Embracing Ember Erotically

Your gaze travels down her [if (littleember) {developing|taut}] body, over her [if (littleember) {petite|elegant}] shoulders, across her [if (littleember) {budding|bountiful}] breasts, and to her [if (littleember) {thin|lithe}] legs. You [if (littleember) {could just eat her up|want to take her}] right there and then, but you know that she requires a more discerning approach.

She bristles under your gaze, her scaled arms crossing and [if (littleember) {temporarily denying your view of her delicious chest|squeezing against her chest}]. [if (affection <25) {The look of disdain she gives you is somewhat discouraging, but|Her telltale blush spills all of her secrets, and}] you can tell that she's getting just as aroused as you are.

[say:[if (littleember) {W-}]Well? What are you waiting for? Don't tell me all you're going to do is look. Um, I mean—]

She doesn't get to tell you what she meant, as you claim her [if (littleember) {tiny}] lips for yourself. [if (affection < 25) {Her lack of passion is clear, but you more than make up for it|There's a brief moment of resistance, but you soon have her under your spell}], pressing your tongue inside to dance with hers.

When you finally break the kiss, both of you are panting for breath, and there's no longer any denial of the desire you see burning in her eyes. Ember watches with a light blush as you [if (isnaked) {stretch|strip}] before proceeding to sit down a few paces away from her.

You pat the ground next to you, and she begrudgingly joins you, though at a distance that leaves much to be desired. Not one to be dissuaded, you shift closer, already able to feel the heat coming off of her [if (littleember) {young|tantalizing}] body. You're near enough to touch her, so you do, resting a hand on her knee as she mumbles something you can't quite catch.

But even with the two of you sitting so close, she still seems a bit reserved. You slowly, innocently scoot further towards the [if (littleember) {little}] dragon, but she turns her head and hips to the side, reclining back on her arms and attempting to seem nonchalant. Despite this show of bravado, your hear the sound of her tail lashing with impatience behind her.

You tell her that she's going to have to face you if she wants to keep going.

[say:Well, yeah, duh! I-I know that...] she says with a tremor in her voice. Her blush increases proportionally to the angle of her neck as she slowly, reluctantly turns her head your way. [say:[if (littleember) {But, um... W-What do we do...?|I'm just waiting for you to start.}]}]

You'll gladly take the lead[if (littleember) {, even if you aren't really all that much more mature than her}]. You slowly run your [hands] up her thighs, drawing a shiver from the [if (littleember) {diminutive|haughty}] dragon. Your fingers don't stop their ascent until they linger just outside her entrance. She's still more than wet enough, but you want to properly prep her, so you tenderly run your palm up her mons, massaging her and acclimating her to the contact.

Her breath is heavy now, and her eyes are lidded, though you think if she noticed this latter detail, she'd be pretty flustered. In any case, you think it's time to start, so you [if (singleleg) {[if (isgoo) shift your amorphous body close enough for your crotches to touch|slip your tail under her so that she's straddling you}]|intertwine your legs with hers, pulling her close enough that your pelvises nearly touch.

She makes no complaints, so you take the final plunge pressing your lips to hers at last. A spark immediately runs through you, and you almost pull back, but, mastering your senses, you begin to slowly, gently rub against [if (littleember) {the girl. [if (ischild) {Even though you're the same age, she seems so delicate|Her body is so small}], and you're almost amazed that you even get to touch her like this.|your partner. Her body is so luscious, and you're grateful that you have the opportunity to know her like this.}]

You keep your pace firm, but measured, wanting to enjoy this for as long as possible; Ember seems to appreciate this, though she'd never confirm it, but her seeming lack of reaction only drives you to go further, to love her more thoroughly. And, with one particularly ardent thrust, you manage to draw a sharp gasp from her.

As if to compensate for this, she starts to speak, the false confidence in her voice not fooling anyone. [say:If you think this is enough...] She tries to continue, but she's quite out of breath already, so she just sits there, staring at you almost defiantly.

However, you know exactly what to do, angling your hips so that your [clit] presses directly against hers. Her [if (littleember) {adorable little|[if (roundface) {fiery|draconic}]}] eyes nearly pop out of her head, but this doesn't even compare to her reaction when you start to move. She lets out a [if (littleember) {high-pitched|throaty}] cry and drops her head forward, [if (littleember) {her little horn-nubs poking you lightly|her curved horns inadvertently bumping into you}].

You wrap your arms around her and [if (littleember) {[if (ischild) press your forehead to hers|nuzzle the top of her head}]|kiss her neck}], all the while making sure not to let up your gyration. Your clits now clip each other with each stroke, and it's not long before you can feel yourself growing close. You press into her wanting to feel her heat, her [if (roundface) {soft skin|slick scales}] against you. It's not enough, you [b:need] to be closer, but how can you be when every inch of her is already yours?

But, as you finally crest over your limit, you suddenly feel at peace. She's here with you, and her heaving chest, her trembling legs, her [if (littleember) {little|hot}] gasps, they all blend together, filling you up, chasing every other thought from your head. As your climax sweeps through your body, you hug Ember close, and feel even closer.

[Next]

Your body continues to ebb and pulse for several minutes as you lie there with your draconic lover. Neither of you has any words for the moment, but for that short, indistinct moment there, you were able to find that you didn't need them. Eventually, a cool breeze caresses your hip, and you shiver, awakening from the haze.

Ember turns to look at you as you rise. [if (affection < 25) {She doesn't say anything, but the cute, conflicted frown on her face tells you all you need to know.|[say:I-I, um... [if (affection < 75) {That wasn't so bad|Th-Thanks}]. I wouldn't mind... trying that again sometime...]}] The [if (littleember) {little}] dragon looks away with a blush, apparently not yet ready to get on her feet.

You smile at her as you [if (isnaked) {stretch your sore [if (singleleg) {body|legs}]|get dressed}], and though not another sound passes between you, the silence doesn't feel awkward at all.