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Part 4: The Trouble with Sirens, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 20: Siren’s Throng

A cold confusion surrounded her. Breathlessness, darkness, then flashes of light, hands pulling her.

After minutes — hours? seconds? — sunny warmth spread over her. There was bright light, the sound of crashing waves, and she could breathe.

Ada stirred. She was lying on a warm, dry rock some twenty feet across and forty feet up from the ocean. She was on her back, naked, human.

And she was surrounded by sirens. Male and female, all with colorful seaweed-like hair and pointed teeth, some grinning and others eyeing her watchfully. The sirens did indeed have the upper half of humans and the lower halves of fish, though the boundaries were not quite like they were usually portrayed. While many artists represented sirens as having tails that hit like trousers or skirts, leaving some ambiguity about their sexual anatomy, these sirens’ tails started lower.

They had human hips, butts, and genitalia, but from the upper thigh down their legs were lithe, muscular tails with iridescent scales and beautiful tiered fins at the end. They had patches of scales on their shoulders and down their backs as well, and curious eyes with slitted pupils like a cat.

All those curious eyes started at Ada with a certain kind of hunger that she recognized all too well.

Despite her terrifying last few minutes — hours? seconds? — she was more than willing to reciprocate that sort of attention. Was she still under their spell?

A pink, female siren scooted forward from the rest. Her breasts were small and perky, her pink seaweed hair cascading down her back and across pink and lilac scales. Her eyes were lavender and dilated to round, shining pleading. Like a puppy looking for attention — or a cat, about to pounce.

She wiggled a little further forward, on her hands and the front side of her tail. “We like you,” she said. Her voice still had a bit of the music in it, and that set Ada’s heart racing, her head a bit fuzzy again.

“I uh… okay,” Ada said. More than a bit fuzzy, then.

“You like our songs,” the siren said. She wiggled eagerly a bit more forward, until she was within reach. “Nobody likes our songs anymore. Well, almost nobody. The pirate kingdom is alright and stuff. They bring us tasty fish from far off places. But they don’t like our music. We miss having someone who likes our music.”

The rest of the sirens gathered around nodded enthusiastically. Several of the men were already sporting full erections, their eyes also fully dilated despite the bright sun.

The pink siren wiggled, a tremor going down her spine, almost like a fish caught on a hook. “We really… really… like it… when someone likes our songs.” The pink siren glanced down at Ada’s lower half, then licked her lips and swallowed.

Ada followed her gaze. There was no mistaking that the small rivulet of moisture running down the rock was from her, and it was only partly due to her dip in the ocean.

The pink siren was breathing heavily now, her small chest rising and falling quickly, sending her perky breasts quivering. “Would you like… to hear more songs?” She dragged her gaze up to look at Ada with pleading, shining yes.

“Yes,” Ada gasped, “Yes, please.”

The siren lunged forward with the speed of a pouncing cat and grabbed each of Ada’s thighs with a hand, buried her face in Ada’s sex, and drew her tongue up through Ada’s folds.

Ada cried out with delight. She was still so sensitive, so wet. It felt so good. The siren took another long, slow lick, looking up at Ada.

Ada watched in amazement as she realized that the siren’s tongue was fully six inches long. This lead to longer strokes than a human in the same position, both in terms of the amount of time and the amount of Ada’s vulva that was stimulated at once.

Mercifully, the siren did not seem to be trying to make her come immediately, so Ada could actually enjoy it this time. She melted back into the rock.

To her left, a pair of sirens had not been able to await their turn with the newcomer. A male was over a female, face to face, fucking her frantically. She leaned back on the rock, her hair splayed around her face, which was overtaken by a blissy smile. His face was one of raw, agonizing need, and their tails flapped together with a delightful slapping sound.

Other sirens approached Ada slowly, according to some kind of pecking order. Or, fucking order, more accurately.

A purple male scooted up towards her face, offering his erection.

Ada beckoned him closer so that his dick was over her mouth. She started with light licks under the tip, which made him gasp. She then brought her tongue lower for a longer lick, base to tip. He trembled, falling to his hands on the other side of her. She reached her head up and pushed her mouth around him, running her tongue back and forth under his head.

Already, he dripped sea-salty pre-cum onto her tongue, and this spurred Ada to even more enthusiastic efforts.

Having something to suck on deepened Ada’s appreciation of the pink siren’s attention.

Encouraged by the bliss of the two first sirens, the others shuffled in closer.

Ada could still see the couple who had started at the edge of the circle. The orange female looked longing towards the group, wanting to join in, but the male was still fucking her frantically. She turned back towards him and grinned devilishly, then slapped his exposed ass. He yelped, though not in pain, and his eyes started to roll back as his breathing evened. She slapped his ass again, and this time he didn’t yelp, he growled.

Then he came, his entire body convulsing as he pumped the female full. Ada expected this to take the human amount of time, but he didn’t. He kept going, contractions running up his tail, over and over and over again, until foamy cum flowed out around him and pooled on the rock.

Ada’s heart quickened as the orange siren noticed her looking and winked.

The orange siren gently pushed the male off of her and he flopped onto the ground, moaning in the puddle of his own cum. A stream of the foamy liquid ran down the orange siren’s tail as she scooted over.

In the meantime, the other sirens had arranged around Ada. Ada had a dick in one hand and a female siren was fucking herself on the fingers of Ada’s other hand. There were three more males kneeling near or over her, all moaning as they stroked themselves. A smaller female wiggled in at Ada’s side and started sucking at her breast, while scaly tails and soft hands ran down her outer hips and legs.

Ada’s awareness flickered back and forth between the orange female approaching and the ocean of sensation all around her.

The orange female smiled with pointed teeth. Ada could barely hear her over all the moaning of the group. “You like… cum?” She pointed at the purple male kneeling over Ada.

Ada nodded, the movement pulling his dick across her tongue and he moaned again.

The orange female moved around, grabbing the either side of the male’s hips. She stuck out her long tongue, also six inches and prehensile, and teasingly licked the male’s rim.

He gasped and quivered, balls twitching, giving Ada a salty mouthful which she greedily swallowed.

The orange female gave another teasing lick, and the same happened again.

Sirens produced pre-cum with a similar volume to human climax, apparently. Gods, did Ada love that.

Another shudder of pleasure ran down Ada’s spine and she wondered how she had possibly avoided orgasming thus far. She realized that the pink siren was singing, the vibrations of her voice one of the many sensations through Ada’s body. And the song was not anywhere near crescendo. Ada felt every pulse, every flicker of heat, every tensing of her muscles, but came to the sickening and exhilarating awareness that she would not be coming until exactly when the pink siren wanted her to.

Well, better make the most of her endurance, then.

The orange female set to licking the purple male’s ass in earnest. His eyes were entirely dilated now, completely black and vacant as he fought to keep from collapsing into Ada. As the female teased him, his hips twitched, sending his dick further into Ada’s throat.

Normally, it would have been too far, but Ada was delighting to find that the siren’s pre-cum had a soothing, lubricating effect. She tested, lifting her head to take more of him into her mouth. He sensed her movement and pushed carefully into her, until her lips were at his base.

She pulled back out to catch her breath, but she’d been right. It just felt good.

The male’s body suddenly tensed and his breath caught, but it wasn’t anything Ada had done.

He moaned. “Yes,” he said, “Please, yes, yes! Ah!”

The orange siren teased his rim with the tip of her tongue, pressing lightly at first and then harder. Her mouth watered and like the males’ pre-cum, her drool had its own special effect. It was thick and slick and the tip of her tongue slid easily into his ass.

Slowly, the orange female worked her way in, and Ada could barely keep up with the pre-cum that was now flowing from the male. Every few moments he convulsed uncontrollably, pressing himself deeper into Ada’s throat. 

She wanted it so badly, wanted it as deep as it would go. The pre-cum had soaked into her tongue, her lips, her throat. He slid easily in and out, every sensation overwhelmingly erotic.

The preparations were over. A rhythm started up above as the orange siren tongue-fucked his ass, and he face-fucked Ada in turn. Ada basked in this until his breathing started to waver. He was at the edge.

She wanted desperately to keep him all the way inside of her as he came, but she needed to breathe.

Ada slid off of him so that only his tip was left in her mouth.

This also pushed her into the pink siren’s continued attentions, which under normal circumstances would have tipped Ada over the edge. But instead, she just enjoyed the ripples of sub-orgasm as she teased the purple siren, circling her tongue under his tip. He whimpered in the most wonderful way, hips twitching towards her, but she denied him. She still needed a moment to catch her breath — plus, she wanted to taste him.

She pulled all the way back for a moment, letting pre-cum drizzle onto her tongue. His mind was completely gone. The orange siren must have found all his best spots, since he was dripping and edging just from her attention.

Ada kept teasing him this way until she was sure he was right on the edge. She took his tip in her mouth and rubbed her tongue under his head in quick circles, sucking gently.

Give it to meeeee…

The siren moaned, his balls spasmed, and the orange siren took this as her queue to tongue-fuck him harder. The convulsion started in the end of his tail and ran up to the base of his spine, and after a heartbeat of anticipation, the first spurt of foamy white cum arrived. It was salty and sweet and Ada swallowed it, the movement of her tongue drawing even more out of him. 

She gulped it down until he outpaced her and she fell back panting. She pumped him with her hand to keep the foamy white cum flowing over her mouth and her chest and down onto the rocks. The siren’s ejaculate didn’t have the sticky quality of human semen. Rather, it was light and soft like sea foam. Being doused in it felt like taking a salty bubble bath.

His arms trembled and he would have collapsed onto Ada if the orange siren hadn’t pulled him to the side. The orange siren then winked at Ada before descending upon the spent male to lick him clean.

Ada had only a moment to wonder what she’d do about the mess of cum that was all over her before other sirens quickly filled in with their long, agile tongues. They licked her neck, her chest, teasing her nipples. Her ear, her face — she was making out with a green siren now, seaweed hair falling around her. This siren seemed interested in licking out as much of the cum from Ada’s mouth as she could, and with Ada’s mouth and throat still sensitized, it felt amazing. Greedy, the green siren licked deeper and deeper until she was face-fucking Ada with her tongue. Ada couldn’t breathe but she didn’t care, until finally her chest spasmed and the green siren withdrew.

Ada slipped her fingers between the green siren’s labia. Other than the scales that started just below it, her sex was in all ways very human. The siren leaned over Ada, her breasts hanging down. Her areola and nipples were also green, with a sprinkling of shimmering scales like freckles across her collar bone.

Ada leaned up and licked at the siren’s nipple, and the siren gasped and lowered herself so that Ada could suck on her as she fucked herself on Ada’s fingers.

Now that Ada was putting her full attention — well, as full as she could, with all that was happening concurrently — towards the green siren, she tensed her fingers in time with the siren’s wiggling to put pressure on the siren’s inner spot, that wonderful hidden part of the clitoris that sang under such ministrations.

The green siren didn’t last much longer. She clenched around Ada’s fingers, squeezing erratically as Ada pressed rhythmically against her spot.

The green siren had been panting and now gasped in a full breath. She screamed in one long heave, then moaned in waves as she pressed herself onto Ada’s fingers a few more times before collapsing into the puddle of her own making.

The males that had originally set themselves up around Ada had not stopped touching themselves, and the sight of the green siren’s bliss sent a yellow one over the edge.

While Ada had felt more than seen the purple one’s orgasm, she had fully view of this yellow one as he spurted ropes of foamy white cum all over her stomach, chest, and the back of the pink one’s head. He just kept going, the convulsions up his tail revealing that his human-like balls were more of an adornment than the true source of his cum. 

This was how one of Ada’s books had described spawning fish. A female would lay clumps of eggs and it was the male’s job to douse them with semen.

The male sirens certainly accomplished dousing. Just when the yellow one was running out, the other two males over her started growling. They really got off on watching each other come. These two climaxed at the same time, an even more impressive display of volume, thick ropes floating a moment in the air before splashing down on Ada. 

Before they were done, other sirens wiggled in to lap up the mess, licking Ada with their tongues but also catching shots of cum on themselves, which other sirens licked off in turn.

That seemed to really set off a chain reaction in the crowd, sirens wriggling and orgasming and licking all around her, but each too dazed and desperate to pay attention to Ada. All they could do was rub themselves on the nearest surface and moan.

Gods, was that was she looked like half the time?

It was so hot.

Not all the sirens were so distracted — the pink siren still hummed between Ada’s legs, and looked up at Ada with those shining eyes again.

Ada was now barely in her own body, floating on dozens of denied orgasms and almost in the same state of desperate overwhelm as she had been on the ship.

A shocking sensation suddenly brought her back into her body.

The pink siren had only been licking Ada’s folds all this time, and now she angled her tongue so that the tip pressed up inside of Ada. Ada’s muscles gripped compulsively, searching for more sensation.

Another denied orgasm.

The pink siren pressed her tongue further in.

Ada screamed with pleasure.

It was as if she had forgotten how good it felt to have something inside of her, and the siren was now teaching her anew.

Ada panted, mouth watering. “F-fuck me, please!”

The pink siren teased her with the thin tip of her tongue.

Ada whined. “Please!”

The pink siren moved her hands from the outside of Ada’s thighs to rub the outer sides of her labia. That plus her tongue was a moment of bliss, but as the siren withdrew, the hands were torturously teasing.

“If I fuck you… you come, yes?” the siren said.

It took Ada a moment to realize she was being asked a question, but then she nodded.

“You come, you become a dragon… yes?”

Ada nodded.

“But only for a moment?”

“Uh… no for a uh… for however long.”

“Whatever long?”

“Until I— until I c-come again.”

“Oh. This one came in the sky?!”

“Y-yes.”

“We’ll have to try this on other dragons. Hmmmm…” As the pink siren pondered, she ran her hands in circles on Ada’s outer labia, pressing little rivulets of wetness out.

Ada groaned. “I c-can’t, I can’t take it. Please.”

“Not yet. Together.”

The pink siren scooted herself up and around, lying on her back and pulling Ada so that she kneeled on hands and knees over the siren, Ada’s head over the siren’s sex, Ada’s ass over the siren’s head.

Ada’s sex dripped and the pink siren eagerly licked the wetness from her cheeks. Ada leaned down, gently licking the siren’s vulva.

The siren wiggled under her, tail slapping against the wet rock. Ada felt a bit of the siren’s own pleasure over her own aching. The siren’s pleasure was in the song, shared with Ada through the melody.

Then, the siren reached up to Ada with her tongue.

“Mmmmmph!!” Ada moaned into the siren, which heightened the siren’s pleasure, which heightened the song, which intensified Ada’s moaning, in an overwhelming loop of pleasure.

Ada’s hips collapsed onto the siren’s face, her knees sliding out from under her on the now slick rock. She tried to pick herself up again, but the siren wrapped her arms around Ada’s thighs to hold her down.

Ada’s sex-addled brain tried to make sense of this. Didn’t the siren need to breathe?

She didn’t, Ada realized. Like a seal or a whale, a siren would be able to hold their breath for quite a while.

Just the thought of the implication of that nearly sent Ada over the edge. But, the song didn’t let her. She was denied again.

And the siren’s tongue started pressing between her labia, up inside of her.

Ada licked frantically at the siren, moaning into her.

Ada’s hips twitched uncontrollably, rubbing against the siren’s chin. At the same time, the siren slid her tongue deeper in.

Ada gasped. The tongue was dick-thick in the middle but broader at the base, and the siren pushed through Ada’s clenched muscles, giving her the most delicious stretch. The siren wiggled her tongue around, the textured surface pressing against the outer nub of Ada’s clit, then all the way around to the inner spot of pleasure as well.

Is this something like what Pasco felt when she wrapped her dragon tongue all the way around his dick and up his ass? If so, then holy fuck she was a genius.

That was the last conscious thought Ada had any capacity for as the siren started to tongue-fuck her in earnest, combining all the best parts of going-down and getting-fucked.

Ada did her best to return the favor but mostly just moaned, drooled, and licked frantically. Luckily, the siren seemed to be getting off on making Ada an absolute fucking mess.

The song finally started to rise. The energy of all the denied orgasms quivered in Ada’s body. Her mind’s little boat was shattered into pieces and her body floated catatonic on the roiling waves.

She needed to make the siren come. She needed to make the siren come or she was going to die. The siren seemed to sense that energy, which pushed the siren herself nearly to the edge, but it wasn’t quite enough. The siren seemed content to let Ada quiver into insanity, but Ada had to do something.

She forced herself back into her body to find her hand, and clumsily pulled it towards the siren’s vulva. She slid in two fingers on the other side of her frantic licking, pressing at the siren’s spot.

The music swelled. Pleasure throbbed in Ada’s core, just like it had with each denied orgasm, but finally, finally, it tipped over the edge into rhythmic contractions of sheer bliss.

Yes, yesyesyesyes yes! 

The song became a shrill, piercing note as the siren screamed. Ada came hard, like a desperate inhale for breath after finally reaching the surface of the ocean. Sirens scrambled out of the way, some diving for the ocean to avoid the rapid expansion of her body on the rock.

She stood, for a moment, on the slippery rock. Then, she realized that her sex was still clenching with orgasmic spasms, even as a dragon.

“Oh no, oh— ah, aaaaaaah!”

Human, she tried to pull herself up off the rock, but her core clenched again. It wasn’t over. She came again.

She stood as a dragon, the sirens looking on with awe and delight. Mercifully, she seemed to be done for the moment, but fluid flowed freely from her sex.

“You know—”

A curious siren ran a hand down the scales of her outer labia, grabbing a fistful of dragon slick to taste.

“Fuuuuck!” Ada came again.

Human, she was spread eagle on the rock. The pink siren approached with a devilish look in her eye. “No,” Ada gasped, “Please no—”

The siren came up and put her palm flat over Ada’s sex, rubbing her in broad circles.

Ada twitched but she had no strength left to fight it. “Please not agaaaaaa—ah!”

The next hours — minutes? seconds? — all blurred together in Ada’s mind. She came over, and over, and over again. Every denied orgasm from the pink siren’s initial intentions seemed backed up in some sort of queue. Even the slightest sensation, the least touch, was enough to send her over the edge.

Sirens clung around the edge of the rock, bobbing down as Ada started flailing and then peeking over to see if it was their turn to give the one touch, one kiss, one moan that would send Ada through her orgasmic transformation once more.

There wasn’t enough room for all the sirens on the rock, so the rest congregated in a small cove in the water below. A halo of foamy whiteness slowly spread through the cove and spilled out into the ocean as they filled the water with foamy cum and churned it into an even thicker lather with their wriggling and convulsing. The dragon-woman’s desperate cries of tortured pleasure were a constant source of arousal for the greedy sirens.

Ada’s sensitivity slowly started to diminish — but only to the point that a siren actually got to fuck her to make her cum, or she had a few moments to stand on her four feet as a dragon before the sirens enveloped her. In one of those moments, she thought about making a run for it, taking to wing, but she was sure that she wouldn’t make it far before she fell from the sky yet again.

Ada, for the first time in her life, finally needed to be rescued.

At that moment, the ship finally came into sight around the edge of the cove. Yes! She was so excited at the thought of rescue, of seeing Pasco again, that it sent her quivering into another orgasm. Fuck.

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Part 3: Setting Sail, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 14: Table Stakes (Part II)

Ada scanned the room, waiting for a moment where nobody was paying them any particular attention, and ducked beneath the table.

“What are you doing?” Pasco leaned slightly over the edge of the table, trying to get a look at her without too obviously sticking his head under the table.

“Shhhhh. Someone will hear.” Ada crept forward and settled her knees between Pasco’s feet. His muscles were tense, uncertain. When she brushed her fingers against the tops of his thighs, moving towards his belt, he shuddered.

She hadn’t particularly thought this through, thanks to the mingling buzzes of arousal and alcohol, but if she couldn’t pleasure herself then she’d just go ahead and pleasure him.

She dragged her fingers towards his inner thigh and made light circles with her fingertips. His legs shook, and his growing erection throbbed against his trousers.

Ada cupped her hand over his bulge and he jumped.

The tavern was loud and the other patrons were generally too inebriated to pay much attention to them, so Ada had quite a bit of leeway to play with. Though, she reveled in the thought that Pasco would not be so confident. They had reaffirmed their safe words on the journey, and she knew that he’d tell her to stop if he really wanted her to. Rather than stifle the relationship, those explicit terms of consent emboldened her. Especially so, since she and Pasco had discovered that they both enjoyed a little bit of playful resistance.

“Carefullll,” Ada cooed as she reached up to undo his belt. His posture was rigid now, managing to not shake as she undid his belt and the buttons below, leaving only his loin cloth between her and his throbbing shaft.

Ada placed her mouth over his tip, breathing hot, moist air. As she withdrew, the wet turned to cold and he twitched against the cloth.

Slowly, ever so carefully, Ada withdrew him from his cloth. He throbbed until he was fully erect, legs still clenched with tension.

“Adaaaaaaa,” he growled under the table. “Please don’t.”

Her heart filled with a delicious heat and she became aware of her blood beating through her whole body. She licked her lips, knowing that if he really wanted her to stop, he’d say ‘red’.

“Why?” she teased.

“Because,” Pasco moaned, not particularly successful in hiding his lewd tone of voice.

“I thought you didn’t mind being seen?”

“It’s different when—”

She figured he was going to say something about the port town not quite having the same rules as the pirate kingdom, but she didn’t really feel like letting him argue. So, she slid her mouth around his tip and lapped her tongue against the underside of his tip, already drooling around his shaft. That shut him up. 

Well, except for a high pitched whine as he braced himself against the table.

Above the table, Pasco worked to compose himself. So far, nobody had noticed. His heart skipped. There was certainly a thrill to the idea, of just climaxing here and nobody knowing.

That would certainly prove something to the land lubbers that tried to ban public sex here. Goes to show how well that worked.

Pasco was brought back into his body by a gentle suction as Ada took him further in, running her to tongue under his tip.

Gods she was just so warm.

Pasco leaned over the table, propping his chin up on his hand, going for some sort of pensive look.

He didn’t notice Pem, the buxom waitress, until she was standing right next to him. “What happened to your lady friend?”

Pasco froze. She’d already seen? Or—

Ada took that as a cue to take him suddenly deeper, his tip against the soft back of her throat. His body shook.

“Oh,” Pem said, “She’s got you down, then?”

Down her throat? Yes! But Pem didn’t look so scandalized. Pasco struggled to catch up. Ah, yes, he looked sad? Maybe as if he were stifling a sob? He could work with that. 

What he needed first and foremost was something to slow this down. Because, as much as the idea of public sex aroused him, he knew for a fact that he was not going to ‘come’ quietly. Best to avoid it altogether.

“Yes,” he said, voice quivering. He dared not look Pem in the eye. “I’ll need something s-strong to console myself.”

“Bless you, yes of course!” Pem bustled off.

Pasco felt more than heard Ada giggle with his tip in her mouth. He went to knee her away from himself playfully, but she just took him deep again and his muscles went slack.

Pasco forced himself to take deep breaths, which fit well with his story when Pem returned with a glass of heavy mead. “Drink up, hun.”

As Pem left, Ada withdrew, leaving a trail of cold wetness behind. “Hey, no cheating!” she whispered.

“It’s not cheating,” he said, propping his chin on his hand and leaning towards the back of the booth again, hoping nobody in the tavern would spot him ‘talking to himself’. “You’ll just have to hurry.” Pasco tipped his glass back to drink and immediately realized his mistake. Why was he goading her on? Idiot!

She enveloped him again and he nearly choked on the mead. He steadied himself and downed half the glass.

He just needed to stall it out until she got bored. That would still be fun for both of them, and then he wouldn’t risk being banned from the tavern forever because he’d loudly announced his climax to everyone there. Or because she overestimated her own restraint and turned into a dragon. If that happened, the consequences would be far worse than just being banned from the tavern.

But gods did she feel good. Whatever part of his brain was responsible for rational thought was melting like wax in a furnace. Her mouth was hot and soft, her tongue running all the way up his underside, lips pressing at his base. She slipped her hands up and cupped his balls, pulling them down and towards her. His breath and heart rate quickened. He downed another swing of mead. He needed it to kick in fast.

Pasco glanced up right as Forte and Teoda strolled over, flushed from their dancing and already prodigious ale consumption.

“Heyyyyy wondered where you went,” Forte said, sliding in to the booth across from Pasco, where Ada had been sitting.

Teoda slid in, practically on top of Forte. “GREAT music tonight, you’re missing out. Where’d Ada go?”

Pasco flushed, half from the sudden panic and half from the mead starting to kick in. This was bad. If Teoda or Forte noticed, they’d be furious — they had only very barely agreed to stop having public sex. Those two had been caught in this very tavern twice and Pasco had only smoothed it over by putting the whole crowd on his tab whenever he visited. But, one more strike and they were out. The tavern could only bend the city’s rules so far, no matter how much affection Pem had for the pirates and their coin.

Pasco had been trying to set a good example and also make life a bit easier for Ada by finding some less sexual activities for the evening, but it seemed that Ada got quite a kick out of making things difficult.

Pasco shrugged. “Ada goes wherever she wants, y’know.” It was true, she was exactly where she wanted to be, at that moment. He hoped, though, that they assumed that she’d wandered off into the city.

“She’s a real fun one,” Teoda said. “Make sure she sticks around.”

Ada had slowed, and Pasco figured it was because she heard herself being discussed.

“I don’t know,” Pasco said, “She can be a little much sometimes.” Pasco fought to keep the smirk on his face despite Ada’s abrupt increase in pace and depth. Gods it felt good. Also, he was such a gods damned idiot. Maybe he got a kick out of making things difficult, too.

“Takes one to know one,” Forte said with a wink.

“What are you implying?” Pasco said. He never would have allowed this kind of backtalk from anybody but those on this expedition with him, his most trusted crew members. He’d known Forte since they were both children, and Teoda was his first mate. 

Forte shrugged. “Nothing.”

Pasco hid his face behind another swing of mead as Ada withdrew from his dick and turned her warm tongue to his balls. The new sensation nearly broke his composure. He fought to keep himself contained.

“You seem thoughtful, boss,” Forte said.

“Hm. Yeah.” Well, at least his ruse had worked up until this point. He pondered another way to tease Ada, but between the mead and the lack of blood in his brain, he wasn’t feeling particularly witty.

“She likes you,” Teoda said. “I can tell. Don’t worry.”

I can tell too, Pasco thought as Ada took him particularly deep. “I appreciate the vote of confidence.” He tipped his mug at Teoda and took another swig.

“Hey, Pem!” Forte called. “We require more alcohol!”

Pem was already on her way over, tankards in-hand, and slid them to Forte and Teoda. “You two’ll cheer ‘im right up, I know,” Pem said before bustling off again.

“Wait, what’s the matter, cap?” Forte said.

“You are worried about her,” Teoda said, jabbing her tankard towards him and sloshing beer out onto the table.

“I am,” Pasco said, and it was the honest truth. She slipped her fingers up and behind his balls. The dulled sensation from the mead was the only thing allowing him to keep his composure. But only very barely.

It helped that Teoda and Forte were already mostly drunk. He was too, though, and it took him a long moment to realize that Teoda and Forte were looking at him expectantly. “What?”

“Well, tell us more! Nothing usually gets under your skin like this.” Teoda leaned forward on her elbows.

Pasco cleared his throat, half to buy time and half because Ada had just taken him to the back of her throat again. “Well, um, it’s just that…” Pasco’s hazy mind searched, and he could dredge up only the truth. “I’m worried she’ll get bored of me.” He glanced at his mead, then out to the tavern floor. What would Ada do with that?

She was obviously the kind of woman who liked things fast and hot, and though they were having a brilliant time together, a thing could not stay novel forever. Would she all too quicky move on to the next beautiful man or woman to catch her attention? He would have loved to serve the expanse of her desire for a long, long time. But, to her draconic hunger, could he ever be anything more than a sweet snack?

He had no interest in caging this wild bird, he only hoped he might have enough seed to tempt her to stay for a while. And the way she seemed to love his cum, ‘seed’ worked both ways there, funnily enough.

She took him deep slowly, then again. Where before she had been teasing, trying to get a rise out of him, this was insistent, steady. His eyes fluttered shut.

Was he fooling himself, or was she trying to assure him?

Teoda shook her head lightly. “You must be drunk cap, you’re the opposite of boring. C’mon, dancing will make you feel better!” She reached out towards his hand, and he yanked it back like she was a snapping turtle.

Teoda was stronger than he was, and the last think he needed was her pulling his naked dick out of Ada’s mouth and out from under the table.

Teoda’s eyes widened.

“I’m sorry,” Pasco said, “I think I just need… some time. To think. I… appreciate it, I really do.” Pasco reached forward and awkwardly patted Teoda’s hand, which had fallen to the table top. 

She smiled and nodded sympathetically. She and Forte fell into idle chatter, which was in some ways welcome since they were no longer trying to engage Pasco — but if they were done talking to him, wouldn’t they just leave?

Ada had kept up her steady pace and the heat was building. Gods, he couldn’t last much longer like this, even with the mead.

Pasco tuned back into their conversation as he realized Teoda and Forte had drifted in their own lewd direction.

“You’re too much,” Teoda said with a lecherous grin, walking her fingers towards Forte’s bulge.

“You like it,” Forte said.

“I doooo…” Teoda absently put a hand to her breast and starting massaging herself.

Pasco rolled his eyes. In the most hypocritical request of the century, he said, “Would you two go get a room?”

“Fiiiiine,” Teoda said, “Fine. But don’t think for a second that the public sex ban isn’t anything other than a ploy to make more money on rooms!”

Teoda and Forte finally left, heading towards the back of the tavern where there was an entrance to the inn that perched on the next level up. It was indeed where the group had planned to spend the night, while his moored ship was prepared for the sea once again and the rest of the crew re-emerged from their various shore-time exploits. 

As soon as Teoda and Forte were out of earshot, Pasco heaved a sigh. Or, well, it was more like a moan.

Ada showed no signs of slowing. Gods curse that woman. And bless her. Should he embrace this moment of relative quiet? Just let her have her fun? Or double down on outlasting her? The prospects of climaxing like this and of winning the contest were equally compelling.

There was a full mug of mead in front of him again. Pem had brought more? When had that happened? His focus was slipping. But, at least, it seemed that nobody had noticed Ada between his knees.

Unconsciously, Pasco shifted slightly further forward, which had the twin effects of allowing Ada to take him even deeper and for her to get her hands up around his balls to rub her knuckles up under his perineum.

It was like getting to the end of a close chess match between masters and then right at the end, making the most amateurish mistake. Check, mate.

His balls pulled tight, heat started spreading from his base. Ada picked up on the shift and increased her pace, rubbing insistently at his perineum and cupping his balls with her thumb.

Under the table, Ada squirmed with excitement. She finally had him, despite his cheating. And it was a close thing too, her jaw was sore. But his delicious twitching inspired her with new energy. 

She was sopping wet, kneeling under the table and grinding against her own heels for sensation. It was, fortunately, not nearly enough to make her come but it had made for a delightful time under the table. 

She kept up her attention on his balls and perineum but shallowed her strokes slightly, giving herself a moment to fully catch her breath, sucking on his tip all the while.

His balls tensed, pulling against her fingers. That was her cue. She took a deep breath then pulled him deep into her throat, stroking insistently, pressing circles at his perineum and keeping tension on his balls.

Above the table, Pasco had only a split second to decide how he was going to disguise his impending orgasm that was going to be in no way quiet. The tavern was full and bustling around him and nothing more than the shadow of the table disguised Ada’s activities. It was hard to tell whether it was that thought or Ada’s latest stroke that pushed him over the edge.

He lifted his chest and put his arms above his head, as if to indulge in a luxurious stretch, just in time. The heat lit to fire, his balls clenched, pressure rolling up his length to meet the soft warmth of Ada’s mouth. As he came, she swallowed around him, sucking and pressing with her tongue, which pulled even more out of him. The way that she wanted it was just too much for him to handle.

He moaned, shaking, dizziness overtaking him as he nearly flopped back against the wall behind him.

Ada’s patience was rewarded as Pasco’s seed rolled hot over her tongue. She loved this part.

Ada kept up her sucking until Pasco ran dry and sensitivity took over. His arms dropped to the table in front of him, then he dropped a hand to Ada’s head to push her gently back. She obliged but couldn’t help but give a few more teasing licks under his tip.

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Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 12: Six Hands High

Ada spent most of the next day talking to her new friends as they rode towards the shore. Missa and Sendia now openly fondled each other atop their horse. The group bounced question after question to each other, about lovers and life, about hobbies and habits, about preferences and predilections.

Ada found that she could talk openly about herself in every way. Not just sex, but worries. Hangups. Aspirations. These were all met with open warmth, for the first time.

Screw fairy godmothers coming to the rescue, Ada thought. I’ll take a mystical topless sex-positive sea kingdom, thank you very much.

That night, Ada sourced wood for the fire, roaming around the wood and gathering kindling, then helping to haul and chop up a dead log. It felt good to use her body, and even better to know that nobody was judging her. Or, well, at least not negatively. She caught Pasco’s appreciative gaze on her more than once. 

Once everything was prepared, Ada sat next to the fire, pleased to watch the flickering light of the fruits of her labor.

Missa came down next to her. “I saw you working hard. Arms and back must be awful sore. Want a back rub?”

Missa exuded feminine warmth. She was the curviest of the three women, with thick thighs and a cute tummy. Her brown hair was tucked behind her ears, her skin a deep tan. Her tattoos were twirling and delicate, like filigree, in rings all the way up her soft arms.

“Yes,” Ada said. She melted into the woman’s touch. The others finished up and came to gather around the fire.

“Do you want… more than a back rub?” Missa asked. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

Ada considered this. Pasco sat across from her. “How does this work?” Ada asked him. She was quite enamored with him, and though she hardly felt like she needed his permission to do what she wanted, she did respect his feelings.

“Well,” he said, “I want you to be happy. I’m secure. You do what feels good… as long as you don’t mind me watching.”

That kindled her arousal something fierce, and made her glad that she’d asked. Knowing that he’d also take pleasure in what followed made it even better.

“Yes, Missa, I would indeed like more than a back rub.”

Missa cooed happily. “I want to see if I can make you a dragon, is that alright?” She started massaging Ada’s breasts, gently at first.

Little sparks of electric energy radiated from Ada’s nipples, which were becoming firm at Missa’s touch. “Yes, that is very… very alright…”

Missa moved one hand to Ada’s waist, then her stomach, then her inner thigh. Ada shivered and pressed back into Missa’s warm, soft breasts.

Missa’s hand slipped into Ada’s trousers, finding her labia with an intimate familiarity. Missa started a rhythm of stroking with her fingers. It was probably what Missa herself liked and it was different than Ada’s preferred style, but Ada liked the change, liked the novelty. She suspected it would be… very effective.

After some minutes, she peeked over at Pasco. She could see him throbbing through the thin fabric of his trousers. Touch yourself, she thought. She would have told him to, but she wanted him to do it because he couldn’t bear to not, more so than because she told him to.

Missa’s ministrations brought Ada back into her own body for a few more minutes. Missa’s hand was soaking wet from Ada and Ada arched back and ran her hands through Missa’s hair to draw out breathy gasps from the pirate woman.

Ada looked at Pasco again. Not just a glance this time. She locked eyes with him. She grinned and ran her tongue over the teeth of her open mouth. She imagined her dragon’s mouth around him, and she swore she saw the same image light up in his eyes.

He grinned begrudgingly. He withdrew himself from his trousers and started to stroke himself.

Missa slipped a finger inside to curl around to Ada’s spot.

 Ada was plenty warm and the sensation was intense and welcome. “Oh fuck…” Ada said. Pasco stroking himself, Missa’s pinch at her nipple, the pressure on her spot, fingers moving through her folds, “Fuck, I’m gonnaaaaaaa!~”

The transformation always felt like she was gasping in, in, in, pulling all of the heat and warmth and pleasure in the world into herself.

Ada barely managed to avoid snuffing the fire as she stumbled to her feet at the edge of camp. She towered over them, though Forte was nearly as tall as her shoulders. Her head was the size of Pasco’s torso. The pirates looked up at her with awe.

That sent a thrill through her. She purred and shook her head, iridescence flickering down her black scales. She spread her bat-like wings to show their shimmering translucent membranes as she settled to lounge at the edge of camp.

“You can touch,” she said to them. “If I say ‘red’, it means ‘stop for real’ and ‘back up because I might crush you’.”

Pasco chortled at that and came to stroke her face again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, “and strong.”

“Careful,” she said, “the human might get jealous.” That was, perhaps, one of the sadder parts of being able to turn into a dragon. At times, she could feel terribly inadequate standing on just two feet.

Pasco shook his head. “All of you, all the time. Beautiful and strong.”

Ada felt a deep warmth, which was neither particular sexual, nor particularly non-sexual, that she didn’t quite know how to describe. It wasn’t the literal fire that she could breathe, either. It was like a warm hug inside of her. She’d never felt seen, like this, before. And it hadn’t even been a week. How might she feel, how might he know her, after moons or even years? Or might they burn fast and come to fade all too soon?

Missa had the most overt delight and was the first to come and touch. She petted Ada’s scales, then stroked the soft membranes of her wings.

“Ooh that— tickles but— feels really good.” 

Missa started to rub and massage what was the palm of Ada’s wing, the place where all the spokes came together, and that set Ada to quivering. Ada had never thought that might be an erotic area for a dragon, but she was learning all sorts of things from these eager pirates.

Pasco ran a hand down her neck and started towards her belly, and Sendia came up in front of her. The woman’s face was angular and cute, her body lithe and slender. She had no breasts and her body was straight and athletic, her blondish hair pulled up in a messy bun atop her head. Sendia petted the dragon with glee. 

Ada nosed the bulge in her trousers. “I like to suck on something. May I?”

Sendia cupped Ada’s snout in her hands. “Yeah, I’d like that!” She undid her trousers and Ada greedily lapped at her growing shaft. Ada liked the idea of being fucked by someone so cute, just a bouncy, peppy little fuck, and she sunk into that thought as Pasco, Forte, and Teoda evaluated her draconic vulva.

Pasco was sharing what he’d learned so far, offering advice to the other two. Ada couldn’t make out much of what they were saying over the sound of her own slurping and Sendia’s squeaks.

Then it started. Six hands on her. No, eight! Missa had joined in too. The hands were between her labia. All around. Searching, stroking. The moaning started deep within her and made her body tremble.

“That feels so good,” were the last cohesive words she could form.

She had to hold still. This was a delicate thing, one wrong squirm and this could end badly. She groaned and dug her talons into the ground, withdrew from Sendia and snaked her head towards closest tree, biting it hard.

Missa broke away from the rest and came up to Ada’s head. She took Sendia’s hand and lead the other woman up to a rock that was right in the middle of Ada’s view. Missa settled back on the rock and pulled Sendia into her lap. One of Missa’s hands found Sendia’s shaft and the other her balls and ass, and Sendia melted back into Missa just as Ada had.

 Ada moaned into the tree trunk in her mouth, making the leaves atop it tremble and sending down a shower of seeds.

It was clear from Missa’s face that she got nearly as much pleasure out of this arrangement as Sendia did.

“Missa,” Sendia said, “Your hands are still s-so slippery f-from princess Ada…”

Missa growled devilishly, a surprisingly aggressive sound from the soft woman. “Ada, how would you like it if I made Sendia come all over your face, all with the slick from your own sex?”

A convulsion of pleasure rippled down Ada’s spine. She would like that very much. All she could do to reply was moan as her eyes rolled back.

Missa accurately interpreted this as a ‘Yes, please’ and diligently set to making Sendia come her little heart out.

Sendia’s moans raised and quickened. The other three pirates at Ada’s vulva found an effective rhythm. Ada’s whole body shook. It felt so good but it wasn’t… it wasn’t going to make her climax. She needed just another little push.

“Missa!” Sendia gasped, “You feel so good up there!” Missa had two fingers in Sendia’s ass. “You know if you do that, you’re gonna make me, you’ll make me—”

Sendia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she was the picture of bliss as she burst, her balls convulsing, sending a spray of warm cum over the tip of Ada’s snout.

That was exactly what Ada needed.

Ada tipped over the edge, clawing at the ground and spasming her own load of slick, clear fem-cum all over Pasco, Forte, and Teoda and the ground at her feet.

She ended up in the middle of that puddle, now dwarfed by it, when her breath finally stopped heaving.

But Ada wasn’t done. Head thick with the heady scent of herself, she playfully pounced onto Teoda and brought the woman down into the puddle. Teoda laughed and they wrestled lightly in the puddle, sliding past each other and brushing sensitive places, nipples and inner thighs. Teoda’s reddish-brown hair was cropped short, and she was more muscular than Missa, though still feminine.

Ada eventually ended up on top of the other woman. “What’s your thing?” Ada said. “What do you like?”

Teoda grinned. She looked at Forte. “Thick dicks.” He’d stripped off his slick-soaked trousers to show the endowment that was the subject of Teoda’s affection. Forte was taller and broader than Pasco and a bit lighter, his hair a warm auburn.

“Can I suck on your nipples while he fucks you?” Ada said.

“I’d like that,” Teoda said.

“Can he fuck me too a little bit?” Ada said.

“I’d like that,” Forte said.

Ada started eagerly sucking at Teoda’s tits while Forte lined up. Teoda lay on her back, with her hips up on Forte’s knees, and with all the slick around, Forte quickly figured out that he could pull Teoda up the ramp of his knees and onto his dick, fucking her over himself.

Ada bent over Teoda, sucking at a tit as Teoda slid by, back and forth, which had the effect of tugging her nipple up and down.

“Ooh, that’s a little much—” Teoda said. Ada moved with her more, lessening the tugging. “Ooh yeah… tight there…”

It had barely been a minute before Ada felt Pasco’s hands on her hips, sizing up her sex, which she was waving proud in the air.

“Pasco,” Ada said, “Don’t you dare stand there and not fuck me…”

And then he was inside of her.

And there was nothing else in the world.

He pulled her into a better position and off of Teoda and started fucking her in earnest.

“Hey!” Teoda complained, “Don’t steal my tit-sucker!”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Pasco said. Then, to Ada, “Fuck, you feel good.”

“So do youuuuu,” Ada cooed.

“Ah, too good,” Pasco said, and abruptly slowed. He took a few deep breaths and slid slowly in and out.

Ada shivered and purred.

“Where should I put my seed, love?” Pasco said.

Ada considered, then pulled away and turned around, kneeling in front of him. She took him up into her mouth and he moaned.

“I want a snack,” she said.

“It might be… more like a meal…” he panted. Ada sucked at him greedily, drawing him down into her throat and licking at him with her tongue, the down-scaled version of her earlier trick.

With her hands, she found his balls, his perineum, and teased out moans and gasps from them. Then, finally, she rubbed circles on his rim. He yelped.

“If you do that, you’ll make me— you’ll— fuck, fuck!”

Again she squeezed him as she swallowed his cum, the suction teasing his tip and making him spurt harder. Finally he slowed, and she held him a moment before she gently released him and kissed the underside of his shaft.

She sat back on her heels and looked up at him, grinning, licking a dribble of cum from her lip.

He dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around her. They watched Forte and Teoda. Teoda was already moaning and spasming.

“Is she orgasming?” Ada said.

“Yeah,” Pasco said, “She has a lot of small ones. Like, dozens. Pretty different from yours, I wager.”

“Heh, yeah.” Ada said. “I think I’d get stuck in some weird half-dragon state if that happened to me.”

Pasco chuckled. “That doesn’t sound so nice. What’s happening here is Forte gets her right to that place and tries to hold them there as long as he can, but…”

Suddenly, Forte started growling. He pounded one, two, three more thrusts, then came to a stop fully hilted in Teoda, quivers running through his hips as he came in her.

“…It’s not easy,” Pasco finished.

Teoda sighed blissily, hugging Forte as he collapsed on top of her, his dick still inside of her.

Missa and Sendia wandered over too, and the party sat in a misty, blissy haze in the puddle Ada had made.

Some minutes later, Pasco said, “We should all go take a bath, huh.”

Cleaning up proved to be just as fun as getting dirty.

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Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 10: Tongue Tied

Ada finally stilled, panting, and found her feet. She only barely fit in the clearing, her greenish black scales blending into the night. She was a head taller than Pasco at her shoulder and her long tail curled back towards her in the small clearing. Her bat-like wings were partially unfurled and she tucked them to her spine in a future effort to appear smaller and less threatening. 

Her dragon’s senses hummed with information in this new environment. The smell of peat, the dappled light, the rustling of crickets, and the sound of Pasco’s beating heart, not at all where she’d expected him. 

He was above her now, having raced up a tree. She turned towards him and as her head neared, he threw a dagger at her. It bounced harmlessly off of her forehead.

She laughed and it came out as a rasping chuffing.

“You look like a cat, scared up a tree,” she said. As the air passed over her tongue, she smelled him. The salt of sweat, the musk of arousal, the slightest spice of fear.

Pasco was frozen.

“It’s me, Ada,” she said.

“Fucking gods, Ada,” he said. “When you said you were going to show me something I did not expect you to turn into a dragon.” He did look genuinely shaken.

Ada did not have any defense for her lust-addled decision-making. “Yeah… sorry. How do you… feel about it?” He was talking back to her, so that was a very good start.

“Um,” he said. “Terrified?”

“Terrified-question-mark?” Ada said.

“Yeah.”

“Why the question mark?”

She started to see her grin reflected in his own.

“I don’t know, it could be something else,” he said. His voice was cheeky, now. Teasing.

“Oh yeah? Well, why don’t you describe your symptoms.” Ada felt like that was something that one of the field doctors from her books would have said.

“Elevated heart rate,” he said. “Sweaty palms. Tunnel vision. Single-minded focus. Panting.”

“Hm… I think I know of a cure for those symptoms.”

She brought her head closer to him. Her golden, cat-like eye was as big as his outspread hand. Her head, from snout to crown, was about the length of his torso though more slender. He reached out and stroked the tip of her snout. That felt wonderful. She let him run his hands over her muzzle, her cheeks and around her eyes, her armored forehead and the soft, delicate skin under her chin. 

This was a new learning about dragons, they loved to be petted.

Ada purred happily. “What would you say if a dragon said she wanted to have her way with you?”

This time, he was the one to whimper. Was this a thing for him? Was he about to love this as much as she was?

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the soft skin of his neck. “I’d say, to please do whatever the fuck you want with me.”

So pliant already, so eager to indulge in her whims. Had he been waiting these two days, also? She regretted not being more forward, and yet, the wait made the sensations all the more intense.

Ada growled with pleasure and plucked Pasco out of the tree — gently, no pokey bits. She put him on the ground in front of her and sized him up. Naked. Erect.

His heart beat so strongly that his shaft bounced with it and he leaned back on the soft peat behind him. She was mesmerized by the way his breath moved under his golden skin. His eyes of morning fog had turned to midnight, so dilated with arousal that they were all but black.

Her hungers welled and though she knew he would welcome them, as so many of her lovers had, she needed his promise that he would accept only what he truly wanted. “What’s your safe word?” she said. This was another thing she had read about, in one of the more… explicit books. She was ready to explain what it meant and she hoped that if he was familiar with the concept, this might mean that she could finally lavish the attention that she had always wanted to, without a power imbalance — royal, draconic, or otherwise — getting in the way. 

“‘Red’,” he said.

“Got it,” she said, and she knocked him further down into the cushion of leaf litter and pinned him under a cage of her talons. The smell of fallen leaves mingled with his sweaty musk.

Her claws were just long enough that the tips caught in the leaf litter instead of in his skin, the palm of her forefoot pressed against his chest. His heart fluttered against her, like when she held a rabbit in her hand.

He was already whimpering.

She was already drooling.

As excited as she was, she hesitated, feeling like it all might be too good to be true. “Is this alright?” she asked, her voice as soft as she could make it. “Do you like this?”

He gripped her hooklike claws in his hands and looked up at her with his grey eyes. “I love this.”

His honest enthusiasm sent her hurtling headlong into even greater arousal. 

She flicked out her long, forked tongue and tasted the night. Fully extended, it was as long as the length from the base of his neck to the base of his sex. 

Then, she tasted him. First, up his legs. Then, across his chest. Then under his face, the two forks of her tongue on either side of his neck. He gasped, moaning with pleasure as his expression melted to surrender.

Then his inner thigh, and she could taste the smell of his sex. Then, finally, long and slow up his shaft. He yelped in the happiest way.

She wrapped the length of her prehensile tongue around him and started stroking. Slowly, at first. He sank into contented moans. She gave him a few minutes of that, then caught his eye. She grinned and opened her mouth, tip of her tongue holding him in place, tip right at her scaly lips. Some of her fangs were as long as his shaft. She brought his very tip into her mouth.

Would he like that? Or was it ‘red’?

Pasco moaned from his very core, and Ada knew that he liked that. A lot.

His dick fit perfectly into the notch of her top jaw where smooth scales allowed her tongue to flick through. She slowly lowered her mouth around him. Safely at the soft, round sides of her teeth, he would feel the ridges of the roof of her mouth, the smooth pressure of her scaly lips, and the ripples of her tongue sliding under his whole length as she moved her tongue back and forth against him.

As a human, she would have strained to take most of him into her mouth. As a dragon, it was more like sucking on a finger, which was to say that she enveloped him completely in moist, undulating heat.

She progressively licked further and further down. Down to his base, then lightly over his balls, then harder and she licked under and around them, pressing over his perineum.

She pushed a little bit further, until she was almost touching his rim.

He cried with pleasure, a gasp of pure delight, and the sound both startled and inspired her.

She stopped for a moment. “Do you like that?” she said.

He nodded.

“Do you like that back there?” she said, with a devious grin. It was a stable hand that had shown her, years back, the kind of fond and pleasurable relationship that a man could have with his ass. She had loved the kind of pleasure that she could give him and she had fantasized about it often since then. She’d even dreamed up this exact scenario, this perfect application of her dragon’s tongue, some months prior.

Her mouth watered. Might he really want it? Might he really like it?

He peeked up to see her face and flopped back against the leaves, huffing. “Yes,” he said.

“Can I… Can I go in?” she said.

He nodded.

“Would you like that?” she said.

“Yes, I would l-like that very much.” His expression was pleading, desperate. Ada’s arousal flared again to a new level of heat.

“I like those sounds you make very much,” she said.

He then became, of all things, bashful.

She grinned, and wrapped herself around him again. His shyness dissolved into shameless, slutty moans as she licked his perineum and flicked over his rim.

Gently, she made her way in, bringing her forked tongue together into a narrow tip. She teased him at first, not stroking with her tongue, just holding him in the warmth of her mouth. He would feel the slight shifts in her tongue as she experimented with the angle of penetration.

He wiggled to push himself up onto her tongue, but his chest was still pinned by her claw. He pulled at her fingers, trying to pry them away, but there was precious little he could do. She paused a moment, part to tease him, part to give him a chance to decide if he liked being helpless.

There was no ‘red’.

She purred and the vibrations set him trembling. Inside of him, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his spot of especial pleasure. Slowly at first, and then faster, she worked her tongue in and out of her mouth. The ridged texture passed under his tip, around his shaft, over his balls and perineum, through his rim, to the internal wall of muscles and his prostate under it. Back and forth, back and forth, both pressure and texture.

Her tongue was wet with the drool that flowed freely from her mouth, so that she moved over him easily. Gradually, she pushed more and more of her tongue out over him, so that she stretched his rim further and enveloped his shaft more completely.

She milked both pre-cum and delicious moans from him as he quivered and panted.

“G-gods you f-feel so good inside of me…” His balls tensed under her tongue. “I’m so close!”

The muscles of his ass clenched around her tongue, the pre-orgasmic waves of tension, and she pressed his base a little bit harder into the roof of her mouth, her smooth upper lip acting as cock ring. The muscle contractions became more intense, but the pressure was enough to prevent his ejaculation.

He trembled underneath her, hands coming to grip her talons that were over his chest, and he looked up at her with those pleading, begging eyes once again. “P-please,” he said, “I’m so full!”

Ada wasn’t quite sure where her boldness came from. Could it be that she was a dragon? Could it be all her fantasies, all her dreaming of something like this, since far before she’d arrived at the tower? Could it simply be the way that even though it had only been two days, she felt like she’d already known him for a lifetime?

She felt so in-tune with his pleasure, so entwined with his lifeblood and heartbeat because of the way she heard him, smelled him, felt him. Her dragon’s senses were all fully applied toward anticipating and heightening his pleasure.

His spasms passed as she kept him held tight, and then she loosened the pressure and started stroking him with her tongue again. She brought him to the edge once more, then just as he was teetering, she stopped and held him tight with her lips again. She repeated this process a third time. Then a fourth. The contractions became more intense with each denial, and this time, they were not abating. Ada knew that as soon as she loosened, all that accumulated lust would come surging forth.

His every whimper, every moan, every shudder, every moment that passed that he didn’t say ‘red’, confirmed that he was loving what she was doing to him.

He became a sweaty, moaning, begging, pleading mess. “Please, pleaaaaaase, please let me come, it’s been days, I’m so full, I c-can’t, please just let me, please—”

She slowly started to release the pressure. He lost words as his panting quickened in pace with the release, the muscles of his ass spasming around her tongue harder, and harder, and harder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck!”

As he climaxed she squeezed the cum out of him, her tongue wrapped fully around both his prostate and his balls and still stroking. He unloaded spasm after spasm into her eager mouth. Her swallowing created a gentle suction that pulled more out of him.

His breathing slowed and he started shaking uncontrollably. Ada unfolded her mouth from around him and slowly, gently removed her tongue from his ass.

She grinned as he slumped into a blissy, panting puddle.

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Part 2: On the Road, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 9: Laid Bare

It had been two more days and nights of travel, which had carried them from the plains to a more densely forested area, on their way West and to the sea.

Ada couldn’t stand it any longer. She had been on the edge of climax for what must have been hours. It was getting dangerous.

A forest meant some small hope of privacy.

As the others set up camp, Ada waited for a moment where they were all looking elsewhere and then slipped away into the woods. She’d barely gotten out of earshot when she slumped against a tree and started rubbing herself over her skirt. She was already sopping wet, she had been sopping wet, for days.

The sensation rippled through her incredibly sensitive sex. Relief.

There was a footstep and a voice behind her. “I understand that it’s unfair,” Pasco said. 

Ada yelped and spun, yanking her hand back just as Pasco came from around a tree trunk. He hadn’t seen her yet.

Pasco was a hand’s height taller than her and he looked down at her with a quizzical look. His eyes were grey like fog in the early morning. “But for your safety, I can’t recommend you be alone. These woods hold more dangers than you’d think.”

“Mhm,” Ada said, though she knew she’d put all those other dangers to shame in minutes. Whether Pasco was here or not. She couldn’t take it anymore. She had precious few moments of sane thought left.

“I have a secret,” Ada said.

“We all do,” Pasco nodded.

Ada’s hand inched closer to her legs again. She clenched her sex and that almost sent her spinning over, even without her touch.

She swallowed, her mouth watering at the thought of kissing him. She didn’t have the capacity for subtlety. “I’m… extremely horny.”

Pasco laughed. “Well it sounds like you’ll fit right in where I come from. To be perfectly honest, we’ve been holding back quite a bit these past few days, out of respect. I know our cultures are different.”

Ada’s eyes widened. That was enough to bring her back to the conversation, at least for a moment. “Your culture is sexy?”

“I, um, yeah, I suppose so. I mean, we’re much less… shy about it than other cultures. Sex is an important part of life.”

Ada nodded profusely. “This is what I’ve been saying. That’s what I’ve been telling them. This whole time.” Her legs were trembling. She could actually feel her wetness running down the inside of her thigh now. “Would you like to, um, do a sex, with me, like, right now?”

Pasco tilted his head and grinned wolfishly. 

That sent her into another spell of dizziness.

“I would like that,” he said.

Ada grabbed his hand and pulled him deeper into the woods, with urgency. She found a clearing that would be large enough to accommodate her dragon self, and the next moment she had her hands in his trousers. He disrobed and she saw him fully naked for the first time. 

He stood strong and lean like the mast of a ship, his chest broad and his hips slender. His skin was brown and golden like a treasure chest and its contents merged into one, the ringed tattoos up his arms tempting her with questions of their stories.

His grey eyes found her own, his breath caught between his ribs, hinting that he might be as eager and anxious for her appraisal as she was for his.

Though part of her would have loved to languish over the surface of him, reading him carefully like a map, she had no patience left.

She descended upon him greedily, running her hands down his long, muscular legs as her mouth found his rapidly growing shaft.

This desire, this need to fill her mouth with him, to drink in his sweat and to pull moans of pleasure from him with her fingertips, her tongue, was the only thing in all the world that could distract Ada from her own climax.

She basked in the feeling of him filling her mouth, her body full of aching desire. 

He accepted her attention for a minute, then withdrew, crouching down to her level and running his hands up her legs. She shuddered.

He leaned down, face inches from her sex, warm breath over her wetness. “May I return the favor?”

Words eluded her as she nodded so hard her whole body shook.

He pressed his tongue over her vulva and it was as if everything in the world became still, all at once.

“Mmmm,” he said, “You taste good.” And he licked her again. Long, slow.

She sunk back into the ground. After days of heated need, here was pure, soft bliss. 

The unfamiliar sensation brought her back from the edge in the best way. Blissful minutes passed as a deep, strong heat grew. She wouldn’t come in a minute of frantic rubbing, no, gods, she was going to come. So hard.

Oh. Shit. She still hadn’t mentioned the dragon. She had meant to. At some point. And she didn’t have much time left at all, as a ripple of pre-orgasmic ecstasy washed over her.

“I, um, I have another secret.”

“Mhm?” he said, still in her folds, the vibrations almost derailing her train of thought.

“I’ll show you… in a minute… you just have to promise not to freak out.”

He lifted his head. “If you’re trying to say it’s that women orgasm, believe me, I already know.”

Ada whimpered, half that he’d stopped his licking, half at the misinterpretation. “No, not quite, just, you’ll see if you keep — yes, right there, yeah if you do that, you’ll — hah — you’ll definitely… see…”

Ada clenched her sex repeatedly, desperately chasing the whisper of sharp heat that was rising… and then she caught it.

She screamed as the orgasm pounded in waves through her body. Everyone heard, the whole camp, the whole forest — especially as her scream became a roar that shook the trees like a thunderclap.

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