Dragons Gift.

>You mention your birthday to Sisu
>Happens to be tomorrow. Everyone including you is shocked because you had forgotten.
>Everyone gets real hush-hush about something around midday. they totally arent planning a surprise party.
>They were planning a surprise party. It was great and includes a surprisingly good dessert from Pranee considering how little notice she had, something called Turon.
>You eat one too many of the sweet fruit rolls and retire to your room.
>Why is there a present taped to the wall
>Why is there a hole in the wall under the present?
>WHY IS SISU'S MAW OPEN AND WAITING ON THE OTH-
>Oh... OH!
>You turn beet red before debating whether to return the lid to the box.
>Sisu seems to be psychic, because the seductive princess sighs, before a blue muzzle breaches the hole.
>"You know its kind of rude not to accept a gift, right?"
>With a lick of the lips and a slight pop, the maw retreats and opens again.
>In spite of yourself, you unzip and ease your throbbing member into the hole. You reason that HAVE been needing a good "pipe cleaning" for a while now.
>You yelp slightly as the waiting maw quickly snaps shut around it. Sisu giggles at your reaction, sending waves of sweet vibration up your hard shaft.
>Sisu starts slow, electing to use a lot of toungue while moaning. She must be giving herself a little something, you reckon.
>You cant deny that it feels good, and with the dry spell youve been having recently you wont last long.
>Sensing this, Sisu pulls off to add, "Don't hold back Anon, this is your gift."
>Which seemed to beseemed to be the warning that the REAL show was about to start, as you felt sensations from the other side of the wall that you werent sure a Dragon's mouth was supposed to be able to inflict.
>Eventually you found yourself moaning and humping the wall, too far gone as your orgasm was ripped from your body by the Dragonesses ministrations.
>And again
>And again
>Until you eventually collapsed into a chair, a solid ring of drool lining the base of your dick and a trail of it to the floor.
>Everything goes black as you pass out from exhaustion, thouroughly spent from the beautiful Dragons gift.