Release 4 Reveal - "Dragon Hot Springs: A Helping Hand"

Arriving at a mysterious hot spring, the listener finds it to be the handiwork of a local group of dragon girls. You got there at just the right time, as one of them - an attractive and fit green dragon - has gone into heat and it would be weird for her sisters to help her out. So, you are nominated, with her consent, to help... while the others watch from the shadows.

Versions for listeners with penises, and listeners with pussies, will be included together as one drop entry! Here is an excerpt from the pussy version. This is probably the start of a continuing series whenever it is drop-appropriate.

Sample:

Raw, inescapable, sensation. She moans and moans, her eyes rolled back.

“Cumming!”, she cries... her whole body spasms, legs locking around yours. Your hips collide with a wet searching slick sound that follows you back into your mind and makes you need to look. Your two soaked slits, parted. The heat between your legs is coming from her, and it is constant. Her pussy must be emanating heat in that moment.

You see her scales shimmer with something from within, and her happy smile is accompanied by a limp long snake tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth. It is drooling onto her breasts, and the nipples are so hard and pebbly that they look like little yellow gemstones on the softer field of her green scales. Climax is clear on her face. Flushed cheeks, the increased bloodflow visible even through the scales. Hazy eyes that refuse to focus on anything, occasional tremors in her inner thighs. Seeing it makes your own climax that much closer.

Sparks and waves of pleasure that fill your whole body, running up your spine to your brain. You arch, and press your clit into hers. Then circular motions of your already weary hips force pleasure into both of your bodies.

“Too sensitive!” she cries out, but her body is rubbing right back. She can’t resist. Too horny. Too needy. Too lustful. And yes, too sensitive.

Your own sensitivity amps up and the waves turn into one constant signal noise tide that makes any other thought impossible. Now you are extracting pleasure from her body, rubbing your pussies together, making your clit dance its protests and the muscles from your stomach to your buttocks up to the parts of your brain responsible for pleasure are all singing out that this is much too much. But you keep going.

Another orgasm crests her brain, and her eyes are completely closed to savor the sensation now.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you...” she purrs, whispers, gasps, echoes the sensation, a million times over, repeating those words until eventually your own climax is too close too controlling too complete.

Your eyes close.

Mouth hangs open.

You shiver in involuntary euphoria and fall to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. A few feeble gasps, a few little twitches in your disorganized disjointed limbs in that place. So good. So good. So hot. You don’t care how sweaty and dishevelled you look. You want that cute green dragon to know how good you feel, and you hear her cum one last time just from looking at you.

“Thank youuuuuuu....” her voice trails off, eyes close, and she falls back onto the ground twitching like you were a second before.

The aftershocks stay. You know any time you sit down for the next few days, your thighs will sing a happy protest and your clit might hide inside its hood for quite a while. But as struggling strength returns to your limbs, and you look down at the peaceful face of the dragon in heat finally at peace instead, you realize you wouldn’t trade those aches for anything. She is slick and shiny with juices and sweat. Her tail is laying flat on the deck instead of lashing as it was before. Her tongue is making a pool of drool and her nipples are still pebbly gems on a softer field of green.

Her sister walks out of the shadows, and looks approvingly at the well fucked dragon-puddle that is your handiwork.

“A pity you two never got to the sixty-nine portion. Our tongues...” Andi demonstrates with her long looong prehensile serpent tongue. “...are special.”

She gives you something to think about, along with a little hand written card listing contact information, party times, and how to turn off the defensive magic around the hot spring if she isn’t home.

“Come by anytime,” it says at the bottom. The I is dotted with a heart...

And the road home, as morning breaks, is sometimes lit in little hollows by the feeble solar powered garden lights refusing to acknowledge that their night’s work, like yours... is done.

Want to know what led up to this? Well, consider pledging for the drop ;)

-Andi