>>5351080>>5351093>20You pull her body to yours, taking handfuls of her soft, scaleless skin and kneading at it. She gasps, first in fear and increasingly with a more lascivious bent at your attentions—even at the pricking of your sharp talons through her clothing.
“I shouldn’t…”
“You have no duty,” you remind her, “but to your Dragon King.”
There is a pause that feels almost eternal, as you feel her body tense up—to retaliate? to flee?—but then she instead belts into you, her mammalian chest-glands and their lusciously-squishy confines pressed to you where you are most sensitive, and her hands reach to tentatively touch your thighs… And then move inward.
There are no more words, but both of you find uses for your mouths. So too do you find uses for the chain which yet binds her, but when you lose grip of it in the throes of passion, the throes do not cease—the one called Davora moves on her own, caught up in this bizarre and forbidden coupling.
A frequent refrain, perhaps predictably given your dimensions relative to her own race’s, is:
“S-so big!”
For your part, you have never felt anything like this dwarf. Well… You’ve only mated one other time, you suppose. The sensation is different—less complex than the interior of your one-time insectoid mate, Glowie, but very… Snug. And such heat! ‘Warm-blooded’ is no misnomer!
In the end, you…
>Take your full pleasure—what are the chances you can impregnate a dwarf?>Use caution to avoid siring any accidental heirsAnd thereafter you…
>Spend your rest in the dwarf-woman’s companionship, savouring your body-warmth [+affection]>Wash yourself urgently, and order her to say nothing of what transpired here [-affection] 