Summoning Grima

The door of your private chambers nearly blows off it’s hinges, as the tempestuous and violent ‘hero’ calling herself Grima bursts her way inside.

“Kiran.” She spits your name as if it was venomous, “You unsightly worm. How dare you send a being of such superiority as I on mere raids and skirmishes?” Her pigtails swing and bounce in time with her footsteps as she approaches and shoves you roughly in the chest. “Do you think to humiliate me?”

“Well, levelling, grinding for resources, all sorts of-“

“Silence!” She cuts your words away, a dragons roar behind her words. “These words mean nothing to me.”

“Uh… to protect the realm?”

That one seems to at least mean something to her, even if her response is a haughty sneer. “Pah!” She laughs, “’To protect the realm’.” She repeats in a nasal, mocking tone. “You don’t care to protect those worms, crawling through the mud and filth!” She pokes your chest, “You have other things in mind. Don’t you?”

“I mean…?”

Grima’s grin turns sadistic, “How about you stop pretending to be so selfless and tell me what you really wish for? Hm?” She pushes you in the chest again, launching you backwards onto your bed, before her hand grabs roughly, but not painfully at your crotch, squeezing… “Perhaps I can grant it?”

“I- erm- re-really like you, I think you’re pretty, a-and delightful, and adorable and-and you’re-“

Grima rolls her eyes, “Silence, worm.” She clambers up on the bed and takes a seat directly on your face, hiking up her skirts to reveal the bare skin underneath, a short, neatly trimmed set of hair over her adorably puffy vulva, her ass soft, yet plump as it nearly blocks your vision, “Just… succumb to your physical desires, you don’t need to try and woo me with honeyed lies, just merely attempt to pay me back for my efforts.”

You swallow, before grabbing at her thighs and taking to licking her pussy obediently, the neat, cute little slit as sweet as sugar to your taste, the body of the tactician Robin certainly has it’s delights, though Grima… Grima somehow makes it even more delightful.

She’s just so damned delicious. You gulp and lap, drinking from the seemingly unending juices that spring forth from the dragons Avatar.

In the meantime, she’s freed your cock from your trousers, pumping it… with a soft, mild pace, merely teasing you along, certainly in no hurry to see you cum any time soon, she’s playing with you, in all senses of the words.

“I suppose…” She muses, as you kiss and suck and lap away, “That if you truly impress me, I might even be willing to suffer your presence, as some sort of servant.” She slows her hand, humming an appreciation of your eager efforts.

Lifting your hands a little more, you use them to squeeze and grope her delightfully soft ass, kneading the cheeks in your fingers, the muscles underneath all the giving cushion still quite firm.

She yelps as you move your mouth, pressing it against her other hole, daring to press it past her flawless, darker pucker, revelling in the intimacy of it, as you take one hand and put it to her clit, strumming her sensitive button as you suck and tongue at her back door.

“O-h~oh~” She moans, “Quite the impassioned little pervert, aren’t you?” She asks. “I suppose someone willing to debase themselves like that deserves… a little more of a- hah~ a treat!” She burns her clothes away with dark magic and lays down over you, taking your cock and squeezing it between her wonderfully soft tits, massaging it gently between the flesh that’s as soft and smooth as butter, her mouth working gently at your tip, teasing divine pleasures out of you.

“Fuck that’s good.” You moan, bucking your hips lightly into her titjob, the slightest break in your worship of her nethers.

“You should feel special, worm.” She purrs, “You’re the only stinking human I’ve ever cared to deign this treat on, so count your blessings… and don’t annoy me, or I’ll incinerate you.”

“Of course not, Grima.” You moan, enjoying watching her wriggle as you return your attentions to her neglected snatch, sliding a finger in her ass and pumping deeply, “I- mphhmham-”

Your words are muffled by her pressing back onto your tongue, smushing your face into the mattress, as she lets out another adorable moan, your cock twitching between her tits as you both reach your peaks-

She squirts, hard, all over your face, the flavour indescribably delicious, while you cum, crassly streaking her face and chest with hot, white ropes of cum, pulsing and pulsing hot dribbles all down her front, until she seals her mouth over the tip and drinks from you like you’re a damn fountain, swallow after swallow, until you’re done.

And then she seems to be done.

“There.” She huffs, rolling off of you and scooping your seed up. “I’ve fulfilled your carnal desires, so-“

You quiet her as you spin and climb on top of her, pressing a kiss to her lips, pressing her down into the mattress, hands finding her hips.

“What are you-“ She manages to protest as you come up for air, before kissing her again.

“I love you, Grima.” You vow when you come up for air, “You’re… you’re wonderful, confident, powerful, cunning and fucking fantastically sexy.” You bring a hand of hers to your lips and kiss, “I’d love nothing more than for you to be my woman.”

Her eyes wide the entire time you were professing that truth, a pink flush rising in her cheeks. “Th-that! That’s what you desired?” She asks, “I thought you just wanted your way with this Avatars’ bod-yyyyyy?”

Her question turns into a happy squeal as you kiss her neck and suck hard, fully planning on leaving a hickey on the dragon woman.

“But- I’m a monster! Fool! I- I see you as nothing but a- aaaaaah- a pathetic- mas…. Masculine, wise, handsome leader with a…. a wonderful, delicious cock that…. Mmmmmm….” She runs her hands down your back as you squeeze her hips, Grima spreading her legs and lifting them in a tight lock around your hips.

“I-“ She pants, “I want you to fucking breed me.” She pants.

“Really?” She blushes more, looking away, “O-only because I think our children would be powerful, god like beings who could conquer all known realms of reality, idiot… N-not because I want to have a f-family with you.”

You laugh and kiss her again, before you line your cock up with her slick entrance and push into her.

She’s more than ready and willing to accomadate you, after all your attentions earlier, you push in deeply, easily, Grima’s cunt squeezing tight, clinging to your cock, perfectly shaped to you. She’s yours and you’re hers in this moment, as you start to thrust into her, her plush, plump, delicious body jiggling beneath you, the pink glow in her eyes changing in hue, from her malevolent, domineering, powerful stare, to something lighter. Something warmer, condensing in her eyes, until they form pink dots, then shaping into twin, tiny love hearts in the centre of her eyes, staring up at you, mirroring the adoration you have for her.

“Breed me.” She begs, “Plant your seed in me, my summoner, my lover, my Kiran…”

You’re both still incredibly sensitive after round one, neither of you able to hold back…

Her back arches, pressing her belly up against you, while you dig your fingers into her ass and squeeze, as you fuck your essence into her, impregnating the Fell Dragon as she stares at you in utter love and adoration, crying out in unified pleasure, together…

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“Why is the dragon behaving like that?” Panne asked, watching the great beast twist and writhe and moan, seemingly in pleasure above them.

“I dunno.” Cherche mused. “But it’s kind of hot.”

“What!?” The taguel asked, staring at her with a mixture of disgust and disbelief..

“Tell anyone what I said and you’ll never see the sun again.” The dragon rider warned, suddenly coming back to herself.

…..

“Degenerate.”