Flattering. Scandalous. Flattering. Scandalous!
Hylda couldn’t help but grin at her own reflection as she alternated between pulling the back of her shirt and releasing it, surprised at just how much of her young body the garment showed when it was stretched tight across her front. It wasn’t a fancy shirt by any stretch of the imagination, but it did have a V-neck which gave a tantalizing glimpse of her newly arrived feminine charms. The silver dragoness bit her lower lip as her nipples became hard enough to show through the fabric, each nub crowning a pert, exquisitely scaled mound.
About friggin’ time! she thought to herself, hefting her budding breasts as if she could gauge how much she had to look forward to. She was almost sixteen and had gone through her early teens looking as flat as a boy. If she were being honest, the perky mounds outlined against the cotton of her top were hardly spectacular, but the fact that they had come in so suddenly meant she was (finally!) turning heads. They were big enough that she didn’t need to stuff her bra just to avoid being called a plank.
And big enough to catch Kiirith’s eyes. The silver reptile’s tail lashed at this thought, and her budding chest swelled with feminine pride. Kiirith was quite a handsome young drake, and very much in demand among the girls in her school. So much so that Hylda hadn’t even been considering him as a potential boyfriend, figuring that he was still way out of her league.
But he’d been the one to talk to her! She’d been with her friends in the hall, chatting between classes when he’d first asked her out, and they’d managed to keep their cool until he was out of earshot before gushing and chattering excitedly. They’d gone on a few dates since then, but this was to be a little different. Her parents weren’t due back until afternoon the next day, and Hylda had made it clear they had the house to themselves when she’d invited the handsome drake over.
A shadow of uncertainty crossed her pretty face at the thought of how such an invitation might be interpreted. Despite having broken her own hymen during an intense session of self-gratification, Hylda was still a virgin. And while she did feel a little flutter in her tummy (or somewhere in that general region) at the thought of letting Kiirith be her first, the idea of losing her virginity tonight still seemed too soon. After all, if she just put out for him so early on in their relationship, he might think she was just a slut. But if she blew him off, he might think she was just a little girl in way over her head.
Well it’s not like I called him over to play board games… she thought. She did really want to get a little more intimate with the hunky drake, as long as things didn’t go too far. After all, she’d gone through the trouble of finding just the right outfit to wear and had even been to the salon. Her snowy white hair had been gathered into a thick elaborate braid that reached half way down her back, with a fringe that fell along one side of her face. It wasn’t really glamorous but it was a cute look on her, and not in a little girl way.
“Ughh, I’m overthinking this! I’m gonna be fine. It’s not like anything’s gonna happen…” she said, addressing her reflection, but the dragoness in the mirror didn’t seem all that certain that she didn’t want something to happen. “M-maybe as far as third base… but only if it feels right!”
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"K-Kiirith!" Hylda whined, squirming a little as her boyfriend slipped a paw under her top, the drake's fingers trailing up her side until he found her breast. She'd figured that since they weren't going anywhere she didn't really need a bra, but as her date got a good squeeze of her bare mound she wondered if she'd inadvertently sent a wrong signal.
"C'mon, tell me that doesn't feel nice..." he said, pressing her lips back to hers before she could respond. She couldn't really deny that it did feel nice. 
The black and white male had a deft touch and his squeezes and caresses had a massage-like quality, her flesh seeming to become more sensitive the more thoroughly it was kneaded. And it wasn't really that she hadn't imagined herself in this position. But in her imagination this was the culmination of an evening spent enjoying some quality time together. It seemed that the moment they'd sat down Kiirith had begun kissing and groping her, and she doubted the drake saw this as anything other than foreplay.
"L-let’s just -mppfh!- lets slow down a little..." she pleaded, but wound up thrusting her chest out just a bit farther when the boy brushed his thumb against one of her nubs, making the nipple turn stiff on reflex.
"You should be a little more confident. A girl as beautiful as you... you could have the guys wrapped around the tip of your tail if you weren't so shy..." he said, landing little kisses down the silvery expanse of her neck. She knew on some level it was a bit of a cheesy compliment, the part of her that was enjoying being felt up didn't care that it was. "Why don't you let me get a better look?"
"W-wha...?"
"All right, I'll go first..." he said, leaning back a little and pulling his shirt off before Hylda could muster a reply.
And the sight of him bare chested didn't make formulating a thought any easier. Kiirith wasn't really muscle-bound but he was fit, the scales pulled tight against compact muscles. The white band starting under his chin and running down the middle of his chest, past the hard abs and disappearing somewhere under his beltline only seemed to accentuate his figure. And after she'd caught herself ogling him she supposed it was only fair to let him see her. She took a few steadying breaths as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, trying to pull it up with a flourish and hide just how anxious she was about this. She could see that both her nipples were stiff and perky, a sign that her body was responding even though she'd much rather have just kissed and cuddled with the drake eyeing her with a hungry look.
Well, I did let him touch them. We'll just keep it above the waist…
Hylda had to admit that she'd admired her new assets plenty of times in the mirror, and she'd often hefted her budding breasts, imagining the day that (judging by her mother's figure) her hands would have a hard time cupping the silvery bumps. Unlike hers Kiirith's hands were black, and they stood out starkly against her silvery bosom. They were also a bit bigger, meaning her pert young pair looked a little smaller in his grasp, but the drake didn't seem disappointed. His eyes were fixed on her perky tits as he ran his hands over them, occasionally twisting a hard nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. And as her breathing became labored, her young bosom heaved with every rise and fall of her chest, the air escaping her lungs as a squeak as Kiirith bent his head down and latched on to her left breast.
Hylda made the strangest gasping noise as the boy's muzzle pressed into her mound, the little nub toping it held by his lips as his tongue flicked across it. She knew that her nipples had gotten sensitive in a whole new way as her chest started to fill out, but was still stunned by the sensation of her hard little nub being licked and suckled. She was short of breath and she knew that she should either stop Kiirith or just ask him to take things a little slower. But part of her worried that it was the wrong thing to say, that he might think she was just a tease or still a little girl. As he took his muzzle off her breast Hylda shuddered at the sensation of his breath against her moist nipple, failing to muster a reply before he bent his head to the other one.
“K-Kiirith… please, I’m-aahh!” she gasped, cutting off her weak plea as her date’s hand slipped under her skirt and into her panties.
She felt her tail tremble and couldn’t believe how intense a finger or two could feel down there when they were someone else’s. The young drake just stroked her plump folds at first, his digit dipping gently between the silver-scaled labia and obviously searching for something. The fact there was no hymen to block his way seemed to encourage the teen because a second later Hylda was mewling as he pushed the finger in to the knuckle, rubbing around inside her… inside her with distressing experience.
Hylda was stunned with how brazen he was and by how her body was responding to this. She’d never dreamed the charming, hunky boy would ever just push his finger into her like that, without so much as asking her if it was all right. She was squirming now, and she knew that she wanted for him to stop, but she wondered if that was what it looked like to Kiirith. He wasn’t stopping, so maybe he thought she was enjoying it? 
She managed to get enough breath and was about to tell him to stop and maybe even push him away if he didn’t but the drake surprised her by taking his lips off her nipple and kissing her again, just before he slipped another finger into her steamy young sex. It finally took her pushing Kiirith’s shoulders to pry the drake away from her, and she had to admit that there was a part of her that felt dismayed at the feeling of emptiness as the fingers left her now wet sex.
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you like that?” the teen asked as Hylda worked up the strength to lift her blushing face to meet his gaze. 
“I’m sorry it’s… it felt nice but I’m not sure if I’m ready yet…”
“But I figured since you invited me over, and your parent’s weren’t around…” he began, and Hylda bit her lip at his words.  I knew it! I’d given him the wrong idea and now he’s gonna think I was just messing around with him…
“Look, I’m really sorry I gave you the wrong impression… and that I pushed you away like that. I… I like you, and what you did felt kinda nice but… can we just take things slow?”
“Well sure but… I kinda wish you’d told me sooner. Before I got worked up?” the drake said, and it was only when he gestured with his eyes that Hylda saw the unmistakable outline in his pants.
“Oh! I’m… I’m sorry. But it will… uhm… go down? Won’t it?”
“Not with you around. I guess I could go home and take a cold shower or something…” Kiirith said, and if she’d been more level-headed Hylda might have caught his bluff. But at the moment she was sure that if he left the evening and their budding relationship would be ruined. She knew what to do, theoretically, even if she didn’t really want to do it. But it is my kinda my fault. And didn’t I hear that it could be painful for boys to get all riled up and not… taken care of?
“Well I mean… you did… y’know… make me fell nice…” she mumbled. True, she didn’t really come from Kiirith’s fingering, and she definitely didn’t ask for it, but maybe he misread her body language? After all, boys are expected to make the first move, so they’re bound to make innocent mistakes trying to gauge the right moment… “Would you stay if I… helped you out with that?”
“Are you kidding? That would be amazing!” he said, and Hylda was so pleased at the compliment that she missed the ease and eagerness with which the teen undid his pants and fished his shaft out.
Hylda found her eyes going wide at her first glimpse of a real live cock. The drake’s length was inky black and shaped much like an equine shaft, although not nearly as large. That’s how she’d always heard them described by the older girls, but if it was really true Hylda was sure she would have bolted and ran at the sight of a stallion fully erect. Her hand trembled a little as she reached out for it, a strange thrill running up her arm as she closed her fingers around Kiirith’s girth and felt the draconic rod flex in her gentle grip. All right Hylda, you can do this. And it’s not like we’re really having sex or anything… she thought to herself, blushing furiously as she stroked the fleshy length.
“Unghh, that feels awesome. But do you think you could… nah, forget about it…”
“What?” Hylda asked, still eager to make up for misleading and disappointing her new boyfriend.
“It’s just that, your breasts are incredibly sexy. Do you think you could sort of squeeze me in between them and get me off that way?” he asked hopefully and it took Hylda a moment to realize what he meant. Well… it won’t really be sex. And what would really be the difference between using my boobies and using my hand?
That line was enough to rationalize things for the young dragoness, and in the blink of an eye she was kneeling in front of her date as he reclined on the couch, his legs spread wide as she did her best to press her silver mounds around the black length. She was worried it would look silly, and while it would have taken the bosom of an adult bovine to swallow up the draconic cock throbbing in her cleavage, Hylda had to admit her budding breasts looked pretty sexy pushed up and against either side of Kiirith’s shaft.
All right, I can do this… she said, trying to muster up some confidence as she slid her budding rack up and down, Kiirith’s groans telling her that she was doing something right. And she supposed it was kind of sexy, if not as romantic as she’d envisioned the evening. His thingy wasn’t even as scary as she’d imagined it, although it still made her anxious to think something like this could actually fit in her slit. The most she’d ever had between her legs were two fingers, and the inky length she was polishing with her pert mounds was girthier than by far.
And getting bigger! Her muzzle actually dropped open at the sight of something she’d only heard about in sex-ed class, and various conversations held in a husked and gossipy tone. The bell-like head of the drake’s cock was flaring, getting just a little bigger with each throb. Hylda kept going, feeling the heat rise to her face as she realized she was about to make a boy cum for the very first time. The flare was now huge, at least form her perspective, and she could see the little fleshy barbs extend along the rim. They looked just like stubby little whiskers, but according to her friend who got the info from her older sister, they feel ‘intense’ when they flare up inside a girl.
She was still pondering what exactly ‘intense’ meant in that scenario when a hand landed not too gently on her head and pushed her down. Hylda had been slack jawed as she stared at the flaring cock which meant that the throbbing tip pushed its way just past her lips as her muzzle was forced down. She tried to protest but the draconic member was big enough to fill her mouth and muffle her cries of alarm.
Her ears perked at the sounds of Kiirith grunting and had she been more experienced (or just not plain clueless) she might have been ready for what was to follow. As it was, the first powerful spurt of thick, gooey spooge hit the back of her throat, and Hylda found herself struggling not to choke as the second followed. She was coughing and sputtering, unable to force the warm spunk down or to take her head off the flared tip. She was now trying to squeal and cry out, but to her embarrassment all she succeeded in doing was forcing some of Kiirith’s cum out, the goo dripping past her lips and down her chin.
It was only when the young drake took his hand off her head that she was able to pull her muzzle off his length, the flared tip popping noisily from her mouth as it proceeded to unload the last few gobs of thick draconic seed all over her chest. The stuff was dripping from her chin and running down her long neck, and Hylda could only imagine what she must look like. She was expecting her date to apologize, or ask her if she were all right, but Kiirith just seemed to be basking in the afterglow of his orgasm.
“Ooooh fuck, you were amazing!” he groaned, but the compliment didn’t make the silver dragoness feel as giddy as it had before he’d force-fed her his load.
“W-why did you…” Hylda asked, still coughing and sputtering as she forced herself to swallow the rest of the boy’s spunk.
“I couldn’t resist. You have no idea how sexy you looked with your tits wrapped around me like that…”
Deep down Hylda knew that wasn’t really an excuse, but she figured that it might be true. Kiirith was after all a growing teen, and still too hormone-addled to think straight sometime. Maybe boys really did get so horny that they lost their sense of good judgment? It didn’t change the fact that she still felt dirty in more ways than one, but it did make her feel less annoyed with her boyfriend. And speaking of feeling dirty…
“Where are you going?” Kiirith asked as she rose and turned towards the door.
“What do you mean? I gotta wash… this…” she said, still to bashful to say cum even though she was covered in it.
“Why bother?”
“Excuse me?”
“Well you don’t have fur so it’s no big deal. Scales just wipe clean. Besides, you look really hot like that…” he said, not bothering to hide the way he was eyeing her up. “C’mon, let me prove it to you. I wanna chance to make you feel as good as you just made me feel…”
Hylda knew that she should have said no to that. Maybe she should have even asked the boy to leave. She knew that if she had, she wouldn’t be on the couch on all fours, with nothing but the cooling spunk covering her and her tail held up as Kiirith nuzzled away at her sex. She had to admit his tongue was making her feel tingly as it swept across and between her sensitive folds, but this still felt too wrong for her to enjoy it. She supposed she might have had unrealistic expectations of a fairy-tale romance, but this still didn’t seem like the way a boy should treat a girl.
Despite her reservations, Kiirith did manage to lick her to an orgasm. But even that felt wrong as the familiar tingles and tremors shook her body. She’d imagined what her first time with Kiirith would be like, and she’d envisioned herself passionately crying out his name as he drove her to climax. But now she just felt dirty and ashamed, and she was biting her lower lip to keep quiet as her orgasm swept over her. She could feel Kiirith stop his licking, and was hoping he was done when she felt something hot and hard wedge between the perky cheeks of her up-thrust behind.
“Kiirith, what are you… get that thing away from me!” she squeaked seeing the drake kneeling behind her, holding her hips as he slid his shaft between her buns.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to put it in. But I got horny going down on you so…” he said with a shrug. “C’mon, I’ll be done in a few minutes…” he said.
Hylda couldn’t think of anything to say, and Kiirith seemed to figure her silence was good enough. The dragoness almost buried her face in the couch cushions to hide her shame, before remembering what a mess she was. This evening was bad enough without any awkward stains around to remind her of it!
Kiirith wasn’t moved by the sight of Hylda hanging her head. He didn’t really mind if she didn’t want to watch. He was getting an eyeful, the silvery rump really making his shaft stick out as he slid it up and down, enjoying the sensation of the delicate scales on his fleshy length. Little Hylda really had filled out in a nice way, even though she still acted like a geeky wallflower. She was so awkward and so anxious about a little hot-dogging that she didn’t even notice him as she grabbed his phone and shot a quick video. After all, his friends wouldn’t believe what a great little ass Hylda had, or what she’d let him get away with.
And the drake was far from finished. Eating a girl out was a chore as far as he was concerned, but then no girl had ever let him near her when she was in heat! The moment he’d tasted her he’d made the decision to leave awkward, shy little Hylda with a little memento of her first time. He intentionally made his strokes longer, pulling back so that his flare would slip down and graze her well-tongued cunny before he pushed forward, running the head of his cock between her cheeks and across the little pink button under her tail. It was tempting to see if he could actually get Hylda to offer up her little virgin behind, but the image of the silvery dragoness swelling with his egg was too tempting.
He was now pulling back enough for his tip to press against her slit, dimpling the plump folds a little before slipping up and between the silvery buns. He savored the panicked whimpers of the girl as she obviously tensed up every time, but he could plainly see that even after having been eaten out she was still was too tight for his cock to accidently slip in. He’d need to aim it and give it a solid push to claim that virgin slit, but it was obvious Hylda didn’t know that, which suited him just fine.
He kept the teasing up a little longer, wondering if maybe he could coax her into getting a little careless and pushing back. But the dragoness remained still and awkward, obviously just waiting from him to finish. By now Kiirith had made a mess of her rear and smeared a good deal of his pre all over her blushing sex, which should make his next move easier. The next time his blunt tip was aimed at her glistening folds the drake took hold of his shaft and instead of angling it up gave a short, sharp buck. It caught Hylda by surprise, and by the time the squealing dragoness had tightened up it was too late. All she was doing was clamping down on Kiirith’s flare, the tip of his cock now buried between two straining silver labia.
Hylda had been close to panic every time she felt Kiirith push his head against her slit, but had trusted the drake to just do what he had to do to get relief. She also resolved to stop him the moment he did, and to stop this night form spiraling completely out of control. She'd been shocked when the blunt tip of her boyfriend's cock went from pressing against her lips to the flash of pain as she found herself suddenly penetrated. She clenched up on reflex, too late to stop the drake from claiming her young cunny and only serving to make the sensation of fullness more acute.
"Kiirith! What -ahh!-are you doing?" she gasped, feeling short of breath as she craned her neck to look over one shoulder. The boy she'd had such a high opinion just earlier that evening was smiling nonchalantly, his hands on her waist even though Hylda was still rigid with shock and hadn’t even considered the possibility of wriggling away.
"Sorry, I guess you got a little wet back here and I kinda slipped in..." he said, acting as if this was no big deal and seeming to flex the portion of his shaft embedded in the obviously distraught dragoness.
"Well pull it out. Now! I'm... it's not safe!" Hylda stammered. She knew she should have pointed out he had no business doing anything to her that she didn't want, but the foremost worry in her mind now was her ending up pregnant as a result of this.
"Why? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Kiirith asked, trying to put some seemingly genuine concern into his voice.
"N-no..." Hylda admitted. 
Being taken for the first time had stung in that first moment but now... she didn't dare say anything that might encourage Kiirith, but she had no idea how mind-blowing it would feel to have a male inside her like this. She could feel how alive the thing parting her folds was, how hard under the smooth, silky surface, and how it was throbbing and swelling as her walls wrapped around it. She might have been tempted to let Kiirith show her just what it meant to be a woman if she didn't know for a fact this was the worst possible time to do it. "I mean it Kiirith, pull out now!"
"I will, don't worry. Look, I can always tell when I'm getting close. And I don't even have to go any deeper if you don't feel ready for it. I'll just stay like this and pull out just in time. I'll even come on your back so I don't mess up the couch..."
Such a gentleman... Hylda thought to herself. She knew the sensible thing to do would be to get Kiirith the hell out of her and out of her house. She knew that she had every right to do so, but even after what he'd pulled she felt reluctant to end things with the handsome drake. Especially in a way that might put him in a vindictive mood. He was very popular, and if he decided to start spreading rumors about her it could ruin her social life.
"O-okay, but don't go any deeper. And the moment you feel... you feel close I want you to pull out..." she said. The image of Kiirith stroking his shaft and spraying his load all over her rump and back made her feel dirty even before it happened, but it was better than him filling her up.
"Ngh, thanks Hylda. You're the best!" Kiirith said, grinning as the shy dragoness hung her head and just let him have his way.
She was as tight as she looked, and obviously a virgin despite the fact her cherry had been popped. Kiirith had to admit that he was curious to see how deep he could get inside that snug slit, and he could see the exposed part of his shaft throb at the mere thought of being sheathed entirely within the pulsing pussy of the way-too naive Hylda. But she might just get the nerve to push him off if he tried, and he didn't want to risk that.
Unlike her Kiirith was anything but a virgin, but this was the first time a girl let him get between her thighs while in heat, and he couldn't resist the idea of giving Hylda what her body was craving. He figured he could always claim ignorance, that she knew she was in heat when she invited him over. And if she liked the way those pretty little tits of hers were growing now, she'd will be thrilled when her pregnancy makes the teen mounds swell up even more.
She was obviously not into this, just kneeling on all fours with her head held down, but the drake had little doubt it would be enough. He let his hands slip back from Hylda's waist until he was palming her perky ass. At first he just slid his palms and fingers over the scaled cheeks, wondering if he'd get a reaction from the awkward dragoness. And he did, or at least from the only part of her he needed for this.
Hylda might have been a cold fish but her body was responding to having him inside it, and to the way he was groping her behind. He felt the moist tunnel flutter as he caressed her rear, but when he began to knead the firm cheeks the muscles of the girl's cunny began to clench up around him in response. He groaned every time it did, knowing that despite the tit-job he talked her into it wouldn't take more than her tight little cunt pulsing around him to set him off.
Kiirith could hear the little noises Hylda thought she was muffling, and although he didn't really need to make her come he knew that it would make things easier for him if he did. Although he was loathe to stop groping what was really quite a cute scaly ass (especially with his cock buried between the tight silvery lips under it) he slid his right hand off a pert cheek and along her hip. He could feel her flat belly tremble as his fingertips brushed over it, her cunny clenching up when the skilled digits reached her mound.
He pressed his fingertips just above her clitoral hood, rubbing in a way he knew would force the little nub to wriggle against his shaft. He knew he had Hylda where he wanted her when the girl's long ears folded back, her whimpers audible despite the fact she was biting her lip. Her sex was clenching up, slowly growing tighter as her climax neared. He began flexing his cock, feeling his sack rise up as it prepared to empty again, this time inside Hylda's snug and very fertile sex.
He managed to hold back until he was sure he'd pushed her over, hoping that the confusion of her climax hitting her would make her miss what was happening. Even if he hadn't heard her muffled squeal there was no mistaking the moment she came. The snug sex clenched up as if it was trying to strangle the flared tip before it began to pulse madly. Feeling the clueless girl milk his cock was more than he could take and Kiirith groaned as he let himself go, the exposed portion of his cock swelling visibly with each surge of cum he pumped out. It was every bit as good as he thought it would be, the drake moving his swollen flare inside just a little and almost chuckling out loud at the noises his barbs coaxed from the still shuddering girl on the end of his spraying shaft. He could even see the little pink pucker hidden under her tail twitch with every clench of her pussy, looking almost like it was jealous it wasn't the one wrapped around his throbbing length. You should have offered your tail slut. It would have hurt but you wouldn't have gotten knocked up...
And there was little doubt in his mind that Hylda was even now being impregnated. With the tight grip she had on his flare there was no hope of anything leaking out until he softened up, and by then her womb would be drenched in virile draconic cum. The thought of his imminent pull-out had him reaching for his phone again, and he kept the camera aimed at the action as he took a few pics of Hylda wrapped around him.
"W-whaa... you... you told me you'd pull out!" Hylda said, obviously short of breath, either from panic or her climax.
"I tried!" Kiirith lied glibly "But after you came you clamped down and I couldn’t slip my flare out." Bullshit, of course, but he doubted clueless little Hylda realized it. She would remember her pussy clenching on the cock buried in it, and the way he’d shifted his flare, supposedly trying to work it free.
In the aftermath of her climax Hylda could feel something other than Kiirith's cock inside her, something that was getting stirred and churned as she tried to wriggle off his swollen flare. It hurt worse being pulled out than it did going in and she knew deep down that the damage was done, but some part of her still thought there was hope if she only got the male out of her sex. The moment the bell-like tip started to slip from her she knew there wasn't as the trapped seed began to squirt from her once the seal was broken. And even the squirts were nothing compared to the deluge of cum pouring from her lips when the flare actually popped out, with little rivulets of warm spunk running down her inner thighs. It was only then that Hylda became aware that she wasn't imagining the flashes because she was in the middle of the worst panic of her life.
"What are you... don't! Please!" she cried out, hiding her face from Kiirith before she remembered that wasn't the part the drake was taking pictures of.
"Sorry, it's just... you look so sexy like this. Here…" Kiirith said in his most disarmingly innocent tone as he thrust the screen in the girl's face, watching her blush through her scales at the sight of her sex gaping and drooling a steady stream of his sperm.
That was enough to make Hylda burry her face in the couch cushion, which suited Kiirith just fine. The mommy to be still had her tail up and was too stunned or too embarrassed to say anything as he kept snapping pics, going as far as pushing his fingers into the steamy sex and parting her folds to let his spunk drip from it. Even though he’d already blown a load over her chest and face he knew that he was particularly productive, especially with a virgin pussy milking his flare.
Hylda was distantly aware of Kiirith touching her tender folds, wondering if he was trying to get her clean or just...playing around with her. She couldn't bear to look at him, couldn't find the strength to speak or move as he turned her so that she lay on her back, her silvery body exposed to the drake’s hungry gaze.
She had no idea of how much time had passed, except that the time she'd spent examining herself in the mirror and primping for this date seemed to have been a lifetime ago. After some vaguely affectionate groping she saw Kiirith grow hard again, her ears folding in resignation as the drake positioned his tip at her entrance. 
"C'mon... the damage is done, no point worrying about it. I'll do all the work, just let me..." Kiirith whispered, not bothering to wait for permission before pushing his head past her dripping folds.
She could hear cum squelching as his hard length slid in, felt the mess getting churned as he pushed in deeper, the still warm cum making his passage easier. Hylda could feel tears on her cheeks but it wasn't the pain of being fully claimed by a male. Kiirith either didn't notice them or didn't care. The moment he was sheathed he began to buck and grind against her, filling the room with messy noises as he sawed his cock in and out of her sore folds. 
His hands roamed her body, spreading the slimy mess around her scales until they settled on her chest. Hylda could scarcely believe the mess her budding breasts had gotten in her in and how different her first time was from what she’d envisioned. And while massaged her mounds and grunted softly with every thrust, it was all she could do not to sob. He got rough near the end and Hylda broke her silence as she felt the barbs rubbing against her over-sensitive walls.
She was ready to feel the wetness fill her again but instead Kiirith pulled back, his flare leaving her sex with a disturbingly lewd sound as he knelt between her legs. She watched as he stroked the throbbing shaft, stunned by just how the mushroom-like tip had gotten before it erupted, painting her belly and chest in fresh streaks of milky goo. Hylda closed her eyes to both avoid getting a rope of cum in them and to avoid looking at Kiirith as he wore that same charming smile that won her over when she’d first met him. And she kept them closed when she heard the camera on his phone go of again, the drake taking a few mementos as he massaged his spunk into her once pristine scales.
Once he was done Hylda quickly disentangled herself and made a dash for the bathroom. She spent a long time washing the drake’s seed from her scales, and even longer trying to flush it from her aching cunny, but she doubted she did anything more than rinse out the excess. She was sure her tummy looked just a little less flat than it normally did, and knew it was only the start of the changes her body would soon be going through.
“Well… at least it’s going to be a pretty baby…” she mused, trying to muster up some of her bright-eyed optimism to fight off the rising despair the night had brought.