<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/BlackDragon-1.jpg)    </div>Virixian pushed his tongue deeper until he felt the tug of pain from Lucifia's cunt as it was stretched.  He moved it quickly, in and out and drug it over her clit, scraping it harshly, driving it until the overstimulation began to shift to a pleasurable torture of sensation.  He shivered with each of Lucifia's waves of pleasure, growling both with his own pleasure and an eagerness to control, to force still more out of his partner as he drank down her fluids and delighted in the taste of sex.  It was a flavor he knew he'd never tire of, and when she first shifted beneath her he growled and projected a vague threat against her stopping, moving a claw to pin her in place.  A reassurance of her intentions drew grudging acceptance and he allowed her to move, the feel of his tongue rotating within her pussy.<br/><br/>Feeling her attention on his cock, he shifted slightly; curling his back to keep his mouth between her legs but also present his maleness to the creature whose duty it was to satisfy his needs.  This message, too, he projected to her with thoughts and images of ancestors past: the Need would come upon him, and she<em>would</em>sate it.  Undoubtedly the first experiences would be painful, but necessary; and the magical ruggedness and healing granted by their bond, he assured her, would enable her to survive it - possibly even to enjoy his cock as he tore into her cunt.  Her ass, as well; during the final stage of his Need he was virile, and the alternative may be required.  She would fit it inside of herself one way or another and if necessary he could heal her afterward.<br/><br/>His cock jerked at the feel of her hand, stretching even further.  As Virixian's body readied himself, his mind became more focused on obtaining release.  At first he'd thought to simply enjoy his pet's, but he was unsure if that would be enough.<strong>"You may need you to serve today, chosen.  This is not the Need, but I am...unused to this feeling.  Resistance is difficult, and I sense unhealthy."</strong>His nose butted her mons as he pushed forward more with his tongue, piercing deep into her womb as he continued to wiggle within her.  His teeth, sharp and deadly and massive, pricked the skin around her navel.<br/><br/>His voice vanished as her tongue touched him; despite the chitin plates, his masculinity was tremendously sensitive.  It jerked against her hand, spewing a steady stream of clear precum: the amount needed to lubricate a full grown female dragon was enough to coat Lucifia, drip down her chin and mat her hair even after she'd swallowed several times.  The aphrodisiac properties were addictive, he understood, but no chosen partners had ever brought forward complaints so he felt no need to explain it.  And the effect was positive.  Her service was perfectly submissive, offering her mouth, hands and cunt for his pleasure and exploration, giving herself for his use.  He accepted the gift of her body and service as his due, affirming with a mental blast that he would make frequent use of her.  Her willingness in the matter was either assumed or irrelevant; even Virixian wasn't sure which but felt little need to examine his natural dominance.<br/><strong><br/>"My tail?"</strong>He pulled his tongue free with a whipcord snap to look at his curled appendage.  It hadn't occurred to him, nor to his forbears from what he could glean from ancestral memories, but it made some sense and would do for the moment.  While his pet spread herself for him, he shifted around her again, his heavy cock hitting her face with force as his tail snaked forward to tease against her hole.<strong>"Begin with it yourself, pet; I'll push when you're ready for some force."  </strong>