Ballok's long slithering tongue darted out tasting the moist flesh between her legs. It probed about with a mind of its own, flicking the bit that protruded. His willing meal to his wanton appetites moaned in pleasure. No reason she can't enjoy this, he observed. Most do. With that he inserted his thick, pronged mouth muscle into her like a sword into its sheath. He'd been told a dragon's tongue was at least the girth of a large man's penis and twice the length. Ballok was careful not to let his razor-sharp teeth press into her warm flesh as he tasted her insides. Can a human penis do this? he wondered as the forked tip twitched about inside her warm canal.
Prell shook violently as he probed her from within. He knew from experience that this was, in fact, a good thing. She was enjoying this taste testing with moans and groans as she gripped the doe-skin rug between her dainty fingers. She climaxed once, before he withdrew his dripping muscle.
He smiled as only a dragon can when she looked up from her sweaty love-fever. "Please, Lord. More."
"Now it is your turn to please me." He rolled to his side exposing his pale underbelly, and from a slit between his legs his dragonhood emerged: a barbed, throbbing cock the size of a stallion's. Angry and red it wagged at her as he shifted his hips. "Come, now you shall taste me."
Prell crawled on her hands and knees over to the waiting meat. She wrapped her fingers around the girth of the shaft, her fingers barely interlaced. With great skill she licked up and down the length of his fist-sized head. His shoulders sagged as he inhaled, Pleasure indeed. Quietly she continued her task. Ballok's eyes went wide as saucers when he felt her engulf the tip entirely. It was amazing and he had not seen a woman in a decade manage it. She could barely fit it, but still managed to work the massive lump into her an inch or two. Somehow she managed to get her own tongue around it to slightly lick the shaft, just barely.
Ballok felt himself edge toward release. His hot ejaculate would scald her throat and he did not care. He allowed himself to fill her mouth with a portion of his dragon-seed. She took it in stride before pulling away to wipe a bit off her lips. She grinned greedily.
"How?" he asked.
"I have practiced with hot teas. I can feel your warmth in my belly. It was delicious."
The young dragon bellowed with laughter loudly, "Time for the main course then!"
Prell nodded and asked, "Front or back?"
"Down, on all fours," the hulking dragon commanded. She assumed the position on the doe-skin rug, firm ass sweetly in the air, beckoning his thick dragonhood. He knew now would be the moment of truth, so few survived the pairing. Ballok moved forward, his towering form surrounding her like the legs of a table. Gently, he pressed the head of his monstrous cock against her wet lips.
She braced against it, "Slowly my Lord. I can take it, but slowly."
Ballok slid into her like an overstretched glove. He could barely fit more than a foot of the three foot shaft into her. He sat there for a moment enjoying the warmth of her around him. Then he began to slowly sway back and forth, never pulling his head out of her. It was barbed and his delightful little fish was stuck to his hook. Undoubtedly, she had practiced with a large marble phallus, lest his massive dragonhood split her open. It was a trade secret of the Temple.
She groaned in ecstasy as he pumped into her over and over. Prell rode his dragon cock like no one had in a half a century. Her meaty buttocks rubbing him well along the shaft. "Yes, my Lord. Yes!" she screamed.
Ballok roared as his scalding liquid burst into her waiting canal. He filled her entirely with his dragon seed beyond any human's capacity to maintain. It oozed out of her and onto him and the doe-skin rug. She panted as she pulled away. To his surprise, she immediately began licking him clean, consuming every drop of his fluid.
He rolled to his side, "Come here woman. I shall keep you for the month."
Prell smiled as she pressed up to him as best a human could cuddle with a dragon, "Thank you lord, I am grateful to service you and even more grateful to have lived."
"Yes," Ballok nodded, "Skath! Bring me a goat before I get too hungry and eat this one."