[It turns out begging is worth it, particularly in the depths of a breeding rut left unsatisfied for so long. The praise he provides in turn, those curling, smoky syllables that sounds so appropriate with those scales and leathery wings, is more than enough to make her shiver. When he provides what she needs, slow and torturous to remind her that this week, he is enough for her physically, she lets out an aching moan, and when his claws tease so very carefully at her heat-swollen nerves that moan swings into a needy whimper, her back legs twitching uselessly in the hay, one hoof kicking out.
Thankfully, to the side and not into him.
Though she manages to keep one hand at her breast, teasing herself as well as him, the other she needs to brace herself, fingers curling in the hay as others slick in wasted milk, her voice rising to the satisfying, pounding pace of his hips snapping into her rump. More little pleas fall from her lips, a mind addled with season all too willing to beg, and not just because he'd asked.]
Nikolai... Give it to me, please... All of it, I can take it- I want it-
[Nevermind that she might be one of the only women who could take that right now. What mattered more was that she was so close, that she can feel his own pace begin to grow uneven on the edge, and she doesn't want to hold back. Even if he can't reach her like she wishes, all of her, that was, instinct still drives her to let her heavy hair shift over one shoulder so that she might bare her neck for him to bite into, missing the sensation of forelegs clutching and teeth nipping but consoling herself with the tug of tail and the flick of fingers. It's too easy to let her body clench tight as if to trap him within her, satisfied enough with his human and draconic traits not to fear he'd round her belly but her body didn't need to know that-
It just needed to cum, loud and messy with a little spurt of musky arousal onto his cock and fingers, a cry echoing into the empty barn as her long spine arches and she urges him to breed her.
And then to come back to her (the part of her that can kiss and hold) like he'd promised.]
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Thankfully, to the side and not into him.
Though she manages to keep one hand at her breast, teasing herself as well as him, the other she needs to brace herself, fingers curling in the hay as others slick in wasted milk, her voice rising to the satisfying, pounding pace of his hips snapping into her rump. More little pleas fall from her lips, a mind addled with season all too willing to beg, and not just because he'd asked.]
Nikolai... Give it to me, please... All of it, I can take it- I want it-
[Nevermind that she might be one of the only women who could take that right now. What mattered more was that she was so close, that she can feel his own pace begin to grow uneven on the edge, and she doesn't want to hold back. Even if he can't reach her like she wishes, all of her, that was, instinct still drives her to let her heavy hair shift over one shoulder so that she might bare her neck for him to bite into, missing the sensation of forelegs clutching and teeth nipping but consoling herself with the tug of tail and the flick of fingers. It's too easy to let her body clench tight as if to trap him within her, satisfied enough with his human and draconic traits not to fear he'd round her belly but her body didn't need to know that-
It just needed to cum, loud and messy with a little spurt of musky arousal onto his cock and fingers, a cry echoing into the empty barn as her long spine arches and she urges him to breed her.
And then to come back to her (the part of her that can kiss and hold) like he'd promised.]