure as the other. Back when she was a teen, she had no time to allow herself the pleasure of the human body. She was conscripted into the army, she trained day in and day out. Became a captain, led men and women alike to fight. She watched her enemies and allies die. Yet…

She was powerless against this dragon.

His hand had grown to shed a green light for a moment. Sally paid it no heed, opting to instead close her eyes and think of her beloved.

                “Talanor…” She moaned softly, opening her eyes for just a moment. To see the dragon no longer, but instead the rugged face of Talanor, in all his naked glory.

                “That’s it my love. Just focus on this sensation, take it all in.” His face leaned in closer to her own, to kiss her softly. She moaned into it, feeling his legs brush over her own. He was on top of her now, and she enjoyed the feeling. The feeling of being so close to her beloved. Her arms wrapped around his, and pulled him closer. His hands left her breasts, no longer being able to leave them there comfortably. She wanted nothing more to enjoy this moment, how his muscled body leaned into hers. How soft their kiss was? The gentleness of it all felt so right to her. All her life was battle and pain. Now she realized that none of that made her feel good, she simply desired softness and ease. She realized that it was becoming hard to breathe, she released herself from the kiss and took in heavy breaths. 

                “You are so lovely my darling maiden.” Ah, his pet name. It made the warmth in her chest spread even more, and she could feel his hardened cock against her leg. She crooned at the feeling.

                “I think I’m ready now my beloved.” Sally said huskily, only to be met with Talanor shaking his head.

                “Not yet my darling maiden, there is more I’d like to show you.”

She breathed out as she felt his hands slide down her thighs, allowing her to fully recognise what he was doing. He moved inwards towards her slowly wetting core. A single finger slid onto her sensitive lips, and she moaned quietly in response. Her smirked as he lowered himself down to her pussy to see better. His finger trailed up and down, allowing his other hand to rest on her hip. She squirmed slightly at the sensation. 

                ‘So, this is foreplay? If feels so good.’

She could no longer hold it in, this strange feeling was intoxicating. She wanted more of it. The finger sped up, while his other hand trailed back up to her abs, then to grope her right breast. Slowly squeezing and caressing her tit in circles. She moaned loudly, she never knew her breasts would be so weak to this pleasure. She knew some women that had been ready from simply playing with their breasts, but she didn’t think they would be serious. She didn’t even know what being ready really was!
Then she felt it. A wet feeling encompassing something that almost sent her into mad spasms. She looked down past the hand that was squeezing her breast, to see Talanor’s tongue flicking against something she hadn’t seen before. He flicked it again, rougher this time. 

“Hoooooaaaah! What is that?!” She screamed at the sensation.

                “Something that’ll make sure you’re definitely ready for me, my darling maiden.” He said huskily, causing her to shiver at the tone. Talanor was never like this. He didn’t know such things, surely not. But she couldn’t deny what was happening to her. She felt herself becoming wetter by the moment. It was unreal. The finger at her pussy stopped its rubbing motion, she would have been sad. If weren’t for the very same finger had begun entering her at a slow pace. Sally bit her lip, expecting pain to come her way, every bit of her tensed up at the thought, and prepared for the intrusion. Knowing that it wouldn’t work like every other time.

                “Relax my darling maiden, and surrender yourself to me. It will be fine. I promise, that I’d never hurt you.” Talanor said soothingly. She believed him. He had no reason to lie. She nodded and breathed in deeply, he magenta eyes staring into his brown eyes. The finger entered to his first knuckle. Her eyes flashed at the action, but there was no pain that she was expecting. 
“Ohhh…” She breathed out heavily. 

It entered in ever so more. Then, much to her disappointment was, removed completely. As did the other hand that was still caressing her breast. Sally looked down at him with a pout, the flush and sweat running down her cheeks implying that she was very much enjoying herself. He smirked, then rose, revealing a 
very ready erection. 

                “I believe you understand now. How good foreplay is.” His hand fell gently on her calf, then slid up to her thigh, the action causing Sally to moan. Was she really that sensitive to her beloved’s touch? Everything felt so right. They should have done this ‘foreplay’ plenty of times before. How could neither of them known? She was glad that Talanor figured it out first. He was such a good man. So, nice, good looking. So, hard for her body. She nodded in agreement, she had missed out on a fair bit when it came to sex. He placed his hands on either side of her head, and she felt her heart would leave her chest at any moment. The head of his dick slowly moved to her core. She bit her lip, ready for it to come. Ready to finally have sex.

Nothing came.
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Sally opened her eyes, a certain tiredness washed over her. She looked around to find that all the candles were no longer lit. A blanket had covered her body. She blinked in confusion, was she not enjoying a night of love with Talanor? She made to move her legs from under the blanket only to moan from the sensation. She was still quite sensitive. 

With the blanket removed, her hand trailed down her breast. She shuddered from the delightful spark that went up her spine as her fingers trailed over her nipples. Down further her hand went until it reached is moist pussy. Remembering the action Talanor took with his finger, she deigned to do the same.

                “Ah, good to see you’re awake.” 

She jumped from the noise. The door to what appeared to be a shrine had opened. There stood the Emerald Dragon himself! She covered herself up with the blanket in the attempt to be more modest.

                “Don’t worry, don’t worry. It’s fine. If you don’t remember, you came here in the hopes to understand foreplay for you and your husband. I gave you a pleasurable dream. Did it feel real?” He asked with a big smile. Sally nodded once, a large flush still on her face. She then mentally berated herself for acting like a schoolgirl. 

                “That’s good!” He cheered, “Using some Dream magic has its perks, but it does require you to be asleep. Which is what the candles are for.” He gestured around the candles. Sally took note that they were no longer exuding smoke
“Now, put some clothes back on and head back home. I believe your partner and you deserve some enjoyable company with one another. It is afternoon and you should make your way now.” He said, leaving the room as his robe fluttered slightly in the wind.
‘Enjoyable company with Talanor… Yes, that sounds good.’ Sally thought with a small smile.
 
 
Maximillian hummed in satisfaction. It wasn’t the first time a human had come to his shrine in need of sexual guidance. But everyone needed help the first time around. Himself included. That courtesan had no idea what was coming.
Max snickered.

While he knew the ins and outs of foreplay, he’d never gotten to have sex. It wasn’t a choice either, Emerald Dragons had one partner for life. Only they can have sex with them. It didn’t have to be just with dragons. The Thanagorian and Draconian mating process was quite similar, although only a draconian was born with conception. Humans often felt that having a Dragon as their mate was a huge honour and was something to celebrate within their family. He shook his head at the thought. It was quite silly, their worship of his species. But he supposed it was much better than what they had before. The Gods that they had chosen to believe in, in the past, weren’t the nicest. So many wars, it’s no wonder the dragons intervened. Though, according to the Bronze, that changed some future events quite drastically. But since it promoted less genocide and death, they were fine with it. Not happy, but not upset either. The Onyx were a bit grumpy, but the Emerald showed them how to relieve some of those tensions. 

                ‘Leviathans are worse though. The few villages on the coast are betrayed. They do not trade fish and good tides with simple worship. But if a trader or visitor from the outside was to disappear, then who would ask questions?’

Max grumbled at the thought. But after such a long day he figured some rest was in order. As he stepped into his home, he found Scarlett rummaging through his cupboards. What caught his eye the most was that she wore one of his old shirts and her underwear, if it could be called that. Her ‘underwear’ looked as though it was being eaten by her colossal ass. He moved to the counter and leaned against the wooden surface.

                “What’s with the get-up?” 

Scarlett jumped in shock, realizing that she was no longer alone. When she got a good look at him, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She quickly composed herself.

                “If you must know, you ruined my pants and my shirt was dirty. I found a spare and had to wear just these. What’s with yours?” She asked annoyedly. He sighed softly, about to answer. But was interrupted by a large growl coming from Scarlett. In response, her face lit up, and placed a hand on her stomach.

                “I can make some food for you if you’d like. Just sit at one of the couches.”

                “You didn’t answer my question.” She responded, not daring to take an eye off him. She wanted to set him off again. It seemed any amount of insubordination pissed him off, and she wanted to if she could defend herself against that. Instead though, he simply sighed.

                “Look I didn’t mean to lash out earlier today. So, let’s make amends. I feed you, and you sit down. We can talk, I’ll answer questions and your stomach won’t make embarrassing noises.” He calmly said, moving over to an unlit hearth. He took a deep breath, and blew out fire. Scarlett’s eyes widened for a moment.

                “I didn’t think a telekinetic could make fire.” What she said felt more like a question than a statement to Max. 
                “Psychokinetic. And I can do plenty more than breathe fire.” He murmured that last part. To his surprise, she did sit on the coach patiently.

‘This might be easier than I thought.’ He thought happily.
 
 
                ‘This might be the hardest thing I’ve done’ Scarlett panicked internally. The thought of escape had crossed her mind several times. But it wouldn’t be of use. She was to stay for an unclear amount of time. A woman to be left with a man in what turned out to be a shrine.

For an emerald dragon.

The bastard turned out to be that emerald dragon.

It wasn’t too bad, she supposed. She had nothing against any race, gender or culture. Just to do as she was told when she was told. But her earlier plans to kill him and run were now cut short indefinitely. Killing a dragon meant 30 years of torture for the murderer. The murderer isn’t given to humans though. The Onyx dragons did not like it when another dragon died, but they do love torture. She was technically safe where she was. No-one would try and kill her, unless they got permission from the dragon, and it was definite that no-one would attempt to harm the dragon. Her thoughts were broken by a plate being put in front of her.

                “That was quick.” She noted, grabbing a knife and fork, ready to dig in to the stew in front of her.

                “Two hours isn’t quick.” He replied, mirroring her actions. Scarlett blinked twice, looking out a nearby window. True enough, the sun was long gone and the moon shone brightly in its full state. The grumble from her stomach put her out of her surprised state and began munching down without a second thought. 

                “You don’t mind that I’m a dragon, do you?”

Scarlett forgot about the food in her mouth momentarily and opened her mouth to speak. She turned to face away, red in the cheeks. 
                “I don’t much care what you are.” She took another mouthful of food, noting how good it was. Was it chicken? She could get used to living here with this kind hospitality. But she needed to get out and stretch her legs. Amongst other worldly desires to be sated. The kind of desires that this type of dragon was more than familiar. They sat in silence, finishing every scrap that was left in the bowl.

                “Well that was a satisfying meal. But I am exhausted after today. I’m off to bed. Don’t do anything stupid. Otherwise I’ll smack your ass again.” He said nonchalantly, walking down the hall, he missed the huge blush on Scarlett’s face.
 
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                “Maybe I should try and run away from just to get some attention. I am so bored.” Scarlett groaned. Pushing her head into the pillow. She huffed, rubbing her ass absentmindedly. 

                ‘He said I couldn’t leave the house. But not that I couldn’t get into his room.’

She grinned and stepped up from her bed. Her body was partially naked, excluding her underwear. She snuck into the hallway, the boards making minimal noise. Her grin widened, he left the door slightly ajar. She pushed open the door and found a still lit candle and Maximillian sleeping peacefully. 

Fully naked.

She was no stranger to the male body, but never had she encountered the impressive body of an Emerald Dragon. What was even more impressive was the size of his cock, which was hanging off the side of the bed. Scarlett bit her lip. Debating her options. 
On one hand, she could go through his drawers and look for anything of interest. Dirty magazines, knives, private letters and perhaps more. On the other, she could inspect his ‘goods’. Maybe get some pay back for how sore he made her bubbly butt feel.
She crawled towards his naked form, completely enthralled by what would be the biggest dick she would ever lay her eyes on. She originally came to inspect his room, but wasn’t expecting it to be this easy or exciting. Her face smacked straight into his dick. The head of it touched her lips. The shaft following up past her nose were his hairless crotch neared her forehead. She was too close. She needed to back out. She came to look. Not touch. There was a scent in the air around his dick.

She took in a deep breath, and moaned. Her tongue licked his bulbous head slowly. The musk he was letting out was intoxicating. The head slid into her mouth and sucked, letting her hand slide down to her wet pussy. She felt a huge throb go through his dick, and to her shock it got larger. It wouldn’t stop growing in length and girth. Her mouth reaching its limits, she was thankful that her gag reflex was somewhat gone. Deepening her blowjob to a full blown voluntary deepthroating. Her throat distended slightly as his cock moved in and out of it. Her cheeks concaved as she grew louder in her sucking, completely forgetting what she came here to do or why. Her nose bumped against his thigh, and she felt him shudder slightly. Worried, she let his dick out of her maw. To her relief, he rolled over, still in his slumber.

Well, he wasn’t a dream dragon for nothing.

Not letting his movement impede her. She crawled onto his bed and witnessed his cock at full mast, amazed that she had managed to fit that into her mouth. Her eyes glazed over as she realized what she was doing. Her hand returned to her pussy as she went closer to lap at his balls. This was just her getting back at him for what he did to her poor ass the other day. How he made it so red, raw and bruised. How the thought of him dominating her in such a way turned her on more. She wanted to beg him to smack her ass before forcefully throating her – 

No!

Her other hand began pumping his shaft as she licked up her previously left saliva. She wanted revenge by doing thing to his body without his permission. She gave the head of his dick a long kiss, letting her tongue slip past her lips to lick up his precum. It tasted sweet, almost sickeningly sweet as opposed to that horrible bitter than the regular old men she tricked. She allowed herself to slide down halfway down his cock, then to pull up. Repeating this motion as her fingers deepened inside her twat. Her juices dripped down her thighs. In a spur of pure lust, she pushed herself down all the way. His cock buried down her throat, her nose pressed against his hairless crotch. Her tongue poked out on the underside of his cock, wiggling slightly against is large balls. 

She held her position there for a few more seconds. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Her fingers were knuckle deep in her drenched pussy. The throbbing of his cock was powerful, and she could feel it all through her tight throat. Her breathing grew heavy and distorted due to her airways being blocked. She moved up, the feeling of his cockhead dragging along her throatpussy causing her to moan. Once his cockhead returned to her tongue, she swirled energetically. Precum became a constant stream, a creamy sweet texture filled her mouth. She grinned stupidly as she swallowed down the sweet substance. But the emptiness inside her throat called to her. She inhaled his cock back into her throat. Moaning excitedly as she thrust her head back and forth, saliva piling up and making a mess of her face and his crotch. A stupid grin plastered her face as she began her voluntary facefucking.

His cock engorged for a moment, Scarlett’s eyes widened as more of her mouth and throat was spread. Huge spurts of cum hosed down her gullet. Filling her up to capacity, she tried to move back. The sweet taste filling her mouth and escaped over her face and dripped onto the bed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the sweet smell filling her nose, due to how it trickled out. Tears strolled down her cheeks, the dragon cock no longer releasing its caramel flavoured sperm. But she wanted to be sure. She sucked the head and ran her tongue over the slit of his urethra. She pulled of the thick dick with an audible pop. A stupid grin plastered her face. She rolled over, trying to gain some sense, her feet landed shakily on the floor as she stood. She scooped the spare cum into her mouth, trying to get as much of the sweet substance on her body into her system. 

‘Fuck I needed something like that. I’m such a bad girl for doing this though.’ She bit her lip, looking back to Max’s slumbering form. Sweat trailing down his cheeks, and a pleasant smile on his lips. Her eyes trailed lower to the mess she caused, to find that his cock was still hard as before. Its purple head seeped slightly with semen, the thick veins pumped powerfully. 

‘Maybe one more round? It couldn’t hurt if it was still my mouth, right?’ She thought naughtily, her cum covered hands crawling down her back. Squeezing her bruised, yet supple ass. She momentarily lost her balance, causing a piece of paper to fall onto the fall off the bed side counter. Hesitantly, she picked it up and read. 
                
My Dear Nephew,

Maximillian. You are coming of age and are of need of a mate. I give to you my most precious and loyal servant. Her skills of coup de grace are focused and are masterful. Much like you, I saved her from a life of near death. It is only right that the girl I saved, should be with the whelpling I too, saved. 
I ask that you attend as the personal guard to the High Priest. I know that you wouldn’t want to usually, but it would be a large boost to your reputation. Plus, you wouldn’t be in debt to me anymore.
But now I ask of one favour, in which I will be indebted to you forever. 
I ask you to love her. 
I am aware that the Emerald’s pick a lover for life. But I would ask that you love her. She is special, so special that not even she is aware of it. Do not mistake this for me giving her away and making you take her free will. She would never appeal to that. Rather, I would prefer that she would learn to love you on her own. Which, means no influencing her mind. She has walked a life of death and meaningless lust. She may continue to do so, she has no allegiance up until this point. Neither of you will be the more powerful. She will be your knife in the backs of your enemies 
Scarlett, I have a feeling you will get your hands on this. I will tell you, it will be hard at first, to accept this responsibility. But this is your last contract. Learn to love and live with Maximillian. By any means necessary. He will be your fire, that burns within your heart.

Love, Jester.
 
“Jester did this…” Scarlett whispered. She grit her teeth. Failure was one thing, but a planned betrayal? How could he?

                ‘But you’re safer here, you have had a decent meal. And you enjoyed your dessert too you naughty minx.’ Her honest mind betrayed her.

                “But this is wrong. To have my life taken away-”

                ‘You never had a life. You lived constantly a metre away from death, from your targets and your so-called allies. Besides, wouldn’t you miss a Dragon with a cock this huge and this virile?’

Scarlett looked back over to Max, sleeping peacefully, his impressive member was no longer hard. She bit her lip, reading over the letter one last time and allowed a small smile to form on her lips. The letter was back in place and sauntered over to the bed. She slipped her underwear off and laid down next to him.

                ‘After all, when was the last time someone made a meal for you? I think this one is alright.’

She snuggled closer, pulling the covers over their naked forms. 
