Jasmine was pressed against the windowsill, the basket of apples she'd been carrying tumbling to the floor, scattering fruit across the room. Her right hand clamped over her mouth, stifling the moans that threatened to escape into the forest, the black cat ears atop her head twitching nervously. A humanoid, red dragon's head was buried beneath her skirts, tongue lapping at her s3x through the thin silk of her panties.
She'd only just returned from picking apples, her skin still damp from a recent bath, to find her home unexpectedly occupied. Months had passed since she'd last seen Linsey, and a faint stubble now shadowed his jaw. Even through the fabric of her panties, she could feel the prickle of his beard against her sensitive flesh.
Linsey lifted her into his arms, showering her with excited kisses before impatiently hiking up her long skirt and diving between her legs. The scent of her freshly bathed skin, a delicate floral fragrance, filled his senses. Her panties, white silk, soft and clinging, offered little resistance. He wasted no time, his tongue working against the thin material, lapping at her core.
Saliva soaked through the silk, pooling in the swollen folds of her vulva. His tongue circled the hard nub of her cl1t, drawing a whimper from her lips. The sensitive flesh of her entrance, unable to withstand the stimulation, began to weep, the moisture seeping through the saturated silk to his waiting mouth. The dragon savored the taste, a delicious nectar he hadn't enjoyed in months.
The sound of her own arousal mortified her. Jasmine reached down, pushing against his head, wanting to move him, to find somewhere, anywhere else. The hard edge of the window frame was digging into her back, adding to her discomfort.
The dragon, ravenous as a hound, held her hips firm in his hands, his head unwavering as he pressed against her core. His tongue, invigorated, lapped at the fabric of her panties and the flesh beneath, occasionally nipping her cl1t with sharp teeth. A flush crept up her neck and across her face, her hands losing the strength to resist. Arousal flowed from her like a stream.
Linsey grew increasingly excited. Barbs rose on his tongue, scraping hard against her cl1t through the thin barrier of her panties, catching and pulling the sensitive nub before releasing it with a snap. A shiver wracked Jasmine's body, her legs giving way. Linsey’s face caught her as she fell.
Her s3x slammed against his face, her cl1t still trapped between his teeth. The intense stimulation sent her spiraling into a powerful org4sm, a clear liquid jetting from her.
The greedy red dragon lapped it all up. From above, Jasmine could only see the bulge of his head beneath her skirt. Even after devouring her release, he lingered, his face buried against her, inhaling her scent. His high-bridged nose nuzzled her cl1t, the movement creating a cool draft against her sensitive flesh, a teasing sensation that threatened to reignite her arousal.
A mixture of embarrassment and annoyance flooded through her. She lifted her bare foot and pressed it against his face.
"Are you a pervert?! We haven't seen each other in so long, and this is what you do?!"
Her cat-like foot was soft and small, pink and tender like the paws of her true form. From Linsey’s perspective, the pale girl stared down at him with wide, emerald green eyes. Her attempt at a threatening glare was undermined by the lingering flush on her cheeks.
Her raised leg exposed her completely. The crotch of her panties, torn by his teeth during his ministrations, offered little coverage. The delicate lace struggled to conceal her flesh, but he saw everything. Through the rip in the fabric, he saw the parted lips of her vulva, plump and swollen around her cl1t.
The bud, engorged and crimson from his attentions, stood proudly er3ct. Her entrance, slightly open, wept a fresh sheen of arousal, replacing what he had so eagerly consumed.
A dragon’s eyesight could pinpoint prey from miles away. Now, his gaze was locked on the treasure within reach.