#frostythots

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.

Especially now. Now that she was laid out on the soft summer grasses with her Dearest Vola, growling into her mouth, and grinding something against her. She figured it was some new fangled phallus. And the dragon sorceress was finding herself so glad she’d gone with a skirt, and not pants today. 

She hadn’t felt like this in centuries. Her pulse racing to stoke the fire in her inner furnace, and her long fingers reaching out for her beloved Demoness. Shyly carding her claws through Vola’s majestic mane and down. Across her breast and the muscles in her abdomen and then trailing back the way they’d come. So she could bring Vola closer by wrapping her arm around her neck. It was a little overwhelming, all of this, but if the pleased thrumming in Draconna’s chest and the way her long green tail moved to curl around Vola’s wasn’t enough of a sign.... well there was no doubt she wanted this too. 

When Vola pulled out of that kiss a soft hiss of complaint escaped Draconna’s lips. Though it was lost to her marveling at how glorious Vola looked with the colors of resplendent sunset overhead. Like it was made to be her backdrop. Like the sunset was made for them and this moment. She nodded at what Vola was saying. Asking her.

It did, and it didn’t surprise her at how he quickly reached for her when she sat down. If he couldn’t feel her heat and how heavy it was on her this year, he surely could smell the new pheromones' in her scent. And so it wasn’t a surprise that he would pull her into his lap like he was doing tonight. 

“HooHoo~! Is this a Hint me Love?” she cooed with her throaty voice taking on that hungry flavor to it. And hissed with delight at the feel of his member pressing against her heated flesh. The new wild feathers along the nape of her neck fluffing up at the deep growl that came from his throat. 

His burly hands pawed at her meager clothes and her tailfeathers rustled and waggled. Tipping her head back when his lips pressed to her freckled throat to give him more room. Biting her lip with a groan as he fondled her ample rear and snuck his hand up to torment her through her markings. 

His words made her grin that wicked one she reserved for these moments. Keeva rocked herself against the bulge pressing against her. Her hands moving to work their way through the soft fluff of his ruff. She couldn’t play with his nipples given he had her pressed so tightly against him her magnificent boobs were squished against his chest. She had to content herself with caressing his arms and shoulders and up to the nape of his neck. Black talons playing with his dark hair.  

Hex’s feathers tickled her back as his body overshadowed her. His nibbling on the back of her neck made Val shudder and moan softly. Her dark green tresses spilled over one shoulder and lay across the ground. The crown of her head ringed in a coronet of hyacinth, gladiolus, and the bright red of the pomegranate blossoms that always grew with the rousing of her passions and hormones. The very air was sweet with the aphrodisiacal pheromones' the flowers were expelling. Like the scrumptious flavor of a ripe pomegranate. Made Irresistible for her mate. 

Val’s freckled cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and delight. This was all so scandalous... and wonderous. These sensations she was experiencing. That she'd only ever felt splashes with the few times they had tried necking and fleeting little touches.

Her form rocked with each of his gentle thrusts. Each time his member slid slick against and between her sensitive folds. She'd gasp and her thick lashes would flutter. Eyes a dark blue now.