He nipped again at her neck, before stripping off his shirt, and stepping back against her, hands eagerly exploring her form. "I was admiring the natural beauty of a raging dragon, a natural state for them all. I would rather not, at least for the start, add to my collection, though if you deem me worthy to try and pleasure your natural form, I would be a fool to demure."<br/><br/>His erection was pressed firmly against her thick, full ass, only his own and her clothing separating them, as he gave her silk dress a gentle tug, pulling it down past her nipples. His hands cupped the large, swollen orbs, using a mixture of gentle, almost feather like, caresses and more painful pinches and twists to her breasts. He grumbled in dissatisfaction as her dress caught on her hips, one hand having followed its fall, the noise at his denial of her 'treasure.' His lips continued to explore her neck and shoulders, rarely teasing her cheeks. He stopped them at the edge of the bed, now a promise of a time he wouldn't forget, her dress still taunting him, barely caught on her hips, his lower hand dancing across her stomach, teasing touches, sometimes less than a fraction of an inch above her belly, other times leaving feather touches, taunting her heat. His hand caressing her breasts could feel them swelling, growing as her heat grew, demanding his immediate attention.<br/><br/>He growled into her ear, a soft, primal noise, before he stepped back, his hand on her stomach slipping away, a minute before he suddenly turned her toward him, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss, his sudden movement slipping her dress free. He lowered her onto the bed, his massive erection grinding against her pouting womanhood, a final taunt, enjoying the last few moments of foreplay before he abruptly shoved himself into her, her gaping, dripping womanhood eagerly welcoming his member.