Thunderstruck

Thunderstruck v1.02
Tags: Linda Raindancer, Surinen, cuteanon, foreplay, handjob, grinding, buttstuff

With thanks to Cuteanon.

	The pale-fleshed man, whose forearms and legs were covered in obsidian scales, ventured through the dark, dark tunnels. His skin was an odd pallor of blue-grey, like fresh ash. While he was not particularly strong of build, his limbs and torso had a healthy layer of toned muscle to them, and his sharp face was framed by well-kempt black hair. Though any mortal would need a lamp to light the way, the glowing blue eyes of his saw through mere darkness with ease, scanning his surroundings in hazy monochrome. A hairline fracture silently snapped through his chest without warning, and his fingers went to it, tracing its length habitually even though he was not consciously aware of its presence.
	Surinen the simulacrum marched forward through the ancient carved tunnels, passing ruined mosaics and engravings until he came upon the underground lake beneath the mountain. There, like a spark of life, a beacon shone through the dark – a small semicircle of doubled candles burned, offering color and clarity to his vision and casting shadows in the nooks and crevices of the naturally formed chamber. At the center of the arc of wax lights, a dusky-skinned figure sat at the rock shore, her legs dipped into the cool, crystal clear water.
	She was completely bare to the air, the flickering light waving over her smooth dark curves. Her neck, back, shoulders, hips, and thighs were lavished in the scented glow, and she seemed to lounge in it, one hand on her chest, the other placed behind her, leaning back with shut eyes directed at the rocky ceiling. Long, raven-like hair extended to the rock floor behind her, and from where he stood, he could see the tight crevice of her soft, elfin rump illuminated by the dancing lights.
	The instant he realized he’d stopped breathing, he opened his mouth, inhaling just the slightest puff, and the ethereal beauty opened her eyes, slowly turning the gaze of her gleaming yellow irises to Surinen. Her glistening lips opened, paused, then shut, the corners of her mouth curling up in a subtle smile that he could tell meant something very important, something that sent tingles down his spine. He felt as though he was intruding somewhere he did not belong. A dozen trails of smoke arose from his being.
	“Welcome, Surinen,” Linda the Raindancer said, her inscrutable expression unchanging.
	“I saw your letter,” he said, averting his eyes from her slender waist, finding them sneaking back to her by reflex no matter how much he berated himself mentally for the impropriety. Every time he looked at her, he was keenly aware that she was watching him do so. And yet, the fact only stirred him further. Before he knew it, a loathed reaction grew in his breeches, lifting the fabric with the beating of his own heart as all his senses focused upon her exclusively.
	“Indeed,” she said, lifting a handful of water from the pure lake and letting it spill over her thighs, the drops crawling down her dark valley in a slow, lustful way, as if the very water longed for her. In awed silence, Surinen watched each and every drop roll across her flawless flesh until they terminated at the stone beneath her.
	“The letter… while very kind of you, I do not believe you owe me anything more for what happened that day,” the alabaster man said, at last forgetting his manners and staring at her exotic beauty in the dim light without reserve.
	Linda giggled. It was not the giddy giggle of a girl, but the amused chuckle of an ancient dragon given through the throat of a woman. He always had to remind himself of that. “I told you. A dragon often finds it difficult to express gratitude through words alone.”
	“Yes, but I did not save you or Grill or Gaspar for a reward. I did it to save myself,” he said, though his voice fell low and breathy with the last few words, nearly a whisper.
	“Do you think a king cares, when his daughter is saved from brigands, why the adventurer did it? Do you verily believe that the king would be incensed to learn that the hero longs for his daughter’s hand in marriage? Only to children does one’s motivation matter.”
	“It matters to me.”
	“As I said, children. So much of mortalkin is nothing but children, though some may have the appearance of an adult. You, yourself, are likely but a year old by now. These principles and beliefs that were somehow instilled in you by your creators are a curse to you, are they not? For they are not your ideals.” She paused, as if politely awaiting a response, but he had none to offer other than a confused look. “They are much akin to a holy book that you are meant to obey, but the greatest flaw of all such things is that they cannot dictate how you truly feel, beneath it all. Untested ethics, unproven concepts. Toys for a child. It will not be long, given your frightful intelligence, that you begin to doubt and unravel them.”
	“I… I do not believe that is so. They are a part of me. And I cannot see what could possibly be wrong about them. If a truly vile individual rescues a princess so that he may take advantage of her and her father, then what he has done is absolutely not worthy of praise nor gratitude,” he said, holding out his hands to gesture out what he was saying.
	Linda’s eyes narrowed as if in silent laughter. “O, fortuitous creature. A day will come. But that will not be today. You are mine, today. And I am yours,” she said, lifting her legs from the lake and placing them upon the rock. Without even the slightest effort, like a weightless feather, she glided up to stand, turning to face him properly. He locked with her eyes, and then glanced down at the full view of her body.
	Her supple breasts, perfect in round shapeliness, stood perky upon her chest, two dark nubs – already stiff – cresting them. The svelte smoothness of her figure flowed into itself like pouring water, guiding the eye to her breasts, her legs, her midriff, long and dark and soft, to the sharp v of her hips that ran down to what lay between her thighs: a maiden’s loins, a parting of the flesh surrounded by twin lips of forbidden tenderness that the candlelight licked across sensuously from the slender gap in her thighs.
	He did not even realize she had stepped over the candles and come to him, slinking with almost feline dexterity, until the scent of the sky filled his awareness, fresh like rain. It staggered him, forcing him to take a step back with a soft gasp. When had the air grown so thick and humid? It almost seemed to weigh on his shoulders the closer she came. And then she was there, standing inches from him, uncomfortably close because he was maddeningly aware of the pounding heat in his pants that felt like it was trying to break free and reach her. The seemingly distant tiny lights illuminated only the corners of her dusky face, and her long obsidian locks spilled over her shoulders like the darkness between stars.
	“I am glad you are pleased, Surinen,” she said, staring into his eyes. And when he looked into them, the yellow of her irises seemed to become a sanguine scarlet, and the pupils inside almost pulled him into a void that both terrified and scintillated him to the very core. He froze at the sensation of her fingers brushing over his side, worming under his pants and tugging them down until they fell loosely at his ankles. No longer bound by any cloth prison, Surinen’s deep purple erection, thick and ringed with a studded draconic tip, jerked up with barely restrained vigor, bead after bead of pale blue fluid running from his very tip and down the length.
	The paralysis of nerves redoubled throughout him, as if his instincts cried in fear. Even if he had consciously forgotten that Linda was no mere woman, the very proximity and scent in the air spoke to even his artificial being of what she truly was. The only part of him that did not care – or perhaps, was only further incited – by that unspoken knowledge was his meaty shaft, jerking harder and harder at the prospect and leaving him short of breath, tingles of desire washing through his chest. Even all the violent sex that the half-dragon Grill heaped on him, even all the salacious molestation from the kobold Simmer had never left him so painfully turgid. It felt like his manhood was about to tear itself apart, and his balls unbearably heavy and tight. Or maybe his heart would just throw itself through his ribs.
	“My, my, how rapacious you are,” Linda said in a purring tone, reaching down to touch his tip with a single finger. It bulged up against her incredibly soft skin in response, smearing precum upon it, and Surinen had to step back before he thrust himself upon her, before the tingling heat coursing through from just her finger drove him mad. She touched the soiled finger to her lips, pink tongue slipping out to lap it clean absentmindedly. “Mmm. Perhaps there is a bit more dragon in you than just the scales.”
	“It’s only been a month or two, but… I’ve never felt so excited before,” Surinen stammered, reaching down to grip himself in an attempt to impose a degree of control over his impulses. But the tighter he held, the harder he throbbed in response. He quickly let go before something or the other got out of hand.
	“Does it feel like you can’t focus on anything else? Like your body is on fire? Like nothing else matters?”
	Surinen slowly, haltingly, nodded, swallowing down saliva. Somehow, the admission made him feel ever more painfully aroused.
	The saturnine beauty smiled a little wider at him, then reached out for his shoulder. At her touch, he shivered, inching further away. “Huhu. Are you afraid of me?”
	Again, he nodded. Only the insane would not be. Not because she was a dragon, but because of the sheer intensity of urges she brought out in him with the slightest ease, as if it were only natural that all things should long for her.
	“Good. But you needn’t be. All I shall teach you today are the pleasures of a woman.” She glided closer to him until the head of his cock met the skin of her midriff. A glob of thin fluid spilled out onto her skin, but she made no sign of displeasure.
	It was one step too far. Excitement and proximity drove him over the edge, and his body moved without his thinking. With a wild, glazed look in his eyes, Surinen’s hands went straight to her chest, wrapping his dark scaled fingers around each handful of silken flesh, testing their firmness for himself. The otherworldly beauty lifted the back of her hand to her lips, stifling a ticklish giggle of either amusement or arousal. Then both her hands moved to wrap around his forearms as he groped her with slow, firm squeezes that pressed the softness inward and then pulled back out, almost like a kitten kneading its mother’s belly.
	“Surinen?”
	He was not listening. Or rather, he was listening to the heat of her bare skin against his member and his fingers, and the hard nubs that brushed against his palms as he slid them over and under her breasts in circles, kneading them. She did not resist him, though when he began to squeeze a bit too hard, she could not help but release a slight, unintentional moan through her lips, turning her head away with closed eyes, as if in shame at her own sensitivity.
	“Surinen…”
	The alabaster-fleshed man moved in closer, sliding his arms around behind the raven-haired beauty and pulling her into a hug of sorts, her bosoms flattening against his hard chest, his shaft becoming pinned between their pelvises, even more precum flowing like a faucet from him. Her arms went limp, dangling helplessly at her sides as she glanced over at the side of his head with an amused expression, her mouth hanging open as if thinking hard on what next to say. He wished never to pull away from the warmth and unbelievable softness of her nubile curves against him. There was little conscious thought left in him, only the sensation of desire, of copper coins in the roof of his mouth, of his own acceptance by another.
	“Surinen, are you going to violate me?”
	 He froze, slowly unjoining himself and backing away. As quickly as his all-lust had arisen, those words eradicated it with shame. “I didn’t mean to, I thought…”
	The mysterious, subtle smile on her face was unchanged as ever. “If that is how you wish to have me, then you may.”
	“No, I do not,” he said, shaking his head and turning away after a moment of hesitation. “I am sorry.”
	“Sorry? This is quite why I chose this as your reward, rather than going to find some rare books or something equally mundane. Those other two have taught you unfortunate things. I would like to rectify that.”
	“Unfortunate things?”
	She rubbed her fingers together idly as she shifted to stand at a long angle. “A certain distasteful lack of manners, style, and class. Simmer is hardly so awful as Grill in that regard, but she is quite certainly the product of her occupation – thrill-seeker. Nonetheless, I can see that exposure to them, and only them, has caused a degree of roughness in your own disposition towards your lovers. If you would permit, I shall teach you the way to win a woman with wile and wits. The way a gentleman does it,” Linda said, glancing away as she spoke, as if staring into the darkness at something only she could see.
	“You would do that?” Surinen asked, settling down. “For me?”
	“It would hardly be the first time I’ve guided a man through his first. Just who do you think I am?”
	“It’s not my first.”
	“May as well be, no?”
	Surinen sighed deeply at her words, grudgingly agreeing with the sentiment regardless of the technicalities. For all that his creator-imparted knowledge and prior experience was worth, he knew so very little. “I would be honored. I want never to repeat what just happened.”
	“Indeed,” the dusky woman smiled. “I would be terribly embarrassed to call myself your guardian if that had occurred to anyone else.”
	The artificial lad was unsure if that was meant as a jest or a statement of fact. He cleared his throat, preferring not to think about it. “So… what should I do first?”
	“Well, Surinen, I dare say the mood is well-vanquished thanks to your gaff and gab.”
	He nodded slowly, and his blue-white cheeks flushed a deep purple in silent admission of guilt.
 	“But such a thing is easily restored,” she added after a moment of weighty silence, strolling up to him. Once more, he looked upon her, upon her curvaceous, lithe body that gleamed with scented oil in the flickering candlelight, and gulped when her hand went straight to his manhood. She still wore that undecipherable expression that could mean ten thousand things at once, watching his face and his reaction to her movements.
	He, on the other hand, watched her gently slide her velvety fingers from hilt to tip of his slick, half-erect dick, instantaneous jolts of pleasure running up his spine and coaxing a surprised shiver out of his muscles. His cock roused to full, aching rigidity within moments, and in a few more he was starting to feel the rumblings of a long-awaited and long-needed orgasm nearing.
	Of course he resisted, but there were factors outside his control. The weeks of abstinence and teasing from Simmerscale and Sylvia had taken their toll. She leaned up against his side, one arm draped around him, one of her perky breasts pressed into his arm that still bore a light scar from the bite of an alligator’s jaws, and the warmth of her body seemed to flow into him like a fine wine, turning the creeping chills of the cool subterranean air into pure sexual heat. But worst of all, Linda’s fingers moved with a grace and deftness – a clarity and mastery of purpose – that defied words.
	As one finger pressed into and rubbed around in the fluid leaking from his tip, another stroked at the underside of his cockhead where he was most sensitive, sending spasms through his midsection. Before Surinen could grow used to the sensation of those movements, she shifted to simply wrap her middle finger and thumb around him in a ring and slide her grip up and down upon him slowly, offering tight pleasure to his entire organ as it burgeoned against each squeezing push and pull. And again she changed, moving her attention to the dangling sack between his legs, taking hold of both his full orbs and beginning to fondle them with the most sincere gentleness. It was not nearly as pleasurable as her touch to his pillar, but the light pressure seemed to somehow invoke tingling heaviness in each ball – and the mere idea of the act, of her treating his testicles with such fond warmth, made him even harder than anything up to that point.
	In all the ways she teased and tormented his shaft, her greatest trick was deprivation. She avoided ever picking up the pace, or using more than a few fingers at a time, instead offering only a few individual sensations at once. To him, this was more torture than mercy because although she could have finished him off at any instant by just pushing him a little harder, the lack of sensation elsewhere caused each of her slight touches to feel like the delicate, ticklish brush of eyelashes due to his undivided attention being on each and every thing she did to him. For only the briefest of instants, he wondered how he knew what eyelashes felt like.
	Surinen panted, his cheeks flushed with pleasure and exertion as her digits trailed up and down his length, refusing him the release he longed for, yet still teasing him ever closer to the precipice. He breathed in her stormy scent, relished the sensation of her olive hand, the warmth of her body pressed against his, and the feeling of her hot breath on his shoulder. He tilted his head, realizing she had been staring at his face the entire time, and locked with her golden irises, the coppery sensation returning to the roof of his mouth. Her eyes, her lips were so close to his, bubbly feelings intoxicated his mind, distracting him from even the incredible feelings that made his knees shake weakly.
	That moment, he resolved to hold back and last until the feather dragon had orgasmed. He was ready. He’d had the vicious and beautiful Grill for a bedmate at least two score times. He was going to meet Linda on equal terms. His hands were idle, and that was unacceptable. With one arm pinned against him by her weight, he reached out with his free hand, brushing against her arm that was handling his member, aiming for her crotch. The instant before he could touch her nubile mound, however, she released his cock and grabbed his wrist.
	“No. Just relax. Just enjoy it,” she purred into his ear, her tongue tickling his lobe with a lick, and then a nibble. She let go of him, returning to playing with his dick, and Surinen took a deep breath, choosing to at least wrap his trapped arm around her back to hold her by the waist. Just touching her revitalized his desire to pleasure her, so he began to stroke that soft stretch of skin, scoring ticklish giggles from her every now and again. When he stole a look at her face again, he swore he saw a devilish glint in her eye, and then he felt her shift her grip to rub her thumb as hard as she could underneath the head of his girth.
	It forced a needy buck out of his hips as heat flared through his entire core, and he felt his balls spasm with power, hot blue seed erupting out of him in a thick stream directly into her palm. There were quiet splurts with each jet of sky-blue semen that came out of him, and soon it began to drip and pour from between her open fingers to the floor, strands stretching long down to splash the ground. The volume poured at such intensity that it sprayed out upon her sensual midriff and legs in foggy, sky-blue droplets. Some even splashed back on him. It was an immense amount of fluid to come from a man, though, of course, he was merely a facsimile. It was as if all the repressed lust from his last few weeks had come literally bursting out of him.
	He breathed, the white-hot haze in his head gradually fading as his cock throbbed with smaller and smaller globs of spunk until it was simply throbbing dry, his hips shaking lightly with the aftershocks. When he was able to focus his eyes again, he glanced down at the mess he’d made of her hand and the uneven rock, then over at her, his jaw hanging open in shock. “T-that’s never happened before.”
	The enigmatic smile on Linda’s face never left. She stared at him, silent, her thoughts unknowable. “It is as I expected.”
	“What is?”
	“You have no tolerance for subtleties of the bed. You could not even handle a bit of foreplay. And why would you? Grill has trained your body to simply ejaculate when you feel like it.” Linda slid her hand down his back, reaching down to squeeze one of his cheeks playfully.
	Surinen raised an eyebrow at her, and she turned, walking over to the lake. She got on her knees and leaned out to dip her hand into the water, washing it off and beginning to wash the rest of herself that had been soiled, and he stared at her pert rump and the lush womanhood that lay between her thighs, seemingly presented for him to look upon.
	“You… may have a point,” he admitted while staring hungrily at her lush curves. While his nature as a living alchemical entity permitted him to expend himself many more times than a normal man might be able to in a short time, all of it meant nothing if he was so egregiously oversensitive and unrestrained.
	“Indeed. So, to master the seduction of women, you shall first have to unlearn what you have learned, starting from scratch.” The dragon stood back up and turned to face him, strolling up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders, and slowly pressing him down until he took the message and laid on the ground, his mast already stiff again from just the sight of her and the racing ideas of what might come next.  His gaze naturally traveled down the v of her pelvis to stare at her loins, which seemed slightly engorged and puffier than before, just a hint of pink visible between her labia.
	The swarthy-skinned beauty smiled down at him. “So, we may as well waste no time. Consider this your first lesson, likely of many. It is simple. You will lay there. You will do nothing but enjoy yourself. There is only one rule: you will not climax until I tell you to. Understood?” she asked, folding her arms together.
	He did not even have to nod. The hungry jerking of his member below her was the answer she needed. For an instant, her smile widened. But then it returned to the way it was before, either smug or amused or both. She turned her back to him and slowly lowered herself down until she sat on his crotch, pinning his girth between her tight cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she slowly rocked left to right and back again, grinding on him with her light, soft weight.
	The only word he could muster for it was paradise. Compared to the savagery that the strong and proud Grill heaped upon him in their pairings, Linda was not only as soft and supple as the finest clouds, her every movement was precise and controlled, calculated to draw out the strongest reaction possible. She slowly slid back, the oil lathered over her body easing the movement, and Surinen felt something burning hot and slick with something else brush over his hilt before she slid forward again.
	In that way, Linda slowly worked him over, and Suri could only gasp and grunt in pleasure, his fingers trembling with the wish to touch her, his hips shaking with the wish to buck up against her, but he swore not to. His draconic cock thumpity-thumped against her rear and between her thighs like an overzealous drummer as his heart worked thrice as hard to keep up with its demands. In only a few short minutes, even despite his slight exhaustion, Surinen felt the urge to explode once more, and hissed out air as he struggled to contain himself.
	“So desperate already?” the ethereal vixen asked with a sly look in her eyes as she peered back at him. “But this is all just preparation.” She reached down between her legs, rubbing herself out of his view, and the alabaster man felt something viscous and warm drip onto him as a light schlicking noise became audible. “If you must, bite your finger. Or think of something vile.”
	He attempted to do both things, drawing a near-black purple blood from the scales of his index finger in short order and thinking of such things as the unspeakable horror that had, piece by piece, devoured everyone around him, name and all, and nearly took him as well. Such acts were futile in the face of her cushy rump as she massaged his member with her most vulnerable, lovely places with increasing fervor. He could not help but notice the gradual replacement of the sweet oils she had lathered her sensuous curves in with tiny beads of sweat as the trickle of her love juices continued unabated with the combination of her grinding and the work of her own fingers upon herself.
	And as her arousal grew, the bizarre weight and moisture and chill of the air itself seemed to grow with it, making it increasingly difficult to breathe and focus. Every gasp of air they took turned to steam. Electric sensation began to course across her flesh, like pins and needles of static, tickling everywhere their bodies met, and though the candles were nearly all wicked out by their own wax at this point, he could swear there was a faint glow growing from her and carrying throughout the chamber, though he doubted such a thing was true – too likely simply just his own senses playing tricks on him.
	Somehow he held out, finding the most powerful incentive to refrain to be his own fear of shame and desire to please her, as deceptive as it was. Finally, the dragon shivered atop him and he watched it travel up her spine, tendons flaring all the way up her svelte back, and she sighed pleasantly. “There. Well done, Surinen. You managed five minutes. Acceptable progress for your first lesson. Now… you may release as you please,” she said, in a slightly lower, huskier tone, and her words – slow, meaningful – seemed to carry a kind of power over his mind, like a spell, or perhaps a curse.
	He felt the early rumblings of an orgasm come rushing through him, but the simulacrum refused it, fighting back the growing pleasure before it was too late. “No… wait…” he muttered, finding it difficult to think at all with the way she was sliding from side to side on him. But the concern hindering him was simple, easy to recognize. “What about you?”
	“This is a reward for you, you silly creature,” she giggled, shaking her hips with renewed vigor, clearly intent on forcing the cum right out of him. “My satisfaction is irrelevant.”
	“But this doesn’t feel right,” he panted weakly.
	“If you wished to sate me, truly sate me, in all the forms I might take, you would need no less than a dragon, or perhaps a particularly talented deity,” she said plainly as she swished herself back and forth along his length with increasing force.
	“I know, but…” Surinen protested, even simple thoughts becoming too hazy to process for him. He had to concentrate on holding back, or it would all be over in an instant.
	Linda sighed, slowing back down to a more reasonable pace, instead letting him savor the feeling of her dragging her wet slit and warm, soft ass along his cock. “Fine, fine. But only because I am showing you a dragon’s gratitude. Anything you want, you will have,” she said grudgingly, lifting off of him, the accumulated sweat, nectar, and precum between them stretching in long strands as she lifted her hips. She once more locked eyes with him over her shoulder, her sensual, gleaming lips moving deliberately slowly to let her next words sink in. “Assuming you can last long enough to see it.”
	Surinen breathed in deeply, steeling his will for what was to come. This part, at least, would be more familiar to him, easier to handle. “Consider it a bonus lesson,” he offered, his mind clearing of the lustful haze with the body contact broken long enough for his affinity for quips to return.
	“So confident, you are,” Linda mused to herself more than to him. As if a thought occurred to her, her smile widened a bit, and she glanced down between her legs, her fingers moving to cup all the way underneath herself, feeling around for something. “Mh. This’ll do.”
	“What will do?” he asked, pangs of anxiety running up his spine, sensing danger from her diction.
	She said nothing. She merely reached down to grab his soaking girth, pulling it straight up, and with her other hand, reached behind herself to tug one of her sweaty cheeks out, revealing what the tight valley had hidden before. Surinen stared at the dark bud of flesh in shock, needing a moment to process what it meant. Before he could protest, she had already lowered herself down in one smooth motion, guiding the tip of his member directly into her well-lubricated rear. It went in with ease thanks to its shape, the ring of flesh that opened obligingly tight as a vice around his rigid cock, and once his dark studded head popped past her ring, he could feel the beyond-velvety interior of her backside all around his veiny flesh as she took in more and more by simply lowering herself.
	Linda giggled at the sensations she felt from taking his size in, continuing downward with casual ease, her hips shifting left to right to work more and more of him in until every last inch had been taken, and then she began to slowly lift and lower her hips with animalistic, sensual grace. Surinen gasped at the incredible pleasure coursing through his cock as her slippery insides contrasted with the pressure at her entrance. It drove him mad, seriously mad, and all control was gone. No, he definitely was not ready.
	He grabbed her by the hips, unable to resist any longer, starting to thrust up into her wonderful rump every time she started to rise for the next slide back down. He groaned every time his tip brushed into more of her hot walls, humping from below with reckless abandon. He pounded her ass, his dangly nuts slapping into her quivering, wet heat at the apex of each thrust. Strange noises he did not know he could make began to come out of his mouth, vague attempts at words of lust and praise for her body, voiced as eloquently as he could manage.
	He fucked her backside like that, delighting every time he forced her bud to clench around him with pleasure from his wanton force and the weight of his manhood inside of her. Confidence welled up in him again, feeling he had recovered enough from the foreplay and surprise to surely satisfy her. Sweat was dripping down every inch of her skin, and muscles throughout her body tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed every time he hilted in her with wet slurches of her tightness being penetrated over and over. And then she looked over her shoulder at him, and Surinen saw her bedroomy, calm eyes, and then that same impenetrable smile on her lips as her raven locks bounced upwards, and –
	It came without warning. He had not even felt the tingles of nearing climax. The sheer heat boiling through his cock as he railed her had concealed any such sensations, and then it was too late to stop the molten liquid from flowing. His back arched, lifting her light form up and keeping it lifted, every last inch of him buried inside of her as rope after rope of blue-white splashed into her. He was lost in intense bliss, drool running from his mouth as his shaft spasmed uncontrollably with more and more seed for her rear. It was so wrong, and yet so right. Splurch, splurch, splurch.
	When he finally came down, he thought he was more sore and tired than even after the battle with the Ammit. Linda continued grinding around his member for a few moments, torturing him in his hypersensitive phase, his semen sloshing around deep inside, until at last she lifted off, her ring of flesh as tight and healthy as ever, only a single dense strand of cum stretching from his tip to between her cheeks as she rose to her feet. Surinen stared at her beautiful form as his member slackened, spent in ways he never knew he could be before.
	“Well, then,” Linda said, running fingers through her long hair to straighten it out. “That was pleasant. You do have so much to learn. But fear not. A dragon’s gratitude lasts for lifetimes. There will be plenty of time for further lessons, later.” The smirk on her face remained unchanged as she turned to the lake and dove in with ideal form, vanishing from his sight, and leaving him to pant for air.
	Surinen laid an arm across his hot forehead, feeling, more than just quite thoroughly satisfied, disappointed in himself.


	After taking a second to rest, he rose to his feet, washed himself in the lake, and headed back up the tunnels. As he passed by the fork that led to the main entrance of the cavern, footsteps caused him to turn and see who it was. A thoroughly sodden green kobold and blonde, red-scaled dragongirl came marching in out of the dusky rain to throw off their soaking apparel.
	“What the hell? Where did all that fucking rain come from? It was sunny!” Grill hissed in anger, kicking a rock that went bouncing around the curved rock walls.
	“Maybe Linda was upset about something,” Simmerscale, the kobold, said, patting her much larger friend on the tail and sneaking in a quick squeeze of her backside, ducking the powerful backhand that came in her direction. She turned to Suri, tilting her head at the sight of him wet and nude. “You also get caught in the rain?”
	He glanced out at the shady skies, shrugging. “I guess you could say that.”