your panties were soaked. you sat on the cold stone floor breathing hard, your whole body trembling with aftershocks as you gaze up at the magnificent monster in front of you
massive, reptilian, and looking increasingly smug as she stands over you, tail swishing above your head as you stare at her drooling slit. her cloaca is swollen, engorged and literally dripping her slick fluids down her scales, a light “pit pat” as each drop hit the floor in front of you
she stares at you, long neck snaking under one of her wings to get a look at the blush dusting your cheeks, her hot breath washing over you in an amused huff. faintly, you can hear muffled cries coming from her midsection, her first prey having long since made her way through the dragon's intestines. the dragon herself only looks slightly bloated, her scales not even rippling as the woman thrashed inside of her
she lowers herself, her cloaca inches from your face now. heat is rolling from her core as the entrance clenches around nothing, forcing another rivulet of arousal to trickle down her thighs, dripping directly onto your lap. fuck, it's warm… you shudder again, remembering the second girl who got pulled up into that greedy chamber. she had thrashed and struggled the most, but the dragon had easily restrained her, slowly lowering her slit over her head
the beautiful creature had purred at her struggles, and you saw the woman getting pulled deep inside, and you could see her getting pulled into a different opening within the cloaca, one slightly to the side and higher than the intestine’s opening. the dragon really seemed to enjoy this part, her back arching as her tail thrashed on the ground, stone splintering under ivory claws as the monster huffed and growled. a huge gush of slick, clear fluid flowed out of her, splattering all over you and leaving you in a shallow pool of the stuff
it wasn't until the dragon looked back at you knowingly that you had your first orgasm, further ruining your panties. you shake with fear (yes, fear) as she lowers herself further, the crown of your head being kissed by her slit. her scent is overpowering, musky, strong, sharp like flint, and you can see her cloaca weep her slickness as it slowly yawns open, descending around your head. your hair was immediately soaked, streams of arousal leaking around your shoulders as the dragon pushed down steadily, your whole world nothing but her purrs (the first woman had gone quiet)
you feel your head pulled into a second opening, squeezing tight around you. muscles clench and contract around you, holding you tight and pulling you in deeper and deeper. it's tight, so tight, and hot, so hot you think you'll melt… you can feel yourself liquifying, your form getting softer, your body almost like paste as you're forced into a ball within the dragon. it's hotter still, and your mind is drifting, and you feel safe, secure, and something solid is curling around you, keeping you…
the dragon laid on her side, heaving a contented sigh. a meal, some fun, and now a new clutch of eggs gestating inside of her… she yawned, exhausted from all the activity. she settles down for a nap, eyes fluttering closed as she gets ready to rest for the incubation period. a few decades will probably be long enough…