#firestorm ship

Draconna had woken up late today. Some combination of how hard she’d worked yesterday, the bed and her lover being too comfy, and the dream she was having was starting to have a... spicy flavor to it. Though reluctant she’d finally gotten up anyway. Wanting to start breakfast so it was at least cooking before Vola woke up like the Dragoness was wont to have it.

That all flew nicely out the window. To Draconna’s surprise and rising delight as she had just shed her night shirt Vola had surprised her by waking up. And before Draconna could greet her, or reach for the clothes she’d laid out for the day she was being backed against the wall. And Vola’s burly hand was finding it’s way to her crotch.

Vola would find that Draconna’s panties were already slightly wet from the way her dream had been going before she’d woken up. 

Draconna shuddered at the tone and deep growl in her mate’s voice this morning. Her scales making that soft sound they always did whenever they raised with goosebumps going across her skin. And her cheeks brightened with embarrassment and delight.

“G-Good morning m-my Northstar~” she stuttered, whimpering softly as she bit her lip. One of her hands distractedly reached out to lay on Vola’s massive bicep. Vola’s fingers moved, rubbing Draconna’s folds through her panties and her heart thudded heavily in her chest.