Yukino let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into Alistair's shoulders. As he flicked his tongue against her sensitive tip, her whole body trembled.
"Alistair, don't bite..." she breathed, though she arched her back to give him better access.
"Then don't hold me so tight," he teased muffledly. He moved to her other breast, swirling his tongue around the areola. The cool sensation of her skin contrasted with the heat rising in his own body.
"Do you want me to help you?" Yukino whispered into his ear, her warm breath tickling him. She licked his earlobe, her hand sliding down to the massive bulge in his trousers. The 'Lava Dragon' between his legs was throbbing, radiating heat like a furnace.
"So hot," she whispered, reaching inside to stroke the iron-hard length. She remembered how big it had been when he was in dragon form, and a mix of fear and intense anticipation flooded her.
Rip!
Alistair didn't wait. He tore through her skirt with a surge of draconic strength. "I'll buy you a new one," he growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck and leaving a trail of dark red hickeys.
He pushed his pants down, letting his cock spring free. It slapped against Yukino's thigh, the sheer heat of it making her dizzy. Alistair stripped off his own shirt and lay back on the sofa. "Get on top, Yukino."
She understood. She climbed over him, positioning herself in a '69' stance. She lowered her head, her small mouth stretching to take in the purple head of his cock. She swallowed the pre-cum greedily.
Meanwhile, Alistair looked at her smooth, hairless mound. He parted her folds with his fingers. She was already soaking, a clear nectar dripping onto the sofa cushions. He leaned up and pressed his mouth against her.
His tongue darted into her wet, tight channel. Yukino stiffened, her internal muscles clenching around his tongue as if trying to pull him deeper. A fresh stream of sweet, chilled nectar flowed into his mouth, tasting as pure as mountain snow.