Heart of the Mountain

His heart hammered as he waited for the conclusion, but much like his orgasm, it never came. Instead, she smiled at him, her gaze lurid and intense. With a start, Iden realized that he was letting her play him like a fiddle again. Her resonating voice was so captivating, her touch so distracting. Just like during their first encounter, she had turned the tables on him so easily. His pride commanded him to take action.

Iden rose up from his reclining position, Isabelle releasing him from her grasp, seemingly surprised by his change in demeanor. She watched him curiously as he knelt between her parted thighs, then turned to face her, her head cocked like a curious dog.

Now he could get a good look at her in this new form, somewhere between the familiar figure of a woman, and the strange features of a dragon. The blue scales had indeed blanketed her whole body, save for what would become her underbelly was she to complete her transformation. The off-brown scales covered her neck below the jaw, her chest, and her belly. The mosaic ran along her inner thighs, and down her long tail. He had expected her to be more serpentine in appearance, but she had not lost the wide hips and the pinched waist that he found so alluring. Now they were even wider, even fuller, the hourglass figure that Isabelle had sported in her human form even more exaggerated.

Her thighs were as thick around as her torso had once been, her hips wider than the span of his shoulders. She was far more muscular now, she would have to be in order to move the weight of her new body around, and yet she had expanded in other ways too.

She had filled out, not only her breasts growing plump and heavy, but everywhere else that her fat collected. He could see the way that the round cheeks of her rump spread across the sheets where she sat, a subtle belly overhanging her waistline to give her a softness that lit a fire in him. She was an avatar of fertility, a Goddess, and her draconic features did nothing to detract from that.

Iden straddled her chubby tail, so thick around that it made an admirable seat, feeling Isabelle's muscles tense beneath him. He planted his hands on her thighs, feeling them sink into her flesh, and he pushed them apart as the dragoness watched from what felt like miles away.

Between her legs was nestled a pair of thick, swollen lips, coated in the same scaly skin that was present on her belly and thighs. She was drooling, strands of her clear, glistening excitement leaking from her loins like nectar from a flower. He glanced up at her face, not needing to communicate his intentions. She couldn't blush through those armored scales, but her expression betrayed her desire, twin plumes of smoke rising from her nostrils as she sighed.

"Is this an act of reciprocation, or one of rebellion?" she asked. She brought a hand to her mouth, chewing idly on one of her sharp claws, her eyelids drooping as Iden leaned down between her legs. "Either way, I hope that you'll take your time. Savor me, little warrior..."

Iden parted her lips with his fingers, revealing the delicate, pink flesh within. Her labia were already slippery, thick and fleshy, her mound so invitingly smooth. Her vulva dripped, the sheen of anticipation that soaked it shining in the dim light of the cave. Her anatomy was scarcely different from that of her human form, save for its size, all of her features taking on exaggerated proportions. There were still folds of what looked like pleated satin, her firm bud engorged and needy, her opening seeming to twitch in invitation.

Instead of diving right in, he took a moment to admire her thighs. He slid a hand from her knee to her hip, enjoying the way that his fingers created an indent in her yielding flesh. She was so large and strong, yet she trembled just as a normal woman would, her silken scales no less sensitive than human skin.

Her size still amazed him. When one imagined a nine-foot-tall person, they generally didn't picture what was necessary to hold that person aloft. Isabelle was no beanstalk, her thighs were as thick around as tree trunks, packed with muscle that dimpled her fat. There was more strength in her core than Iden could muster in his entire body, and there were no doubt bulging abs lurking beneath her plump stomach. Her flared hips were wide enough that she could have strapped a forty-pound cannonball about her belly and carried it without breaking stride.

He pressed his lips against the mosaic of her reptilian hide, mouthing and kissing her inner thigh, his tongue able to pick out the texture of her skin more easily than his fingers. He crawled slowly up towards her sex, feeling her long tail twitch and shift along with her legs. She gasped when he delivered a gentle bite where her leg joined to her hip, the sudden motion making her hanging breasts wobble.

He poised over her lips, swollen and needy, his warm breath enough to make her shiver. There was a feminine scent beneath her smoky odor that urged him onward, musky and intoxicating, his mouth beginning to water despite himself.

Isabelle struggled to keep herself from bucking against his face as he dragged his tongue between her labia, tracing the delicate folds of her sex, fever-hot and slick with her nectar. There was so much of it, it had the consistency of syrup, and it clung to his chin in a sagging web as he roamed up towards her engorged clitoris. Due to her new stature, it was about the size of a marble, Iden giving it a tentative lick. Its surface was smooth and firm, Isabelle lurching at his touch, her clawed fingers piercing the sheets beneath her. The tremor made all of the soft parts of massive body shake, a sigh escaping her lips along with a plume of black smoke that rose lazily towards the domed ceiling.

Iden gave her a satisfied smile. Now it was her turn to appreciate the journey, as she had put it. He resumed his lapping, painting her loins with his tongue, tracing every detail of her vulva as he roamed from top to bottom. He paused to plant sucking kisses on her thighs and mound, keeping her on edge, his pace slow and doting. She seemed to enjoy it when he probed her winking opening, sliding his tongue inside her, feeling the pillowy walls of her insides narrow around him as if trying to pluck it from his head. He could feel her muscles undulating beyond her silken walls, coated in a slimy layer of her viscous juices. He intentionally skirted her sweet spot, avoiding her swollen clitoris until she could take it no longer, her wide hips bumping against his face in encouragement.

He finally relented, pressing his lips around her bud, sucking it into his mouth and out from beneath its hood of scaly skin. She loosed a rumbling growl as he swirled his tongue around it, pinching it gently between his lips, applying more pressure as he dragged the flat of his tongue across its rounded surface. Isabelle was overcome, one of her hands rushing down to delve into his hair, pressing him deeper into her loins as he polished her protrusion.

Her juices escaped his lips and dangled from his chin in strands, sticking to his face, Isabelle growing more excited the longer he kept it up. He was far too aroused to care, too engrossed in what he was doing, the warm slime linking his lips to hers in thick ropes that drooped to the sheets below. She leaned back, almost prone on their makeshift bed, her fluids leaking between her cheeks and pooling on the base of her fat tail.

Somehow, he felt a burning desire to please her. Whether it was because of the haze of arousal that was hanging over his brain, or because he was starting to enjoy Isabelle's company a little more than he'd like to admit, he wasn't quite sure. All he knew was that she tasted wonderful, that her every twitch and gasp was gratifying in a way that he had seldom experienced before.

Isabelle began to grind her hips against his face, as if lost in a trance, Iden matching pace with her as she thrust her sopping loins against his tongue. He stood no chance of getting his arms around her thick thighs, and so he took handfuls of her soft flesh wherever he could, feeling it fill his palms like putty. He sank his fingers into her belly, taking hold of the subtle roll of fat that overhung her waistline, finding purchase lest she throw him off her with her increasingly impassioned writhing.

His other hand snuck beneath her rump, weighing one of her cheeks, finding it as warm and as soft as freshly baked dough. Her flesh spilled over his hand, engulfing it completely, Iden feeling taut muscle beneath it. Isabelle tightened her grip on his long hair, pulling it, stinging his scalp as she tried to drag him closer. He didn't mind the sensation, it was rather pleasant, and he upped his tempo in response.

Iden teased her with flurries of licks, and slow, tormenting kisses. She was feverishly warm, so much so that he could feel her heat on his lips when he pulled away to catch his breath. He watched her entrance twitch for a moment, a blob of her fluid seeping from the hole, and then he filled it with a pair of fingers. Immediately, he felt her passage clamp down on him like a pair of blacksmith's tongs, undulating in waves that sought to drag his digits deeper inside her. She loosed another rumbling growl, smoke billowing from her snout as she exhaled, her sharp teeth bared in what Iden knew to be a display of appreciation rather than intimidation.

Her tail wriggled beneath him as if it was trying to escape, and he tightened his grip on it, holding it between his legs like he was trying to stay in the saddle of a spooked horse. It was like straddling a giant, powerful snake, her appendage strong enough to lift him off the ground. Her thighs closed around him like the walls of a canyon, pressing him tightly between them, her fat providing enough cushion that she didn't pop his head like a ripe cherry.

He began to move his fingers inside her, pressing them into her flesh, stroking her from within as her muscles fought against him. She was squeezing his digits together so intensely that it almost hurt, the suction that it created drawing on him like a mouth, his skin already soaked in her slippery essence. He couldn't tell if the texture of her tunnel was any different than that of her human form, but it was certainly stronger, her contractions coming hard and fast.

Iden dragged his tongue up her vulva, feeling her tighten around his fingers as it glanced her clitoris, the massive mounds of her breasts shaking as she took in a sharp breath. He sealed his lips around it, battering it with licks, circling the nub of swollen flesh as she exhaled another cloud of acrid smoke.

She was close, he could feel it in the way that she was clenching around him. Her long spine rose off the ground, the tip of her tail lashing back and forth behind him, her claws tearing into the luxurious fabrics that made up the bed and shredding them like paper.

One final stroke pushed her over the edge, her muscles seizing, every soft part of her body quivering with the effort as she began to quake. Iden was alarmed to see her exhale a jet of a flame from her mouth, temporarily lighting up the dim cave.

Fluid splashed his face as it was forced from her loins by her violent spasming, Iden struggling to withdraw his fingers for fear that she would crush them, trying and failing to wipe away the goo that clung to his lips as she writhed on the bed. Her tail curled into a spiral, her clawed toes digging into the sheets, her body contorting beautifully as Iden knelt between her thighs and watched her ride out the wracking pangs of her ecstasy.

Slowly, gradually, she seemed to sink back into the bed. There were a few errant tremors, aftershocks making her buck into the air fruitlessly, and then she lay still. Her ample chest rose and fell softly, one of her hands sneaking down to rub her dripping loins with a padded finger, her muscles relaxing as she eased out the last shudders of her orgasm. Iden stopped just short of asking her if she was okay, he had never seen someone shoot fire when they climaxed before.

"So much for taking things slow," she muttered, a trail of smoke leaking from her jaws like the tobacco fumes from a pipe. It was oddly apt, like the wisps of smoke that still rose from the smoldering ruins of a house the morning after it had burned down. She propped herself up on her elbows, swaying drunkenly, her glowing eyes unfocused. She reached down and scooped a glob of her come from his cheek, watching it dangle from her claw, her tongue leaving her mouth to wet her scaly lips lasciviously.

Iden felt her tail begin to creep around him, trapping his arms at sides before he had a chance to react, long and thick enough that it could encompass him entirely from his chest to his belly. It squeezed the breath out of his lungs, Iden gasping as she effortlessly pulled him to his feet. What remained of his shredded leggings fell away to leave him nude, Isabelle rising to her knees and shuffling closer to him. Even while kneeling, she was at head height to him, her snout drawing closer to press into the nape of his neck.

She opened her mouth, her soft lips brushing his skin, and Iden felt her teeth press into his neck. An involuntary shiver passed through him, his legs going weak, his member still at full mast. He couldn't believe that it had taken such a short amount of time for Isabelle to completely change his reaction to having a beast's slavering jaws pressing against his vulnerable throat.

"That quick tongue of yours has gotten you into trouble once again," she cooed, giving him another squeeze as if to illustrate her point. "It looks like you'll have to be restrained if my lesson in...restraint...is to continue."

She sat on the extravagant nest in front of him, bringing her head down on her flexible neck so that her lips were level with his erection. Iden got a good view of her four gnarled horns and the sharp bristles that had replaced her hair in the process. They began just above her brow, covering the top of her skull and trailing down her spine in a neat row.

He felt her warm breath on his glans, Isabelle glancing up at him with her fiery eyes. She pursed her lips and blew a smoke ring, Iden watching it as it made its way down his shaft, dissipating when it reached his belly. It wasn't exactly the most erotic form of foreplay, perhaps it was more of a dragon thing, but the implication had his member bobbing in the air. He remembered her tongue, how impossibly long and flexible it was. What would it feel like to have it coiled around his length?

She opened her jaws, her rows of white teeth flashing, as sharp as knives. Her saliva dripped from her scaly lips, her hands gripping his thighs. His instinct was to recoil, but she had him tightly bound, suspending him high enough that he had to stand on his toes. His apprehension was soon replaced by a surge of pleasure, however. Her tongue slithered out of her mouth, brushing the tip of his erection, like wet silk as it grazed his sensitive flesh.

He rolled his head back, her merest touch enough to make him tremble in his current state. The long organ wound its way around his shaft, slick and wet, coating him in a sheen of bubbling drool. It was so incredibly dexterous, she could probably have tied it onto a bow if she had wanted to. It crept slowly along his length until it had encompassed him entirely, the tapered tip sneaking down to lap at his balls. Even then, she had length to spare, her burning eyes gazing up at him as he looked down over the blue coils of her tail.

It felt like he was hilted inside a warm, sopping vagina, but Isabelle had far more control over her tongue than any mortal woman had over her loins. She began to squeeze and stroke, spiraling it around his length, the layer of slippery saliva making it glide against his skin. Her tail had been one thing, soft and chubby, swirling about his length as it alternated its tightness and speed to keep him on his toes. But this was even more intense, the feeling of her hot, wet muscle enclosing him making his knees go weak. It was a good job that she was holding him aloft, or he might have fallen over.

He had been worried about her sharp teeth, but as she leaned closer, he felt her lips purse around his exposed glans. They were so full and soft, sealing around the head of his cock, her scales as flush as varnished wood. She was very careful, keeping her fangs clear. She began to suck gently, applying pressure, even as her winding tongue kept up its maddening stroking. Its tip drew shapes on his balls, making him buck and flinch, his shaft swelling in her grasp. He had been hard for so long, his member was aching, sore. The soothing caress of her satin flesh was like a healing balm.

Her stroking and squeezing intensified, Isabelle upping her pace, her organ squirming around him like some kind of giant eel. Strands of her saliva broke to fall to the floor below, a drooping web of it hanging from her jaw. It almost looked like melting glass, viscous and glistening. Iden wanted to reach down and grip her horns for purchase, but even if she hadn't been restraining him, it would have been a bad idea. Her quills looked sharp enough to pierce his flesh easily, it was probably safer to keep clear of them.

She drew on his tender glans with her puffy lips, her tongue glazing his shaft with warm slime, the tightness of its grip on him alternating at random. She squeezed tightly to send a jolt of ecstasy crawling up his spine, and then loosened her hold on him again, moving the thick coils of her tongue up and down his cock like he was being stroked by a hand.

His every nerve was aflame with pleasure, turning his brain to soup, there was too much stimulation for him to keep track of. His focus bounced from one sensation to the next, each one new and stark, Iden never knowing what would come next. It was rapturous, he felt like everything below his waist was melting, everything muddling together to make him squirm and thrust impotently. Another orgasm was looming, this one so promising to be so powerful, so intense that he was almost afraid of it. He didn't know if he could stand it, what it would do him. Isabelle had been so adamant that he shouldn't restrain his emotions, and yet he didn't know if he wanted her to see him in the throes of ecstasy, completely exposed and vulnerable.

A groan escaped his lips as he felt her tongue withdraw, sucking back up into her mouth, her lips curling into a wry smile as she denied him his third orgasm in a row. He was going to lose his mind at this rate. He hadn't really considered the implication when she had told him that she could keep this going from sundown to sunset, but now the prospect was all too real.

"Don't fret," she said, sensing that his frustration was reaching its zenith. "I have just one more thing that I want to show you..."

She lifted her breasts from beneath, large enough that even in her scaly hands, they sagged over her palms like balls of melting wax. There was just so much flesh, wobbling and shaking as they moved, Isabelle pressing them tightly together to create cleavage deep enough that he could have thrust his arm inside it up to the shoulder. They were covered in the fine, beige scales, the rougher blue ones just barely creeping around their extremities to either side. A pair of pink nipples protruded between the scales, firm and erect.

She brought them towards him, sliding his member between them, the thick layer of saliva that still clung to his shaft making her contact slippery. She squeezed them more tightly, their sheer weight pressing down on him, her skin as soft as satin. As she pushed his pulsing member deeper inside the reaches of her warm bosom, her breasts pressed up against his hips, molding around them due to their exaggerated size. He could feel her hard nipples pressing into his skin, Isabelle beginning to slowly rock her shoulders back and forth.