Meyra's gaze dropped to Rykarion's cock, thick and veined, already rigid and straining toward her. Her lips parted in awe, a mix of disbelief and hunger flashing across her face. "You carry that around every day?" she asked, her voice a blend of teasing and reverence, her eyes tracing the sheer size of him—intimidating, overwhelming, and impossibly enticing.
Rykarion's deep chuckle rumbled through the chamber, a sound that echoed off the stones and sent a shiver down Meyra's spine. "If it hasn't occurred to you yet, love, I'm not human. I'm a dragon, and dragons tend to be… bigger. Even among my kind, I'm on the larger side," he said, his smirk widening with a flash of pride, his golden eyes glinting as he stepped closer. The heat of his body rolled off him in waves, enveloping Meyra, whose thighs clenched instinctively, her pulse racing with a mix of nerves and desire.
Meyra rolled her eyes, a playful gesture that belied the fire igniting within her. She sank lower, the cold stone floor biting into her knees as she leaned forward, her breath hot against the swollen tip of Rykarion's cock. Her lips brushed it in a tentative kiss, savoring the salty, warm taste, tinged with a faint metallic edge that made her heart pound. "I've never had something this big in my mouth before," she murmured, lust blazing in her eyes as she looked up at him, her expression a heady mix of challenge and need.
"There's a first for everything," Rykarion growled, his voice low and gravelly, thick with promise. He fisted his cock, guiding it toward her parted lips, and Meyra opened wider, eager to take him. The velvet-smooth head slid past her lips, hot and heavy against her tongue as she swirled it around the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge. Rykarion's groan was immediate, a deep, guttural sound that reverberated through the room, and Meyra's pussy responded, clenching tight as a rush of slick arousal coated her inner thighs.
She moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth, the strain in her jaw a delicious ache. Her tongue traced the thick vein pulsing along his shaft, the taste growing richer—salty, musky, and uniquely him. Rykarion's hips jerked slightly, a reflexive motion, and Meyra moaned softly, the vibration humming against his cock, drawing another sharp hiss from his lips. Her pussy throbbed, the heat between her legs intensifying, the slickness dripping as her body begged for more.
"Fuck, Meyra," Rykarion rasped, one hand tangling in her hair, fingers tightening against her scalp with a possessive grip. "That's it… don't stop." His words fueled her, and she quickened her pace, bobbing her head as she sucked him harder, her tongue flicking frantically over the tip, lapping at the bead of precum that leaked from his slit. The flavor was rich, almost sweet, a maple-syrup tang that set her senses ablaze, distinct from the honeyed taste of human men. Her hand slid down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently, and Rykarion's low moan shifted into a primal grunt, his body trembling with pleasure.
*Slurp… slurpppp… slurp.* The wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth filled the chamber, mingling with his ragged breaths and the crackle of the torches. Meyra took him deeper, her throat constricting as she fought to suppress her gag reflex, determined to please the dragon before her. Rykarion's hips began to move, shallow thrusts pushing his cock against the back of her throat, and she surrendered to him, her hands gripping his iron-hard thighs for balance. His muscles flexed beneath her fingers, a testament to his raw, draconic power, and her pussy pulsed, the slick heat between her legs growing unbearable.
"Gods, your mouth," Rykarion growled, his voice strained as he thrust faster, fucking her face with a relentless rhythm. Meyra gagged, tears prickling at her eyes, but the discomfort only heightened her arousal, her body trembling with need. Her pussy was a sopping mess, her folds swollen and slick as she shifted, desperate for relief. She moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but raw, and Rykarion's grip on her hair tightened, a sharp tug sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her core.
*"Ahh… ahhhhh!"* Meyra's cries vibrated against his shaft, her desperation echoing in the stone chamber as she sucked him with wild abandon. His cock swelled, the veins throbbing against her tongue, and she sensed he was close, his thrusts growing erratic, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Her hand stroked the base of his cock, her fingers slick with spit, while her other hand teased his balls, coaxing him toward release.
"That's it, love," Rykarion panted, his voice a rough snarl. "Take it all." Meyra redoubled her efforts, her lips stretched wide, her tongue swirling furiously, and with a deep, guttural moan, Rykarion came. Hot, thick cum flooded her mouth, coating her tongue with that sweet, syrupy essence. She coughed, caught off guard by the volume, but swallowed eagerly, savoring the unique taste. Some spilled past her lips, trickling down her chin, and she licked it away, her eyes locked on his, a wicked glint in her gaze.
"You should warn me next time," Meyra said, her voice hoarse but playful as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "But… damn, do all dragons taste like that, or are you just special?" Her tone was teasing, her lips curving into a smirk as she caught her breath, her body still buzzing with unspent desire.
Rykarion's brows furrowed, a mix of amusement and confusion crossing his rugged features. "How the hell would I know?" he retorted, his tone dry but laced with humor, his golden eyes glinting in the torchlight. Meyra chuckled, the sound light and genuine, her earlier question striking her as absurd in the heat of the moment. Her body ached, her pussy dripping and swollen, desperate for his touch, and the air between them crackled with renewed tension.
Rykarion moved swiftly, his hands seizing Meyra's waist, lifting her with effortless strength and pinning her against the cold stone wall. The rough surface bit into her back, a stark contrast to the searing heat of his body pressed against hers. His lips crashed into hers, a bruising, hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue as he devoured her. Meyra moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist to grind her dripping pussy against his cock, still half-hard and slick from her mouth.
"Fuck, you're soaked," Rykarion growled, breaking the kiss, his breath hot against her lips. His hand slid between them, fingers parting her slick folds, and Meyra gasped as he teased her clit, circling it with precise, maddening strokes. Her pussy clenched, the walls pulsing with need, and she bucked against his hand, chasing the friction, her breath coming in desperate pants.
"Please," Meyra whimpered, her voice raw, her body trembling with want. Rykarion didn't hesitate. With a low, primal grunt, he lined himself up and thrust into her in one brutal motion. Her pussy stretched wide, the burn of his massive cock mixing with a flood of pleasure that made her vision blur. "Oh, fuck!" she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely, the head of his cock pressing deep, brushing against her cervix.
He set a relentless pace, his hips slamming into hers, each thrust driving his cock deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her core. Her pussy gripped him, the wet, sucking sounds of their bodies colliding echoing in the chamber. His cock was coated in her arousal, glistening as he slid in and out, the sight raw and intoxicating. Meyra's head fell back against the wall, her moans rising in pitch, her body trembling as he fucked her with unbridled force.
*"Nngh… fuck, Rykarion!"* Meyra's cries filled the air, her voice breaking as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips so tightly bruises bloomed beneath his fingers. Her pussy fluttered, the walls pulsing around his cock, and the pressure built, a tight coil in her belly on the verge of snapping. Rykarion's grunts matched her desperation, his breath hot against her neck as he drove into her, his own pleasure mounting.
"You take me so well," he growled, his voice rough with exertion. He shifted his angle, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her, and Meyra screamed, her body convulsing as an orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down, milking his cock as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her trembling, gasping, and slick with sweat.
But Rykarion wasn't finished. He pulled out, his cock shining with her juices, and spun her around, bending her over a heavy wooden table. Meyra's hands braced against the splintered surface, her ass raised, legs spread wide as he stepped behind her. "Look at this pussy," he murmured, his fingers tracing her swollen, dripping folds, slick and red from his relentless thrusts. Her body quivered, her pussy clenching at his touch, desperate for more.
He thrust into her again, this time from behind, the new angle sending stars bursting behind Meyra's eyes. His cock pounded into her, each stroke harder, deeper, and she pushed back, meeting every brutal thrust. Her pussy was a mess of slick heat, gripping him tight, the walls pulsing as he fucked her raw. "Oh gods, yes!" she moaned, her voice ragged, another orgasm building, faster and fiercer than before.
*"Unh… unh… fuck!"* Rykarion's grunts echoed, the sound of their bodies slapping together a primal rhythm in the torchlit chamber. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, and Meyra's legs shook, her body teetering on the edge. His fingers snaked around, rubbing her clit in tight, relentless circles, and the added stimulation sent her spiraling. Her pussy spasmed, clenching tight as a second orgasm ripped through her, her screams bouncing off the walls, her body trembling uncontrollably.
With a final, guttural roar, Rykarion buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with hot, thick cum. The sensation pushed Meyra over the edge again, a third orgasm crashing through her, her pussy gripping him so tightly it seemed to meld them together. They collapsed against the table, both panting, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and the raw scent of sex.
For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by their labored breaths and the faint crackle of the torches. Meyra turned her head, a lazy smile curving her lips as she met Rykarion's gaze. "You're going to ruin me for anyone else," she said, her voice a mix of jest and truth, her body still humming with aftershocks.
Rykarion's gold eyes glinted with mischief, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Good," he replied, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "Because I'm not done with you yet."