<img alt="Image" src="http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/7/70/1414542689950.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width/549?cb=20141030032057"/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Asara</span><br/><br/>“Mmm ...if that is an offer to eat you...” the dragoness licks her lips, “...I'd not say no...”<br/><br/>I couldn't help but giggle, at the sheer<span style="font-style: italic">intensity</span>of her stare. “Devouration is a natural part of the primeaval world,” I murmur, nuzzling her, “we should not abandon it, just because we've grown civilized beyond Thygor's kind of crudities,” I smile. “Society has its hierarchies leading from diner to dinner, as nature has its food-chain from predator to prey. As lovers, we'd lie beyond that, and either might choose to be a meal for the other, for our mutual pleasure, trusting that the one who ate them would refrain from from unduly resisting their eventual escape. The Goddess,” I stroke Aniel's hair lightly, “favours both those who become meals, and those whose bellies they squirm in.” I pause, and grin. “But I don't trust you enough to be your meal<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>yet.”<br/><br/>I kiss Aniel again, my tail-tip writhing within her. “I'd squirm, something like<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>...” I tease her, “and<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>...” then I touch the barrier to the center of her. “Oh!” I exclaim softly. “You're a-” I pause. “This'll hurt just a little,” I say, enfolding her in my arms, lightly squeezing her shoulders with my digging-claws, pain to distract from pain, and pulse my tailtip just enough.<br/><br/>I whimper, as her fingertips inside me twitch uncontrolled, pain and pleasure wrapped together so tightly I can't extricate them, no different from the two of us. “There-there,” I say, showering her with light kisses. “There-there,” I say, loosening my hug. “You can just enjoy yourself, now,” I say, as I gently begin to slip further into her depths...