Coral

Drasus is a bad dragon. He is toying with me, first with a dominant, possessive kiss I couldn't ignore, and then by stripping in front of me with something else I couldn't ignore.

Whatever Sarkarnii keep in their pouches, Drasus' is huge. I'm not entirely sure how it remains contained.

Finally, if there can be a finally, he fooled me into thinking he'd sunk to the bottom of the pool and I'd have to go in after him.

And I can't swim.

Which means, when he ducks under for a second time, I'm flying headfirst across the floor in an attempt to grab hold of him before he goes.

"Drasus!" I snatch at the only thing visible, his tail.

The slippery scales pull out of my reach, and he surfaces again, fangs on show.

"Still dressed?" he asks, and makes a soft clucking sound which could be a tut. "The aquium is doing wonders for my recovery. Perhaps you should check it out."

I shuffle back on my now drenched butt and fold my arms across my chest, which is presumably see-through.

"No," I reply.

Drasus' flame-filled eyes darken in a way which, if I thought his kiss did funny things to my insides, I was wrong. His smoldering glower turns them to liquid. He is filled with sin and wantonness and my core convulses at what he might have planned.

"No?" he says, as if he's not used to the word as an answer. "I don't agree."

"What you agree to and what I agree to are two different things. I'm not coming in."

He swishes his way to the edge again, his terrible gaze raking over me and making me squirm. Behind him, his tail slowly winds from side to side.

I should not find it sexy at all, but my body disagrees. I might be able to dry my clothes with the heat I'm generating.

Smoke curls gently from Drasus' nostril, and his mouth is quirked up as he inspects me, before he holds out his hand.

"You are safe with me, even in deep waters, little flame, I promise," he says with a voice of a thousand a day habit and enough wickedness to turn a nun.

"I-I can't swim," I blurt out idiotically.

"You won't be swimming," Drasus growls. "Take off your clothes and join me."

It's not a suggestion. Heat floods me. The way Drasus looks at me is setting everything alight.

"Do you need me to come out and help you?" he rasps.

I shake my head and begin peeling off the wet garments until I'm only in a pair of flimsy knickers, my entire body shaking because I want this.

And I shouldn't want this.

This being a huge, muscled, and extremely naked dragon alien who seems to be able to compel me to do whatever he asks.

A hand shoots out of the water and grabs my ankle, pulling me the short distance to the side of the aquium.

"Wait! I said I can't swim!" I cry out.

"And I said you won't be swimming," Drasus rumbles, shoving his hands in between my legs and then slowly parting my thighs, inserting himself in between them.

"What's this?" He toys with the edge of the knickers. "I thought I said take everything off."

His claw is drifting over the skin under the fabric, tracing gently over my mound, and I shudder even though I don't want to.

"You didn't mean…?" I'm not sure I can raise my eyes from where his obscenely large finger is slipping between my knickers and my thigh.

"Are you fond of this item?" Drasus asks, and I see the smoke from his lips which are oh-so-close to mine.

"Yes…I mean, no. They're just knickers. I have other pairs."

Stop rambling, Coral!

A snipping sound and there's cool air on my pussy. I slam my hand over the naked area with a gasp.

"If I wanted you to cover yourself, I'd have let you keep your clothing on, little flame." Drasus' voice is filled with smoke.

He lifts my hand away with ease. I know there's no point resisting. Drasus has already proven his strength even when he was barely conscious. He places his hands on my hips and stares down at me.

"Did I do this?" he queries, lifting one hand to trace over the shaded bruise above my sternum before his hand drops to cup my breast and a thumb sweeps over the tight peak of a nipple.

"Y-yes." I stumble over my words, unable to make my lips work.

His touch is scrambling my brain. The way he holds me, so confident, so demanding, like I belong to him. And I think my body already does, my chest thrusting into his hand, needy and wanting.

"Then I am required to pleasure you to balance out the pain I gave you."

The other hand moves from my hip to caress the other breast before Drasus dips his head and laps his forked tongue over my nipple and pulls a cry of delight from my lips far too easily.

"It looks like pleasure is long overdue, sweet female." He trails a claw down between my breasts until his hand is just above my mound, my thighs already spread wide so he can stand between them.

I am completely exposed.

"Breathe, little flame," Drasus says, brushing a kiss over my lips. "All you need to do is breathe and enjoy."

The finger traces lower, through my wisp of hair, until it slides over my clit and between my folds.

"Just breathe." He kisses each of my nipples in turn as his thick digit explores me, dipping inside. "Such a tight little thing." He kisses down my chest, over my belly, and drops into the water.

The finger is removed and two massive hands press at my thighs, stretching me wider. A pair of flaming eyes with pupils slitted like a cats dance up at me.

"Looks like I get to have a cunt feast today, my flame," Drasus says as he puts out his forked tongue and then dives headfirst into my pussy, licking his way to my clit, where he puts the double ends to the best use, tweaking the bundle of nerves.

I cry out, falling back onto the warm ground, my arms failing as he sucks and laps. With an ease seemingly born of long experience, he lazily extracts the first orgasm I've ever had. My mind going blank, my body seizing up and then convulsing, thighs squeezing at him, unable to stop the juddering and the white heat of desire and pleasure which fires through me like a freight train.

"Delicious." Drasus lifts his head, evidence of my climax covering his lips. "But you need more."