“Nnggh… mmmm….”
“What’s the matter?” she asks. “Have I touched a nerve? Have I found a spot to press?” As she says this, her hand, large but dexterous, finds its way between the fox’s legs. Curling her fingers, she pets the pussy, keeping up a slow but deliberate pace. “We can be in here all night, you and I, and you could cum over and over again, but only if you admit something to me?”
“A…. Ah… wh…ah…?”
“That you are a pathetic little woman who wants to be used, and you’re too proud to admit it.”
“Mnnngh…”
Tik Tik pulls her hand away.
Jun wraps her arms around Tik Tik, locks her legs around the kobold, and pats a tail on the dragon’s back.
“My, who is trapped here?” asks Tik Tik. With little effort, she flexes her strength, breaking Jun's hold and sitting up before her, licking her lips.
Jun falls on her back, sprawled out, whimpering, rocking her hips upward.
“Pathetic… and delightful,” the kobold coos. With that, she scoops up the lifted hips and lifts the kitsune higher, her tails falling to rest on the kobold’s lap as her view of the world flips upside down.
Jun is on her shoulders on the floor, her maw wide and her arms dangling back. She lifts her head to watch the scene before her, the kobold whose large head rests neatly between her thighs, smiling down at her with those mischievous blue eyes sparkling with delight. She rolls out that massive and impressive tongue, pressing it to the folds of flesh down between her legs, teasing and tasting the delight that the kitsune has.
“I… in… ah… cred… ammmaaaah!”
She can’t finish her compliment as that tongue pushes its way into her, slowly swirling and probing, finding the perfect spot with hardly any delay. Jun throws her head back, gasping and panting, her chest rising and falling, her tails twitching, and her toes curling.
Her tummy tingles as the tongue wriggles around in her, and she takes all her effort to lift her head again, watching as that mouth presses up against her body. The kobold’s nostrils flare as she holds onto the kitsune, her eyes locked onto Jun as she flicks.
Jun can only hold it a moment before she has to let go. The shock of delight coursing through her as the tongue hits her in just the right way makes her lose control. She is a puppet in the kobold’s hands, panting heavily with no coherent thoughts or words.
And all the while, the kobold holds her, growls possessively and tastes the delight flowing from her newest pet’s innermost chambers.
Jun has received the pleasure of cunnilingus many times from her beloved flower. It is that subservience and the love and hopefulness in Camellia’s red eyes that look up longingly at the mistress, pleading to know if she’s been a good girl.
Though, now, it is different. Now, the kitsune looks up to those bright blue eyes of the dragon-transformed Tik Tik, her gaze sultry and commanding, the tongue probing not to impress the kitsune mistress but to demand that Jun knows who the one in charge is.
The long and thick tongue claims as much of Jun as the kitsune can imagine, wriggling and stretching in warm and curling motions. She is captured and enraptured by the kobold, not the master of erotic arts.
And just as she builds up to the crescendo of her desire, her panting breaths higher and higher, the barks of want leaving her mouth and echoing through the dream-reality she and Tik Tik have discovered, that’s when Tik Tik lets go of her thighs and yanks her tongue free, slurping readily from the bounty of her conquest.
Jun cannot hold on, her legs unraveling from the kobold’s body, collapsing onto the floor, panting, heaving, hands falling to be just under her breast.
“Ah… ha… w… what…? Why?”
The kobold answers the question by crawling atop Jun, pressing her soft-scaled body up against the warm fluffiness of the kitsune. Their breasts squish together, nipples teasing at each other, legs hooking around and weaving together in locks of intimate cuddling.
The dominant dragon strokes the kitsune’s cheeks. Her nose pressed up against her nose as he flutters her eyes down at Jun. “Because I’m done eating you out.”
The kitsune shudders at that. Such possessive language! Such disregard for Jun’s desire and willingness to be close to her! She can only imagine what would happen next and-
The kobold tilts her head and leans in, locking mouths with the kitsune in a deep kiss.
Jun lets all thoughts and concerns wash away from her as she takes that tongue inside her, licking over the thing, coaxing it into her parlor as if the tongues were the ones playing an intricate courtship game.
But the mouth, so filled with the taste of Jun’s desire, breathes a haze of taste deep into the fox’s throat. As she lashes up along the dominant muscle, Jun cannot help but whimper. This was not just Tik Tik’s tongue and her spit, but it was the stuff from between her legs spilled forth to the kobold in a state of weakness and desire.
Tik Tik grabs Jun’s shoulders, pinning her down as that long tongue slithers its way to fill her mouth, tickling at the back of her tongue, reaching down even to her throat.
The pinned fox squirms underneath the kobold and her writhing tongue. To think that such a potent creature would be hidden inside the small package.
No, Jun knew this. She had created this room. She had read the many stories penned by Tik Tik.
But experiencing it is an entirely different reality altogether.
When Jun opens her eyes, a rare moment in this passionate kiss, they flutter back with little control or regard for the world around her. Sight is a suggestion—a blur of nonsensical stimuli amid the more pressing information wracking her brain. Every nerve touched by Tik Tik fires off the passions of delight, aroused further by the growls that reverberate through that tongue dancing dangerously inside of her.
But there is another sensation that makes its way to her. It is that thick dragon’s tail that strokes up her body. It starts at the bottom, teasing her toes and tracing them to her ankle. It goes further to her calves and her thighs. Up and down, upward with each stroke, it goes before it snakes around, finding its way just between her legs but not moving from that spot, becoming a sort of seat for Jun.