His golden teeth gripped the flesh of her breasts as his tongue swirled and danced over it with a flexibility and skill no mortal could ever match.  His hand gripped her breast firmly and needfully, one finger teasing the ring and nipple as he kneaded the flesh.  His other hand dragged slowly down her body, his golden claws leaving faint trails across her flesh until he gripped the edge of her dress and tore the skirt from her as well, pulling and tearing at it until it joined the pile of ruin at her feet.<br/><br/>And once he'd bared it, his hand cupped her sex.  His scaled palm was hot against her, smoother than skin oddly textured against her own softness.  He teased her cleft with his thumb, eager and hungry now.  And she could feel the length of his cock against her hip and belly, a thin line of searing heat where the tip oozed a few droplets of precum that spread across her skin.  And at the same time, those droplets increased the power of his musk in the air, sending fresh screams of pain and pleasure up as the entire assembly fell upon each other in a frenzy born of their lord's lust for his mate.<br/><br/>