Ah, doc, wonderful timing. I was just starting to think I needed a little PTSD flashback to brighten my day and get the pussy juices pumping. So what's on the docket today? More sexual trauma? Sure as fuck got plenty of that! You want the time the dragon passed me around his friends like a pocket pussy at a frat boy party? Or how about when my "rescuers" decided to "test the wares" before dragging my broken ass all the way back to their little fuck house for "guild night"? Oh! How about the time I actually was passed around like a pocket pussy at a literal frat boy party? They couldn't fuck worth shit, but boy did they know how to party. Spent most of it drugged out of my ass though. Only know about the fucking because one of the dumb fucks was stupid enough to record them gang-raping my unconscious ass. Or maybe you'd like to hear about the literal pissing contest two dragons had using my ass and mouth to see who overflowed me first? Fuck, tough crowd. Okay, fine, I suppose I should continue where I left off. Let's see... met the dragon, got molested by the dragon 10 times over without realizing, got taught about how dragons cum... Oh right, my aunt. -- So I left off with my aunt coming to visit for a few days. Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate her (she's actually one of the more tolerable relatives I had) but being forced to dress up day after day after day just to appease my parents and aunt was driving me crazy. Not only did I have to wear my most girly dress, but I was not allowed to do more than half the things I found fun for fear of smudging or tearing the dress or my tights (which I was running low on for some strange reason. Can't imagine why that was~) Nor was I able to go to any of my favorite haunts, partially because getting to most of them would ruin my dress, and partially because with eyes on me almost all the time now, there was no way I was going to be able to visit my friend without alerting anyone to his presence. He made it abundantly clear that both of us would get in big trouble if he were discovered; I'd probably be severely grounded for playing with a supposedly dangerous beast, and he'd likely be chased away for good so we could never see each other again. THAT was definitely out of the question As horrible as it makes me feel for even thinking it, every day I was forced to be in those damn dresses made me wish harder and harder for my aunt to just go away so I could stop wearing them. It got to the point where I was STRONGLY considering just running away, even if it was just to one of my older haunts so I could just... not wear the damn things anymore. I didn't care if I was grounded for life for it. The ONLY thing that kept me from breaking earlier than I almost did was finding out that rubbing myself when stressed was a GREAT stress reliever. You ever just jerk it furiously after a long day of doing shit you don't want to until you're finally ready to scream? Gods does that burst of pleasure at the end make the stress just easier to bear. I was still perilously close to my breaking point by the time she did leave, but it at least bought an extra day or two. But FINALLY, after nearly 4 days of hell, my aunt said her goodbyes to the family and made her way back home. Oh my god freaking FINALLY I could get out of these damn clothes. Except I looked so nice in them, surely I could wear them around the house for the rest of the day? Then I could wear whatever I wanted, and they'd even let me stay out all day, so long as I was back before sundown. Of course, as these things go they weren't asking. Parents were great at making you think you had a choice when no, they just want to hear you agree with them instead. And those rewards for doing what they ask? Gone if they have to make you do it anyway. I've played that game often enough by now to know better than to say no. So 5 days of hell. I was so fucking tempted to go crawl through a few bramble patches before the day was over. But no, I had to be a good girl. So finally the morning came, and I was FREE of those fucking godawful dresses. I had stuffed that last dress so deep into the hamper it was as compact as it could possibly get in there, making absolutely sure it was at the very bottom of all my dirty clothes. Pretty sure I jumped up and down on it a few times to REALLY pack that fucker in there. I dressed in my most boyish clothes I could get, ate breakfast as quickly as my parents would allow, grabbed a sack lunch, said my goodbyes, and was OUT. I made a mad dash out the door squealing down the path. I was FREE, and had ALL DAY to do WHATEVER I wanted! And what did I want? Why nothing more than to hang out with my bestest best friend until it was time to go home! My absolute best friend in the whole wide world who would happily let me be myself without question, willingly put up with my antics, and wasn't afraid to answer any of my questions. I don't think he was expecting me so early in the day, because he was not there when I arrived at the bramble patch. I had to call out for him, and by the time he did show up I was just about ready to force my way through the brambles, even if I tore up my clothes and flesh in the process. He asked if everything was alright, to which I responded yes and please oh please oh please let me over I need to get away from the village for a bit or I'm going to go crazy! He seemed amused at my outburst, happily helping me over and letting me vent my frustrations for a bit while I stomped around, yelled, flailed, swung branches, and just let loose nearly a week of pent up frustrations at nobody in particular. Once I was finally done with my little tantrum, he padded up to me, licked my forehead, and asked if I felt better. I replied yes, but also no, but an entire day with my best friend would absolutely help me feel better. He just grinned a very toothy grin and said he'd love nothing more than to spend the day with his best friend too. And what's more, he hadn't forgotten his promise the last time we were together; he would do WHATEVER I wanted to do with him. My wish was his command, he told me with a flourishing bow, which made me giggle. He was pretty silly! So I told him my first wish was to take me home, which he correctly assumed meant take me to his cave. The SECOND we were in the cave I was out of my clothes so fast you'd think an army of fire ants had crawled into them. And honestly after being forced to wear those damn frilly things day in and day out for almost a week, could you blame me? Sure they were just a t-shirt, jeans, panties, socks, and shoes but I wanted to be FREE. I wanted to feel the fresh air on my flesh without feeling fabric brush up against my legs. Hell, if anything, I wanted to roleplay being my best friend's daughter again. Being a dragon's feral daughter sounded WAY better than being a lizardgirl, who had to wear stupid dresses and stay clean and presentable and couldn't just say or go wherever the hell she wanted. I wanted to be like a dragon, who were as naked as the day they were born, could pee wherever the hell they pleased, and could wrassle her daddy in the dirt until we were both caked in dust. The dragon merely chuckled at my explanation, agreeing that I could be pretend to be his daughter, so long as I did any peeing outside (we may be dragons, but we're still civilized and don't pee in the house!) and didn't complain when he wanted to snuggle his little girl tight and love all over her. I HAPPILY agreed to those terms; I LOVED snuggling him and feeling his tongue run all over me. Thinking back on it, I don't think my father ever got as close and cuddly to me as the dragon did. Not to say he didn't love me, and some of my earliest memories of him were being snuggled up in his arms, but as I got older he got busier, and any snuggling we did was limited mostly to in the evenings when I'd curl up in his lap while he read me a story. And even then that eventually tapered off. Gods, I've always been a fucking mess of issues, haven't I? Makes sense that I'd have repressed daddy issues buried somewhere deep in that pile of neuroses. Ah well, as fucked up as it was I certainly got my daddy fix through the dragon, even if it was just as an easy in to sexually molest a little girl. And boy did he take FULL advantage of that until the day he got very well ventilated by a wandering group of adventurers. Fucker made me call him daddy all the time, even when he was... but we haven't gotten that far yet. I was pretty comfortable around him at this point, to the point where he could touch me damn near anywhere he pleased without complaint, but he still had a ways to go before I would end up falling completely into his very meticulously laid trap. So yeah. We spent the first part of the morning romping around in the dirt. By now all the mud had dried up, and given it hadn't rained in a few days the ground had some pretty loose layers of dirt around the cave entrance before it gave way to grass. Within a few hours we were both covered in dust and grass stains from wrestling and chasing each other. But now it was late morning, the sun was almost at its peak, and it was getting warm out. Too warm for much more running around without taking a dip in the lake. But before we did that, daddy wanted some snuggle time with his favorite little girl. I was still full of energy, so I tried to squirm out of his grasp to run around some more (succeeding once or twice and /making/ him chase me down if he wanted to snuggle so badly, which he did growling playfully in mock-frustration) until finally he got me to let him snuggle me close, resting on his side while pulling me up against his chest. He took the opportunity to give me a tongue bath as well, getting all the dust and dirt and grass off of my hide. Though it was PROBABLY innocent, he was getting pretty handsy while he cleaned me, his claws lightly resting on my chest, my stomach, my side, my hips, my thigh, the inside of my thigh, my tail, like underneath and damn near touching my ass, actually touching my ass, gently moving me around so his tongue could get me everywhere. And not once did I complain or squirm or ask him to stop. Like I said, I was pretty damn comfortable around him, and his actions seemed innocent enough. He wasn't squeezing my ass or sensually rubbing my chest or fingering my butthole or snatch or anything like that; just being opportunistic about where his claws would end up being able to touch. Probably using the opportunity to see how I react to being touched. His tongue on the other claw... That very prehensile appendage would end up testing the waters in a very inappropriate way. That fucker was getting bolder, and I was way too damn innocent to notice. When he was cleaning my face, his tongue would very sensually brush against my lips, using its incredibly dextrous length to hide his actions with cleaning a cheek or my chin in the process. My lips just /happened/ to be in the path of part of his tongue. When he didn't get a negative reaction out of me, he decided to push the envelope just a little more, turning what was supposed to be an innocent tongue-bathing into something far more sensual reserved for a lover. His licks got slower and gentler, his tongue dancing delicately along my flesh. And not once did I question his actions, assuming this was just normal feral dad/daughter affection (which it certainly would be, if he wasn't being HORNY about it.) When he reached my shoulders, his tongue would snake sensually around my arms. When he reached my chest, his tongue would take long slow drags along my nipples. And with as bold as he was getting, he was able to get multiple licks in on each nipple before risking making me uncomfortable. Not that I probably would have stopped him; it definitely made me squirm in his arms, but it was feeling really good and part of me wanted him to keep doing it. His tongue would also caress around the curves of my breasts, as ever so barely developed as they were. Like seriously, they were about as flat as they get. When he reached my stomach, his tonguetip would flick ticklishly at it every now and then, making me squirm and giggle until he finally stopped. He then had me move so that my front was pressed against his scales, my back exposed for him to lick clean. Obviously I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel his tongue rub against my back in a slightly unusual way. What I didn't realize is he was tracing out a glyph that he would later mark on my back to serve multiple purposes. But for now, he was likely just getting me used to feeling that so I wouldn't be suspicious when the time finally would come. Once he reached my tail, I felt him snake his tongue around the base of it, sliding between the tail and my butt, which did make me squirm a little. I wasn't used to feeling anything around that area. He would then start working his way down my tail, his claws gently stroking along the length of it little by little as he worked, allowing him to move it around as he needed to. He then asked me to lift up my tail so he could clean around the underside of it more easily. I was hesitant to do so, but he assured me that this was a perfectly normal thing for dragons to do, and he wanted his little girl to look as immaculate as he tried to be (when he wasn't romping with his hatchlings.) Lucky for him calling me /his/ little girl was all the convincing I really needed to let him wriggle his tongue all over my ass. It made me feel really good to be called that, and to feel like I was treated like his special little hatchling. But man did it feel WEIRD when his tongue would work its way in between my buttcheeks. I didn't want to say it, but it reminded me of when one of the boys thought he was being cute by dropping a worm down the back of my pants. It got HALF of the reaction he wanted, but it also got him a black eye. THAT got me grounded, but man it felt good feeling my fist kiss his face HARD. Still, the dragon's tongue didn't feel that much different from when that worm wound up working its way between my ass cheeks before I could pull my pants down and get it out. It was admittedly making me feel a little weird, but he didn't linger too long before working his way down the backs of my thighs, his tongue snaking between them before gently getting me to spread my legs to better work his way around and down them. He then had me roll over so I was sitting up against him, my legs splayed out in front of me. His tongue was now working on my ankles (he did try to get my feet too but I had to make him stop because it was way too ticklish) and up along my calves, over the tops of my knees, up my thighs, and was soon gently lapping against my snatch. Now he had done this several times in the past, usually doing taking one or two swipes of his tongue in an attempt to "clean" me, but this was the first time he was doing it in the same slow sensual manner he had done with the rest of my body. He didn't linger, but he was certainly savoring the opportunity for as long as he felt he could get away with. And then the bold fucker gave a nice firm lick to my snatch that had his tongue press between the lips of my pussy, lightly running the length of his tongue along my inner folds. Oh god that sent a jolt up my spine. It made me stiffen up against him, my muscles tightening, my fingers gripping into the scales on his forelegs tightly. It made him freeze, and he asked if I was alright, probably worried he had gone too fast too soon. It took me a couple seconds, my body remembering it needed to breathe, before I asked him in a hushed voice for him to keep going, please. Please keep going. He asked me if I was sure, and I just nodded my head in quick short jerks, just saying please in response. I didn't know why, but I NEEDED him to keep going. Had he done this the first time we met, or the first time I was naked, or the first time he had ever tongue-bathed me, I would have frozen in fear and terror, praying to whatever god would listen that he was not going to hurt me, that he'd let me go home and I could never have him touch me in my no-no ever again. But that was before he got me comfortable enough around him to let him see my snatch. Before he made me comfortable with his tongue touching my body in ways that should have been entirely inappropriate. Before he made me comfortable with his tongue touching me ANYWHERE on my body. Before he planted the idea in my head that being touched there could feel good. That bastard had worked REAL hard to get to this point, and at long last he was getting to begin reaping the efforts of his hard work. And oh how he was going to savor this moment. At long last I was ensnared in his trap, and it wouldn't be much longer before I was so entangled there would be no escape. But for now, he kept going, his tongue taking long, slow strokes between the lips of my pussy. I could feel it rubbing against my bump. I could feel it just barely dipping into my vagina as it slid along. Every single inch of that tongue was like taking a nail and just ever so gently scratching at an itch that had been driving you mad. It was SO much better than my finger ever felt. And it just kept going, and going. And going. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Each lick building up a pressure in my loins that was soon threatening to explode. And when it did? I fucking wrapped my arms around that dragon's neck and cried out LOUDLY. My whole body was shaking, and the sound coming from my throat was almost like a choking sob, but one of ecstacy. Oh gods above it was THE most intense burst of pleasure I had EVER experienced. And that was JUST from licking along the length of my snatch. It took me a considerable amount of time to recover from that, and when I was finally able to pry my arms from around the dragon's neck, I was a hot mess. The dragon asked if I was okay, gently nuzzling my cheek and rumbling deep in his chest. All I could do was nod. He asked if I wanted to take a dip in the pond. All I could do was nod. I couldn't even get up, my legs were like jelly. He had to help me move so he could get onto his belly, help me drape myself over his back, and then he slowly and carefully sauntered over to the pond, gently walking in and lowering himself until I could slip into the water (with his tail propping me up the whole time so I wouldn't go under.) Oh that water felt so good on my hide. Especially after THAT. Once I had cooled down enough to function again and started lightly swimming around the dragon, he asked me again if I was okay, to which I replied yes. Oh god yes. It felt so good. SO good. Still feels good. It feels like my mound is still pulsing. I don't know what had happened, but I felt like I really needed that. He just chuckled, nuzzling me gently, and said he was glad. I looked like I was really enjoying myself, and he was glad he was able to make me feel so good. It certainly looked intense, but he said most orgasms usually are, especially your first orgasm. Or second, he supposes. I didn't know what he was talking about, so I asked him what an orgasm was. He simply replied that an orgasm is when you get that extreme burst of pleasure, usually after making yourself feel really good, or after someone else makes you feel really good. Especially when someone else makes you feel really good; something about having someone you love help you makes it extra special. I could not disagree, considering this was easily 10 times better than when I rubbed my bump. It helped that his tongue could do things my fingers could not as well. Gods my fingers were such a poor substitute for his tongue, but what's a girl to do when stuck at home in the shower, or in the bed? Gods I still miss that tongue sometimes. The way that thing would aggressively wriggle deep inside my.. but I'm getting ahead of myself. The point I'm trying to make was the dragon finally had an in to my pussy. Even if it was just an in for his tongue. He still had to convince me to play with his penis. But that wouldn't be hard either. I had things I wanted to try that involved his dick as it was, and now that he had my head swimming in extreme bliss, I was going to want to return the favor. It was basically assured at this point. But back to the story. I keep jumping around, and the order of events is very important! Anyway, I had plans. Well, ideas. I was super curious about a number of things we had talked about in the past, and I wanted to see if he would be willing to entertain my curiosity. Especially since he did say he would do WHATEVER I wanted with me. So when he decided he needed to take a piss again, I asked him if I could watch. He seemed a bit surprised that I would ask, but said he didn't mind; he was just not expecting me to want to again. He was even more surprised when I asked if maybe he could pee on me? I mentioned I remembered him saying something about some of his friends enjoying that kind of thing, and I was wondering if maybe it was something I might enjoy too? He seemed a little unsure, but said that if I was absolutely sure, then yeah, he could pee on me if I really wanted. I would not be allowed back in his cave until I had washed off in the pond first. He did not want me or his cave stinking of pee all day. He asked me where I wanted him to pee on me, to which I had to consider. I was pretty sure I didn't want him peeing on my face, but I wasn't entirely sure where exactly would be the best place to pee on someone? I eventually told him I wasn't sure, maybe somewhere his friends liked? He pondered for a few seconds, then told me to lie on my back, with my legs spread. I did so, my tail running between my legs along the ground (as it was most comfortable) and asked him if this was good? He said yes, yes, that will do nicely~ Now hold still, it might take a few seconds, he's got a bit of a shy bladder. He wound up standing over me for a bit, and I got a very good view of his dick peeking out from his slit, slowly extending itself until it was almost completely out and flopping in the breeze. A tiny bit of liquid dribbled from his tip, followed by a small spurt, before it became a small but steady stream of pee quickly making its way towards my naked body. Within seconds I can feel the hot wet liquid splash against my tail, and it's not long before I'm feeling that stream spraying right at my pussy. Oh god that stream was hitting me square on the slit, and I was still a bit sensitive from when he licked me to orgasm. It felt GOOD, and the stream was strong enough to get between my pussy lips and hit the area around my still very sensitive bump. Oh god the moan it made me make was embarrassing. It didn't last too much longer though. He had a decently full bladder, but it didn't take him more than 5 seconds at best to spray it all over the ground and my snatch. Once he was finished, he backed up a bit, probably to admire his handiwork. He asked how I felt; it sounded like I liked it but he was too busy focusing on only marking a small area of my body in case it was icky. I said it did feel good, like very good. I don't know if I'd want it near my face though; I wasn't a fan of the smell, but I liked how it felt hot on my body, and it hit me in an area that felt really good. I liked that. He said he was glad, and agreed that the smell wasn't all that great, so that was why I was going to march my ass right back into that pond and rinse it off my body. He'd help make sure the pee was out of my hard to reach areas though, which would wind up involving his tongue running all over my crotch and the crevices around my legs and base of my tail. He would take it as another opportunity to run his tongue between the lips of my pussy again, too. Only a couple times to get the pee out however (or so he claimed) but given all we've done up to this point, he could have just done it without saying why and I wouldn't have questioned it. It made me feel tingly and wanting more. By this point it was now mid-day, so we retreated back to the cave where I ate my lunch. I felt bad that I didn't bring him anything, but I wasn't sure what he'd want to eat, or if I'd even be allowed to bring enough for him to eat. He mumbled something about wanting to eat something hot and juicy (now I know he meant my cunt, but at the time I thought he meant like a nice roast) but said he would be fine; he ate a pretty decent meal last night and would be good until tomorrow. That amazed me that he could go that long without eating, but he assured me that he ate about the same amount of food that I did, just in larger quantities so could go longer in between meals. Sort of like if I combined breakfast, lunch, and dinner into one big meal and ate that once a day. I still couldn't imagine eating that much in one go or go that long, but he said I was still a growing girl, and growing girls needed to eat often to keep growing big and strong! After lunch we spent a bit of time snuggling, with him getting more and more bold with where his tongue would wander. It got to the point where he was once again sensually licking me all over, but without the pretense of a tongue bath. This time he started with my belly, working his way up to my chest, gently lapping at my flat breasts and nipples. He spent quite a bit of time licking my breasts this time, not even trying to hide the fact that he was molesting me. But gods I was eating it all up. He made me feel so good, and my body was craving it. He started working his way up my neck, and just under my chin, his tongue soon flicking gently against my lips. There was a pause, and then I felt his scaly lips touch mine gently, and then again, his tongue flicking lightly against my lips. I asked him what he was doing, unfamiliar with the concept of a kiss being more than just a simple familial peck. He said he was just giving me little kisses, kind of like how really good friends do. Not everyone did, but sometimes when really close friends were enjoying each other's company, they'd give each other kisses. Like a lot of kisses. And I should know that dragons like to kiss using their tongues, but sometimes when two dragons were really close, they'd kiss each other's tongues. But if I wasn't comfortable with that, he'd stop. He didn't want to push me into doing something I didn't want to do. But I was curious. I'd seen guys and girls kiss before. It had always been a kind of gross concept, two people just drooling into each other's mouths like that. Ew. But I had never seen a dragon drool. And his tongue, despite being moist, was never super wet when it ran along my hide. And I liked when his tongue would touch my hide. So I told him I wasn't sure if I was, but I wanted to at least see what it was like? He seemed pleased with this, a slow rumble emanating from his chest. He said he'd be happy to help me try it with him, but if I needed him to stop I should let him know. But for now, just relax, and let him guide me through it. After all, wasn't it a father's duty to help prepare his darling daughter for experiences she'd encounter later in life? So once again I was muzzle to muzzle with him, our lips just barely touching. His tongue would gently flick against mine, and then I'd feel his lips press against mine. Gently, ever so gently, he'd press against them again and again, his tongue flicking gently between my lips as if coaxing me to part them. I did so, and next thing I know his tongue is slowly slipping into my muzzle to gently caress mine, his lips remaining gently planted against my lips. It was... not unpleasant? I wasn't sure what to expect honestly, but it wasn't nearly as gross as I expected. I'm sure I was far from the greatest kisser in the world, making him do most of the work, but I was starting to build confidence and tried to slip my tongue into his muzzle, our two tongues dancing and twining between our lips. We must have made out for a good 10 minutes before I needed to tap out, but not because I was getting uncomfortable with it. It was just a bit too much for my first time. I admitted that it was really nice though, and I wouldn't mind trying it again another time. He said he quite enjoyed kissing me too, and though I felt he was just being nice, he said I wasn't too bad for my first time kissing either. He liked how my tongue felt against his, and how soft my lips felt. He hoped he wasn't being too weird about that though. I told him he wasn't, and then I felt my tail brush against something very warm and fleshy. Both of us looked down, and he seemed embarrassed at the fact that his dick was very erect and twitching when my tail touched it. He apologized profusely for that; he was enjoying kissing me but he didn't think his body was enjoying it that much. If I gave it a few minutes it would go away on its own. But... what if I didn't want to give it a few minutes? I mean, his dick was right there, out in the open. And I had TOUCHED it. And it felt so warm against my tail! He said it felt really good to touch it, and he made me feel really good touching me, so what if helped him feel really good in return? So... I asked him if maybe I could touch it? With my fingers? I mean... I was curious about how it felt, and if maybe it would go away faster if I helped him feel really good? If.. if he didn't mind, that was. I apologized if that was inappropriate of me to ask, I was just... curious. He looked at me for a couple seconds, before stating that if I really wanted to, I was more than welcome to satisfy my curiosity. After all, my wish /was/ his command, and he was technically obligated to let me do anything I wanted with his dick if I ordered him to. I wasn't sure if I wanted to actually COMMAND him to let me touch his dick; just because this was the game he chose to play, there probably was a line that could be crossed. I was super nervous, but I told him that I did want to see what it felt like, at the very least, and scooted down his body. He rolled onto his back, giving me easier access to his crotch and inviting me to straddle his chest if I wanted. I did, and soon I was just mere inches from touching his still throbbing cock. It looked so much bigger up close! Like it was definitely as long as my arm was from elbow to wrist, and nearly as thick as my hand was towards the base. Closer to the tip it was about as thick as three of my fingers put together. Oh gods this was it. I was very nervous all of a sudden. So carefully, shakily, I reached out a hand and.. touched his dick. It twitched ever so slightly at my touch, the tip flaring just a tiny bit. It was.. really soft. And warm. Very warm. Like warmer than the rest of him. I wound up putting my whole hand on it, reveling at how soft and warm it was. When I put both my hands on it, it twitched and spurted a bit of pre. It wound up hitting me right on the muzzle, making me squeak in surprise. The dragon asked if i was alright, laughing a bit when i told him he peed on my muzzle! He assured me that was not pee, it was that fluid he was talking about earlier that his penis would let out when he was feeling really good. And my hands were making him feel REALLY good. If I wanted he'd lick it off my face though, and try not to do it again (but he couldn't promise anything.) I was curious though, and wound up using my own tongue to clean it off my muzzle. It was... kind of sweet? But also kind of.. something else. Not unpleasant, but... I had no way to describe it. It definitely wasn't like licking an egg though, so I didn't mind it too much. I put a hand on his dick again, very gently letting my fingers trace along the length of it, marveling at how it looked and felt, and the way it pulsed against my touch. His tip was getting quite wet with pre, and it didn't seem like it was going to stop oozing any time soon. I was curious about the flare, using my fingers to lightly brush against the soft spines lining the edge of it which made the dragon shiver beneath me. Running a finger lightly around the underside of his head made him hiss softly. I asked him if it hurt, but he said no, it felt really good. But maybe be a little careful, it's very sensitive. My hands wound up roaming downward, until my hands were gently wrapped around the base of his dick. It was so big there! Just one hand wasn't able to wrap around it completely. I noticed his slit seemed to be spread around his cock, and not like it was just his slit had inverted itself. I dipped a finger inside, making the dragon moan softly. It was surprisingly warm in there! But also very tight. My finger fit, but just barely. It was also slimy, but had a similar taste to his feel good fluid? Slightly stronger maybe. His dick was definitely oozing a lot of that fluid. Does it always taste the same? I gave it a lick off the length of his shaft, which got a strong reaction out of the dragon. Oh he definitely seemed to like that. So what if I gave it another lick? Oh, he spurted on my muzzle again. But it tastes really good, so... what if I stuck the tip in my mouth and let it ooze in? That just made him hiss softly, and warn me to be careful. I was making him feel VERY good, and he didn't want me to get overwhelmed. I had no idea what he was talking about; I barely had the tip in my muzzle, and his fluids was oozing out slow enough that I could keep up with it. Maybe he was talking about when he emissioned? I hoped he would warn me if that was going to happen though. Until then, I was going to keep suckling on his tip, and enjoying the tasty fluids for as long as he let me. My tongue wasn't nearly as long as his, but I did use it to lap at the head of his dick, and my hands to gently stroke along his length. I must have been doing a good job, because every now and then I'd get a spurt of pre in my mouth, and he was making a lot of noise. After a few minutes he warned me that he was close (close to what?) and said I'd better pull back real soon. He'd also like it if I wrapped my hands around just below his tip, and GENTLY give short tugging motions, and try to aim it down. And whatever happens, please don't stop. I did as he asked, and next thing I know his dick is THROBBING in my hands, the tip flaring out fully as he ejaculates all over my chest and neck. He's doing his absolute best not to throw me off of him while letting out a very weird sound that was a mix between a groan. a gurgle, and a muffled roar. It startled me, but I did my best to follow his request, tugging against his flare gently and letting his cum just splatter against and dribble down my front. After probably 9 good thick spurts, his dick is soon just lightly dribbling cum and he's trying to form words to get me to stop tugging on it. It was honestly at this point that I felt like what I was doing with this dragon was probably something I shouldn't be doing. But it wasn't like a bad feeling, you know what I mean? It was more like, I knew I would be in SO much trouble if I got caught, even if I didn't understand why I'd be in trouble, but it was so fun and exhilerating to do it! You know how sometimes kids might be doing something they shouldn't be doing, with that telltale mischevious giggle that tells you they know they shouldn't? Like when a little kid finds a ream of paper and begins tearing it up and making a HUGE mess? Feeling his cum splash and dribble down my hide was kind of like that for me. It felt weird, it felt very inappropriate to let a boy cover me in his emissions, but it was /exciting/ and made me feel good all over. But now I had a chance to see his cum up close and personal! Last time he licked it all up before I could really get a good look at it, but now it was just coating my small body. It was copious, too! Not like gallons of the stuff, but the dragon came like a zebra when he was really aroused. It was honestly gross, but at the same time.. fascinating? It felt so warm and gooey on my body. Almost slimy even. It kind of reminded me of runny snot, and felt like when I'd let slugs crawl all over me. I took a tiny bit on my finger and gave it a lick and yeah that's definitely a snotty texture. The taste was... not unpleasant? But it was definitely stronger in taste than his earlier fluids had. I tried another lick, still unsure if it was something I like. I didn't NOT like it at least. But before I could try it a third time, the dragon was putting a paw against me and gently rolling onto his side, being careful not to let me fall to the ground. The move surprised me and I may have yelped, but the dragon just gently nuzzled me and thanked me for helping him feel good. He apologized for practically coating me in his fluids, but he didn't have a lot of time to explain. But I did a very good job despite it. A VERY good job. He greatly appreciated my efforts, and hoped I wasn't upset. I told him I was fine; I just didn't expect... so much. He just chuckled and said that's what happens when someone he's really close with makes him feel really good. But I should hold still so he can clean me up; his emissions are a pain to clean when it dries. But first I should stand up and let him circle me so he could get an idea of where he needs to clean. Of course, he was just looking for an excuse to admire his handiwork. After all, painting a little girl with his cum was just another one of the rewards he was looking to claim for all his hard work. And I must have been a work of art to admire, with cum dripping down my neck and chest, bits of cum running down my belly, and quite a bit covering my snatch where it pooled around where I sat. Gods his mind was probably SWIMMING with thoughts of brutally fucking my brains out seeing my sapphire blue pussy spattered with his white cum. -- Oh, let me guess, time's up for the day? Yeah fucking thought so. Gotta go beat off to thoughts of my smooth pussy painted white? Hell, let's get that one big beefy guard in here, bet he'd be more than happy to recreate it for you. It's not as alluring as it was when I was 8, but I'm sure he'll appreciate the opportunity anyway. You could even take a polaroid. Hell, I'll even personally sign it for you. No? Send him in here anyway when you leave. Poor guy probably deserves a treat after dealing with tightasses like you all day. I sure as fuck need some treating. Like someone forgot to turn the faucet off down there, and could use something nice and thick to plug it up. Ugh, fine, whatever.