Toofy Ch. 11

She shook her head, "Not deep. Toofy isn't hurt. Kill him for her. Kill that fucking kitty!"

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Meerakeilian snuggled down into the hot coals, letting her scales lift up gently, as the lazy heat penetrated into her skin. Relaxing her as she ran her eyes over the progress of her sculpture.

She had several interruptions so far, unable to monopolise the man for the sake of artistic endeavour, but she didn't mind. She was used to working under such conditions.

She could, probably, be continuing to work on it.

However, she had made considerable progress. She could afford to let it lie for a short while, as she daydreamed about crushing the cat's skull between her claws.

Sucking the brain out of the ruins, slurping the marrow from the bones of her fallen enemy. Pop the eye balls in her mouth, and shred the fucking fur of that bitch of a neko.

Her cooked tail would be repaid upon that creature as if the gods themselves had moved beyond the gate, rejoined mortal kind, and unleashed the wrath of the entire pantheon upon a singular individual.

Black smoke lazily emerged from her drooling mouth as she daydreamed about the taste of roasting cat flesh.

She was so lost in her fantasy that she was surprised when she felt a soft hand run along her side. Scales gently closing and re-raising at the passing of his fingers.

She lazily rolled onto her side, looking at the naked human somehow joining her on her hot bed of coals. His green eyes ran along her, and quickly fixated between her legs.

She rolled her eyes, and shifted, lifting up one of her knees and showing him that she did have something vaguely reminiscent of what he might be expecting to find.

Meerakeilian smiled at the way he lustfully lit up. Appreciating her beauty, desiring her.

"If I chose to take you now, as if you were already my concubine, what could I expect?" He asked hesitantly, "Pulling the cat's ears was a mistake."

The salamander snorted, showing her teeth, "Cats are... Fragile. Fighting is the way. Teeth, claws, scars."

"You have no scars." He said, examining her, "None that I can see."

"You would give the first. Give yourself. Give everything." She snarled, trying to spell it out to him. That if he tried to put anything inside her, she would own him.

He put a hand to her soft belly, where she had no scales, and smiled softly, "I'm quite certain someone would demand your death if you were to scar me. Yet, taking something like you without the teeth and claws feels... Wrong."

"Not burn. Not burn." She growled, confused as to whether she could even scar his flesh. He felt soft like a human, he looked and smelled like one, but she didn't believe that he was.

He shrugged, refusing to detail what he could or could not do.

Being appreciated by someone as powerful as him was intensely desirable to her. Especially as she would soon be taking some of his power and using it to kill the cat.

She reached down to her incredibly tight and tiny snatch, spreading it so he could see the moistness. Making her desire clear, without having to resort to his infuriating language.

She growled deeply.

He rolled her flat onto her back, a hand caressing her cheek. She had been trained to accept this position, by the temple.

It was one, not of deference, but of control. From here, she could control his lust, his appetites. Ensure that all of his attention was on her, and satisfying her hunger.

She did not know if she could stop herself from biting him, clawing at him. This would be her first time, and passions would be intense.

However, she would try.

If she could allow him to appreciate her body in this way, then he would more than repay her. In power and gold and silver.

The dragonkind woman moaned excitedly as she felt something pushing against her entrance.

She wanted this.

She could feel her internals, behind the entrance, drawing up and out of the way so that he could pierce into her. Smell it as she began to emit the gas that would soften her eggs for his attention.

Not that she had any intention of letting him fertilise her.

She scales chattered, glowing with an intense internal heat as the fire in her gut began to burn brighter. Heating her up to an intensity that would cause her to char wood.

She had learned from experience, a salamander cannot masturbate whilst lying on human bedding. That was just a pile of ash, waiting to happen.

His eyes had changed, again.

Sometimes they were a bright green, sometimes a dark blue. Right now, they were a soft hazel, and gazing at her with adoration, as he forced himself to fit inside her.

Meerakeilian made no sign of the pain as she felt herself stretch out around him. Just watched his beautiful smooth-shaven face, as he struggled with the sensations of her.

The dragongirl waited until the head was inside her, before she flipped them both over with a lazy flick of her muscular tail. She grinned as she saw a hint of irritation in his eyes.

She focused, and then shoved her hips downwards. Grunting as he filled her, completely. She had expected it to be tight, but he was generously proportioned.

Meerakeilian let out a soft little moan as she lifted, and then dropped, her cloaca along his shaft. Her mucous clinging to him and helping her get some movement.

White smoke poured from her mouth as her hands found his solid chest, and she began to really ride his firmness. Hissing and flicking her tongue at the air with each stroke.

He strained every part of her, on every movement. Whilst her kind were known for wanton destruction, the males were the laughing stock of all women.

She could feel every twitch and flex. Feel every vein as it swelled, from inside her tiny cloaca.

It had her salivating to bite him.

To turn this into the fight that she was craving. She wanted to pin him down, as she rode him. Hard and fast.

Meerakeilian groaned as she felt him approaching completion. She flexed herself, drawing her eggs away from his precious seed, as it began to burst inside her.

She let a low and content trilling noise, leaning down onto him. Tracing her teeth against his cheek.

The man pushed her aside, standing up and walked over to her art. "Mmm. It is a good likeness. Shall we get back to work, before my eunuchs come to embarrass us?"

"Not understanding the word. The word." She yawned, and then slivered from her bed, tossing a coal into her mouth as she did.

Her claws, again, began to peel away at the wood.

"If you get pregnant, I'll have to kill you." He mused, as he retook his stance.

She snorted in amusement, "Dragonkind choose. Choose alone. Always, choose alone."

"You would not wish to see a salamander hybrid upon the throne, one day?" He asked her curiously.

She snarled, "Have to kill. Own more. Not want."

"Hmm. I suppose an emperor salamander would be a threat to the rest of your race. Our hard-won peace would end."

There was another reason that Meerakeilian was snarling and growling at this emperor. He may have finished, even depositing his precious seed inside her... But he hadn't allowed her the same.

Though, it had been her first time.

Her parts were burning, soothed only by what he had given her. Perhaps, if she convinced him to try again, she would be able to have the same.

That made her smile.

Imagining what he would do if she burst into flames, with a loud cry, whilst still astride him.

Her heavy tail scraped the ground excitedly.