[b][u][center]Master-Mistress Smells Good For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Ever since Master came back from the Master-Master, she was different. Of course, she was a she now, not a he, so that made a lot of differences. Red was one of the ones that hadn’t questioned it, not nearly as much as Purple or Yellow did, at least. Yellow was mostly thinking with his dick, anyway, since he was now too big to actually fuck the Mistress-Master in the pussy. It didn’t go as deep as the ass, and Master-Mistress said that the hard-fuck hurt her in the deep parts. He didn’t know how that worked, but he was the muscle, not the brains. He did as he was told, and he kept to fucking the Master-Mistress in the ass as his cock shrunk down again. It was weird to have that happen, too, but Master-Mistress said that it was because the fighting down in the Leather Place only gave temporary rewards. Red didn’t know what temporary meant, but he guessed that it meant that the stuff didn’t last long. It was about a week since the fighting and three days since Master-Mistress’s change when he noticed the other shift in her. It was slight, barely more than a tiny scent in the air, and at first he didn’t notice it. After all, he was too busy working up a sweat by doing push-ups under the couch and lifting it on his back. He had done those enough times to make it easy, though, and he was able to be distracted by… That smell… It was a thick, musky smell, but it was different from the smell of the Master-Mistress’s ass, both now and back when she had been he. It was stronger, too, hotter, and and it burned at his nose and down to his crotch. He lazily rolled to the side, sending the couch crashing to the ground and the Master-Mistress with it. “GAH! Red! What the hell?!” Red didn’t answer, the lizardman standing up and looking down at his Master-Mistress. She was naked except for the blue bathrobe that she wore, smooth yellow scales on display from head to toe. Her legs were spread, and her new hole was on display as she squirmed and struggled to get herself off the couch. He helped, mostly by putting a foot on the couch and flipping it upright. “GAAAAAAAAH - ooof!” The Master-Mistress slammed into him, his thick chest enough to stop her sudden, impromptu flight across the room. She groaned, pulling her head back and shaking it back and forth. It made her breasts bob and bounce, too. [i]Big boobs.[/i] Without even thinking, Red grabbed hold of the bathrobe and pulled. The Master-Mistress yelped, the dragoness suddenly trying to cover her chest, but he was already looking further down. Squatting down on the balls of his feet, the muscular lizardman found himself face to pussy with the dragoness. She was wet down there, but he was used to seeing that. Used to seeing it drip all the way down her thighs, too, while she was getting fucked up the ass. What he wasn’t used to was the smell that was coming from down there. “Red, are you going - can you hear me? Red? Red...Red….” The voice faded away as the lizardman took in the fragrant, deep, hot scent of a female dragon. It seared through his nose, pulling at his mind and putting it into shutdown. What little bit of thinking that he usually did was told to take a break, and his instincts came to the fore, driving him to do what he did next. He stuck out his tongue and licked right over her bared slit. “Oh - ooooh...okay...you can do that…” Master-Mistress’s permission was nice, but he didn’t really need it. He wasn’t really listening for it, either, as he worked his tongue along her slit and then inside of it. Her juices were as hot as the scent, slightly metallic in taste, but more like a simple buffet of sexual flavors. Red grunted, sticking his tongue around inside of her, feeling for the sensitive spots as he slithered more and more inside of her. The Master-Mistress gripped him by the head, holding him there and holding onto him for balance, as far as he could tell. He didn’t pay much attention. Even in her curvier form, the Master-Mistress was light to him. He could support her with ease. In and out, in and out his tongue went, slowly swirling around her clit before digging into her depths. He flicked it around inside of her, dragging his tongue from side to side, teasing her with the wiggling motions of a serpent before curling it to lick at the pools of juices that were forming from his attentions. She was puffing and panting above him, moaning, grinding her pussy against his face. The smell was spreading along his scales, her musk, her head soaking into him and making him feel almost drenched from it. It was nice, and it had his cock nice and hard, too. He pushed forward, knocking her into the couch again. The Master-Mistress went over, and he leaned in, pushing her legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. “Mmmph. You don’t have to be so pushy, you kno-oooooooooooh god that’s the spot right there right there right - mmmph!” She spasmed around his tongue, and then over his face, her juices splattering along his muzzle. He barely noticed, so focused on her pussy as it clenched down and squeezed his tongue that he didn’t have time or brainpower for anything else. He felt around with his tongue, teasing the inner walls of his Master-Mistress, touching on the different places. There were so many different textures, from the parts that were smooth to the parts that were ribbed, and then there was that little wrinkled spot that was tucked away just a bit in and up. He dragged his tongue over that - “MMMMMPH!” And Master-Mistress went crazy, shaking and humping her hips up against his tongue. He locked his jaws to her crotch, biting down every so slightly against her scales to keep in place, licking that one spot again and again, flicking and tapping it with his tongue, until she went over the edge again… And again… And again… By the time that she was finally done - and by the time that he was sated with exploring that part - she was shivering. He pulled his head back from her pussy, nose against her belly as he traced the scent further up her body, following the feminine musk that seemed to coat her from head to toe. He nuzzled against her tummy, then against her sides, before finally making his way to her chest. Her breasts, huge as they were - with nipples to match - had a small musk of their own. Mostly beneath them, where the sweat tended to gather, but also around the tops and along the curves of her chest. He nuzzled into them, rubbing his snout between them and pushing them apart, before slowly dragging his tongue along the vast yellow globes. She shivered beneath him, whispering something, but the lizardman was too far gone to listen. Lick, lick, lick, he went, cleaning the sweat from her scales and taking the scent into his head, as well. This was nice. This was good. This was Master-Mistress. This was the one that he was supposed to serve. He dragged his tongue along the side of her breast, all the way down to her nipple. The large pink thing was bigger than anything on the porn that Yellow liked to watch, or in the magazines that Purple smuggled in and hid under his bed. It was like a giant CD of pink flesh just under a pink nub that was twice the size of the dragoness’s clit. And he kissed it. “MMMPH! Oh god, are you ever going to stop? Please say no…” He didn’t have words for the Master-Mistress. He wasn’t a talker like Purple. He was a lizard of action. And so, he acted. He leaned into her breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth and tweaking the other with his fingers. Red bit gently, then licked the spots where his teeth had dug in, feeling the dragoness whimpering and moaning beneath him. Her hands were soft and gentle as she pulled him against her, and he realized that she was pushing his cock down, nudging it to be near her slit. He allowed it, not wanting to fight against the good-smelling female. Soon, he was right on the verge of penetrating her, and as he popped his head back to switch nipples, he saw that the one he’d been playing with had gone a bit red, extra blood trapped in it from the hard sucking that he’d been doing. He ran his hand over it, and the Master-Mistress almost jerked off the sofa. “Mmmph...careful...sensitive.” “Sorry, Master-Mistress.” “Red?” “Mmph?” “You’re doing good up there, but…” She pointed down to her crotch, and the message was clear. Red pulled back a bit, his muscular arms pulling his Master-Mistress back to him, and he guided himself in slowly. His muscles made it easy to control how quickly he went in, but the Master-Mistress’s pussy made it a bit difficult to control himself. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. As soon as he was in, she gave [i]him[/i] a shove, toppling him over and letting her ride him. That was fine with him. She needed the exercise. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]