MAVLYNN
Chariscora Avalanche lounged on her pile of gold in her elfin form and looked down at Mavlynn with a smile that made Mavlynn think she might be the next one on the dinner plate - a large, empty, slightly greasy tray that another maid was taking out of the room as she stepped inside. The dragonness was dressed - if one could be dressed in an outfit that was almost more revealing by its presence than its total absence - in a filmy apron looking gown that draped over her breasts and just barely covered her groin, sprawling across her belly and lightly caressing her thighs. It looked if she moved at all, she'd flash essentially...everything.
"I told you to go ham," she said, her voice dry. "No, wait, that was not exactly my phrasing, now was it? What was it that I said?" She snapped her fingers. "Oh, yes! You are to butcher everyone who even tries to fucking touch you. Rip off their skin, pull their fingers out, gouge out their eyes, grow a cock and skullfuck them for all I care. I note, no skin, no fingers, no eyes, and no cock and worst of all, no skullfucking. You know you can get a dick any time you want, it's in the brochure?"
"I did kill, like...some of them!" Mavlynn said, blushing and wringing her hands.
"You dropped two of the codpiece wearing mooks at the fucking hospital, last time I checked, we were running a dragon clutch not a fucking Salvation's Army," Chariscora said, lifting her arms and resting them above her head as she glowered at Mavlynn.
"Listen, I..." Mavlynn blushed, then lifted her chin. "I confused them."
Chariscora narrowed her eyes at her.
"I confused the enemy! Now, they won't know what to make of us. Since I killed some, and I took some survivors to the hospital. Their intelligence wonks, their pet rogues, are going to be tearing their hair out over this."
"It's true, I would," the cold, female voice of Rouge the Rogue spoke up from behind Mavlynn, causing her to jerk upright and spin around.
"How long have you been there!?" she exclaimed, while Chariscora...started to laugh.
"Confusion! Confusion to the enemy!" she shook her head. "I can't tell if you're the most stupid fucking kobold I've ever owned or the smartest, Mavlynn. Rouge!"
"Ma'am?" Rouge asked.
"Send a gift basket to the streetsknechts, with a card, make my lovely daughter sign it personally," Chariscora said. "Lets really give them something to
chew
on."
"Ma'am," Rouge said, clicking her heels, then turning and walking from the chamber, her shoes making quite a lot of noise for someone who could move so silently. As she vanished, Mavlynn turned back to Chariscora, who had started to stand. Somehow, the curvaceous older woman managed to keep every single part of her covered despite wearing what amounted to a sexy tissue paper. Her feet sent gold coins skittering along the floor as she walked down the pile and grabbed onto Mavlynn's chin, lifting her head up and looking down into her eyes.
She narrowed her eyes slowly. Mavlynn felt like her every particle was being examined, all at once. Chariscora murmured, softly. "Next time, I expect you to follow my orders, kobold." Her voice was soft and poured down Mavlynn's ears like warm chocolate. Mavlynn had never felt lightheaded around another girl until right now - her head swam and her heart thumped in her chest as she tried to nod - whimpering as she felt the iron hard grip of the older dragon holding her in place. Chariscora leaned in. Her lips almost brushed against Mavlynn's. "However...you did do quite a good job...do you want a reward, little kobold?"
"U-uh..." Mavlynn whimpered softly. She couldn't keep it in. "Y-Yes..."
"Of course you fucking do..." Chariscora smirked, then pushed her away, leaving Mavlynn stumbling backwards. Mavlynn felt a bit like someone had smacked her in the face with a fish - and wasn't sure if she was being rejected or- or...or...her eyes widened as Chariscora tossed her covering aside with a casual flick of one hand. Her breasts, full and dark brown, had just enough sag to give her a mature beauty, her nipples achingly hard and tipped with golden rings that glinted and glittered. She sighed as she brushed her hands through her hair as she strode, naked, back to the golden pile. She laid there, turning back to face Mavlynn. Her thighs spread and she gestured down to herself.
Her cunt was entirely on display: A gold ring through her clit, and a well maintained snarl of dark pubic hair leading down towards her sex - a landing strip just waiting for Mavlynn's tongue. Mavlynn felt her throat go dry as she took a step forward, then another, then she was on her knees, her face buried between the dragonness' thighs. She breathed in her musk and her head spun as pleasure burst inside of her brain - white fireworks crackling and quivering. She trembled and let out a soft squeak as she felt her cunt
clenching
on nothing, a tight grip as if she was being impaled. She gasped and panted, then breathed in, another warm hit of feminine scents. She trembled and then mashed her face against the dark brown thigh, feeling the faint folds of stretch mark, wrinkle, and beneath it, hardened msucle. Chariscora laughed huskily.
"I am not playing fair, am I?" she grinned, then snaked her legs around, locking Mavlynn in place with an ankle hooked over ankle. This ended up with Mavlynn's ears squishing against thighs, her face pressed against the warm softness of Chariscora's pussy. She couldn't do anything but
taste
and lick and breathe in - and every breath that she managed to snort in was full of that delicious hazy scent. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Chariscora reached down, stroking her hair. "Do you like the aphrodisiac scent?"
"Mmhmmphmm!" Mavlynn mumbled. A tiny part of her flickered with resentment - a tiny bead that was hidden behind roiling flames of her lust. She didn't need to be
drugged
to enjoy eating a pussy this delicious. Her tongue swept up and down and then thrust in as she felt herself extend and enhance her tongue. Inch by inch, she slid deeper and deeper inside of her dragonness mistress and every inch brought a new blooming of flavor. She closed her eyes and leaned in and that tiny bead of resentment sank beneath the waves of pleasure rocking her brain. She nuzzled into her mistress - and barely heard the door hissing open.
"Hey Mom, I was- hey!"
"Darling, I do love you, but...ah!" Chariscora gasped, and her fingers gripped onto Mavlynn's head, keeping her rooted there just as firmly as her thighs. "Mommy is busy."
"Can I join!?"
Those three words were enough to shock Mavlynn out of her eager licking. She pulled back, but Chariscora didn't let her go - not at first. Her legs tightened more and she groaned huskily - hissing a soft '
ah fuck
' as she quivered, her warm juices spurting along Mavlynn's tongue, sliding down her throat. Only after she had climaxed did she let Mavlynn draw back, head spinning with a need for oxygen and a warm glow of pleasure.
Mavlynn blinked white spots away from her head and saw that Sanditrash had decidedly gotten into the swing of things quickly, having tossed off her shirt and jeans and...yes...grown a rather impressive cock from between her thighs. The massive dick was elfin in shape, but she had thrown in a knot just for the hell of it, it seemed. However, as she took a step forward, Chariscora lifted her hand and said: "No."
"No!?" Sand squeaked. "But-"
Her hand swept down to her cock. Mavlynn's brain was currently so full of dragon pheremones that she was already starting to crawl forward - which is why Chariscora reached out, took a hold of her head, then brought her back to her thigh. There, Mavlynn kissed her skin, nuzzling her deliciousness as she murmured softly.
"Hey..." she whispered.
Chariscora talked over her head. "Whose name was on the check buying this kobold again? Hmm? Was it Sanditrash Avalanche?"
"Well, but-"
"Was it, honey?" Chariscora asked.
