For The Whored: Beyond Ch. 44

His mouth trailed down, and he licked her neck. She threw her head back so he could get better access. Sucking and licking, he moved his way down and tugged up her shirt so that he could suck on her nipple while tormenting the other with his fingers. She laid back on the desk and he arched his back as he pumped his hips, harder and harder, his balls smacking her ass. She turned over on her side, twisting and shifting her body. He blinked down at her and grinned. For a while, he thrust into that tight space, with her wrapping one leg around his neck. She turned completely, and he licked his lips.

As she propped up on her elbows, he pulled out and stooped down, licking those soft wet folds. She gasped and grabbed the edge of her desk. In and out he flicked his tongue, before riding it up against her asshole. Up and down, he worked, licking her folds and her asshole, before standing up and burying himself into those dripping folds again. He bent down and licked her neck. Exploding inside, barely able to prevent himself from transforming. Collapsing on top of her, he wrapped one clawed hand around the back of hers. Softly, he licked the back of her neck, even as his dick slipped out of her tight confines.

She was panting heavily, as he worked on the back of her neck. His free hand went to those folds, and he slicked his fingers through. She groaned and laid her forehead on the desk.

The door opened and they looked up as Janet blinked at the pair. "Uhh, you summoned me?"

Elunara swore and tried to buck against Wrathion. "I told you I had work to do."

Wrathion licked his lips. "I should go..."

"You think?" She bucked again. "Get off me."

Wrathion blushed and refused to move from his position. "After she leaves."

Janet closed the door. Licking her lips, she considered the scene she had just witnessed. Working Elunara's types of jobs had been like a dream come true to her. But to know that Elunara was fucking a dragon? She almost wet herself, again. After a moment, Wrathion walked out, unfortunately, dressed and mostly composed. He ignored Janet and headed down the stairs.

"Well, stop gawking and come in."