the soldier is marveling slightly at how large the dragon spirit is. she doesn't have much prior experience in this area, she's never seen a great spirit before, but she wasn't expecting it to be so big! its feathery snakelike body is as long as a military convoy or more. its head alone is almost the size of a horse!
it picked her up like it was nothing mid-bath and turned her back and forth in its tremendous claws, curiously inspecting her. she's not particularly scared; she knows the great spirits are wise and gentle and slow to anger. when it pinned her against the rough bark of a tree with one gigantic bird-foot, she tried not to struggle. it's bad fortune to irritate the spirits
she had figured when she first saw it that it was undignified of her to be nude in the spirit's presence and she apologized profusely for bathing in a lake that she could then reasonably assume to be sacred. thankfully, the dragon spirit didn't seem to mind much. if anything, it found her curious and intriguing
the spirit's tongue doesn't feel much how she imagined. yeah, it's probably some kind of disrespectful to touch herself thinking about the spirits, but she did that fairly frequently when she was younger, and she always imagined they would have wet textured tongues like a human or maybe a dog. instead, the spirit's tongue is mostly dry but very slippery like silky satin, with just the tiniest hint of roughness, and it's incredibly gentle for being the thickness of her arm
one long fork is twining between her legs as the other curls up her chest and teases her nipples. she stifles a gentle whine as it folds back on itself inside her, stretching her wider. she's trying to stay quiet; she's decently far from the soldiers' camp but she still doesn't want to take the risk of someone overhearing her and finding out she's not a man.
there's barely any tongue inside her. it's a lot for her, probably nearly a foot now, but that pales in comparison to the softly pink, muscular 10 feet hanging in midair between her and the massive head softly breathing on her. it's so embarrassing how undone she's coming, surely the spirit doesn't want to see her make a fool of herself! but it feels so nice...
her back arches as the fork inside her brushes something sensitive. the great spirit snorts and curls its tongue again, prodding that spot with the tip repeatedly until she's thrashing around under its claws, but before she can cum it stops dead, leaving her looking down at the completely still tongue and trying to wiggle around on it to push herself over, with no luck at all
she asks the spirit why it stopped, and it doesn't answer her, but it does start moving its tongue inside her again gently as the other fork curls up along her head and prods at her lips. she fails to hold back her grin as she eagerly opens her mouth, grabbing at the body of the fork and licking the tip with her own tongue as it fills her mouth. the dragon makes a chuffing sound as she starts bucking her hips against the fork between her legs
for how turned on she is, her orgasm is surprisingly gentle and flows like a river. the dragon spirit pulls its tongue back, one tine leaving her throat empty and the other curling from her folds with a wet sound, then lays her down on one of its coils and gently licks her entire body clean as she giggles
she really should get back to her unit. she can't tell any of them about this, of course, but that doesn't mean she can't think about it constantly from now on...
