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The Dragon came over once, smiling, but more just baring his teeth. He wrapped himself around me at the door, smooth against me but with his hard scales against the cold. I led him to my room and closed the door. It was hot as he pulled me onto him. I put my hand on the scales at his shoulder, dug my fingers in there. He reacted by thrusting his hips against mine. I laughed at how easily I could get to him. I gasped when I reached down to direct him into me. The Dragon dug his claws into me. In retaliation, I put my hand on his throat. The Dragon rose up, perhaps to bit me, to dig his claws into me again. His hips rose and our legs tangled together.

Power pulsed through me, tightening my muscles. The Dragon furiously beat against me, his power leaking into me as I tightened my hand. His breath was hot, wheezing, and smelled strongly of smoke. I loved that internal fire, my ability to control it. I bore down with my hand again. He bucked against me, roaring, feral, powerful, and I felt the beat of life into me. With that final display of power, I tensed again, milking what I could from him, and earning another growl.

I released him, breathing heavily, and lay beside him. He curled around me, the smoothness of his underbelly against my skin. I knew that his scales and his claws would protect me. I enjoyed him, his snoring and his smoke breath. My friend The Dragon.

Description
The Dragon came over once, smiling, but more just baring his teeth. He wrapped himself around me at the door, smooth against me but with his hard scales against the cold. I led him to my room and closed the door. It was hot as he pulled me onto him. I put my hand on the scales at his shoulder, dug my fingers in there. He reacted by thrusting his hips against mine. I laughed at how easily I could get to him. I gasped when I reached down to direct him into me. The Dragon dug his claws into me. In retaliation, I put my hand on his throat. The Dragon rose up, perhaps to bit me, to dig his claws into me again. His hips rose and our legs tangled together.

Power pulsed through me, tightening my muscles. The Dragon furiously beat against me, his power leaking into me as I tightened my hand. His breath was hot, wheezing, and smelled strongly of smoke. I loved that internal fire, my ability to control it. I bore down with my hand again. He bucked against me, roaring, feral, powerful, and I felt the beat of life into me. With that final display of power, I tensed again, milking what I could from him, and earning another growl.

I released him, breathing heavily, and lay beside him. He curled around me, the smoothness of his underbelly against my skin. I knew that his scales and his claws would protect me. I enjoyed him, his snoring and his smoke breath. My friend The Dragon.