Some more Lansseax and acolyte smut. Kind of kinky if I do say so myself. As far as I can with dragon/human smut. LOL.
The acolyte saw her soaring overhead.
Lansseax was grand, every bit of her dragon form rippling with muscle and stone. Her teeth were shining, her wings spread wide. Her belly looked softer beneath all of that stone-like skin and flushed red. Everything about her was lovely, radiating all the power and strength she had.
When she landed, the acolyte was amazed to see her shed her dragon form, resume the shape of a human in that lovely, revealing dress she wore. Her eyes were soft when she gazed upon her.
"I thought I smelled you here," she said, tone beautiful and gentle.
"My Lady," the acolyte was reminded of their last session, blushing deeply. "What may I do for you?"
Lansseax smiled, tilted her head. "I have come to mate with you again."
Her eyes widened, a pulse of warmth shooting straight to her thighs. She could not believe it, unable to fathom the breathy whisper on her lips, the way she loomed over her to take her chin in hand, kiss her lips. She nearly wept at the thought of being with her again and sought to ask.
Lansseax looked puzzled by the question. "Why not?"
"You have many lovely women to choose from," the acolyte told her, shyly lowering her eyes. "Why would you wish to have me a second time?"
Her body was already aching and Lansseax sniffed her delicately, pleased and pulling her flush to her warm, almost feverish form. An animal purr rolled from her human lips, incredibly wonderful.
"I like you," Lansseax crooned. "I have not enjoyed a human such as you in some time. You are lovely, suitable for me."
The acolyte gasped when she nosed her neck, licked a little path there for her teeth to nip. She melted in her touches, trembling, barely able to think as Lansseax guided her to lay in the grass. She could not believe it was happening once more; that she would be chosen again to have her.
She let Lansseax run her hands through the robes barely covering her smaller body. The woman was unable to resist her tremble when she felt warm lips at her neck, fingers pushing her hair aside to reach more skin.
Lansseax's hands slipped into the robes, pushing them down her shoulders so that it freed her smaller breasts for her hands.
"Did you clean yourself just recently?" Lansseax sighed. "Mmm, you smell lovely."
Her hands were pushing into her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging them slowly, sensually. The woman let out a helpless noise and she heard the distinct dragon-like grunt from the woman behind her. The fire between her legs ignited, pooling heat and wetness.
"You're aroused…" Lansseax breathed huskily, against her ear.
The acolyte bit her lower lip as Lansseax ran her fingers lightly through her hair, marking the skin of her neck with her warm lips. Her other hand found her between her legs, growling with pleasure when she felt how wet she was.
"You're always so excited to have me." she rumbled, against her neck.
The acolyte let out a whimper, laughing and straining against her hand. "My Lady, surely you've had other women more than me."
The thin dress she still worse did nothing to conceal the hardened cock slipped up beneath the slits, hard and strong against her belly. The acolyte bit her lip at the sight of it; the impressive size and girth.
Lansseax smiled a little, leaned her head back to meet her eyes. Those golden depths pierced her depths.
"I have mated with many, yes," she told her. "But none have captured my eyes like you. See how hard I am for you? How much I desire to be between your legs? I do not get hard for just anyone."
The acolyte laughed, a strained noise as Lansseax stroked her over her folds again. She dug her fingers into her arm, whimpering against her mouth when she kissed her. She was so sensitive that Lansseax seemed to enjoy it quite a bit given the roll of her muscles beneath that human skin. Gods, she had more self control than most humans ever hoped to have.
"Do you want to have me between your legs?" Lansseax breathed.
"Oh Gods, yes." the woman gasped out.
Lansseax chuckled throatily, gave her neck a little lick before parting. The acolyte turned to roll onto her back, blushing deeply. She couldn't stop her heart racing as the beautiful being loomed over her, hungry eyes focused between her thighs. She was almost mortified by how wet she was, but Lansseax didn't mind.
"Shall I...present myself, my Lady?" she asked, assuming she wanted that.
Lansseax made a deep, lovely growl that filled her throat with heat and hunger. It was so deeply arousing that the woman took hold of her horns, unable to stop herself. Lansseax smirked up at her, tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"I shall enjoy gazing upon you first," she grunted, letting her cock rub against her wet folds a little, teasing her.
"My Lady…" the woman gasped when Lansseax pushed the hems of her robes up along her waist. She spread her legs gently with two hands and got a lovely view of her wet, swollen folds.
She never looked upon the other women she mated with. They were always on their hands and knees for her. It made the acolyte nearly weep.
Lansseax breathed deep, loomed over her as she rubbed her cock back and forth over her.
"Your scent is wonderful…" she rumbled. "And you are prepared to receive me, my dear."
The woman nodded, desperately wanting to be filled by her. "Please…" she begged, against her lips when Lansseax kissed her.
Lansseax huffed deeply, her noises distinctly animal as she undressed herself, revealing her lovely, slender body, rippling with raw muscle and peppered with only a few lines of scales. She was powerful, deadly and beautiful.
"My mate," she rumbled, "All the world's pleasure shall be yours."
She dragged herself through her folds one final time before positioning herself against her entrance. The heat that welcomed her drew a hiss from her lips. The acolyte was grateful when Lansseax made certain to ease in slowly for her, rock her hips, give her time to stretch her open very gently. Each little thrust and she was deeper and deeper inside of her.
She gave her soft, throaty cries and Lansseax held her gaze as she wished, watching for any discomfort and unease. Her eyes looked almost black, her large frame enormous against the light of the moon.
Lansseax had her hands down on either side of her, the acolyte holding her waist and trying to hold her gaze.
"Good, relax." she encouraged, "You're doing so well."
The acolyte looked down, watching the lewd sight of her cock slowly working inside of her. The moment she was completely sheathed inside of her, she lost it and tossed her head, letting out a string of broken moans.
"Oh, my Lady," she whimpered.
"Am I hurting you?" Lansseax whispered, her tone throaty.
The acolyte moaned against her cheek when she licked her again. "No!"
Lansseax chuckled, pleased by the response. The woman was lost in pleasure that rushed through her blood and she let out soft, shameless cries, whimpering once she finally bottomed out inside of her. She clenched, fluttered around her as she tried to grow accustomed to her sheer size. She was one long, glorious slick sheathe for her and she was loving every moment of it.
"I'm going to move now." Lansseax warned her.
The dragon thrust a little and the acolyte cried out softly, clutching her hips. Lansseax rumbled deeply, watching her with an incredibly wonderful, passionate smile as she began a rhythm gently inside of her.
The acolyte smiled up at her, but it faltered the moment she began to move. Every little ridge of her rubbed so exquisitely against her inner walls, every thrust sent pulses of heat through her body.
"Yes?" Lansseax made certain that she liked it. That this was the right pace and the acolyte nodded fiercely.
She watched the powerful muscles in her belly clench, watched the way she moved inside of her. Each thrust of that hard cock into her sensitive cunt sent fire through her veins, drawing cries from her lips.
Lansseax leaned her head down for a kiss and the acolyte whimpered against her mouth, feeling so wonderfully filled by her.
"Oh, oh Gods..." the acolyte tried to hold her gaze, but it was too much and she closed her eyes, straining. "It's so good."
Lansseax rumbled, pressing her weight fully on her and cupping the back of her head, kissing her throat and biting down.
"I love watching you," she growled softly, "Such a beautiful mate you are. You adore me, you cherish me."
The acolyte was nearly emotional hearing those words. To be loved by this dragon, this beautiful being was something she never dreamed of happening. She was held so gently as she thrust into her.
"You..." she tried to speak to her, but ended up clawing her back instead. "My Lady, it's so good. It feels so good."
Lansseax's teeth fixed into her shoulder with a throaty noise. "I want you to feel good for me."
She was growing wetter, her cries coming closer together as she took everything her beloved dragon gave her. The angle was perfect those soft words were perfect and it all slowly began to overwhelm her as she drew closer to that blissful end. Lansseax sensed it, felt her slowly falling apart for her.
"Yes, that's it…" she crooned. "Let me hear your cry."
Gods, how could anyone be so wonderful.
The acolyte strained against her, responding to her deep thrusts with movements of her own hips and she finally came for her, stiffening with a fierce shriek. She certainly came for her, and it drove her to thrust harder, faster into her as her release seared her, sent pulses of heat all through her body.
Lansseax rolled her hips gently a little more, letting her grandually come down from her orgasm. She cupped her cheek, kissed her and the acolyte's body was wracked with trembles as she calmed, taken by her gentleness.
"So beautiful..." Lansseax sighed.
The acolyte looked down watching as she gently rolled her hips into her again. She was still hard inside of her.
Lansseax smiled. "Did you wish me to finish our session so soon?" she questioned. "I am a dragon, my dear. I can withhold my end as long as I need."
The acolyte gaped at that. "That's impressive."
Lansseax laughed at her expression. "We have gifts to please our mates." she explained. "If you wish for me to finish, then I shall finish."
The woman blushed deeply, trembling with need. "Can we lay down?"
She laid down on her side and Lansseax laid back behind her, pressed flush against her. Her mouth pressed kisses against the back of the acolyte's neck.
"Is this comfortable enough for you?" Lansseax breathed, nuzzling the back of her ear with her nose.
"Yes," the acolyte smiled as she circled her waist with one arm. "It's nice, my Lady."
"Good." Lansseax gently rubbed herself against her backside. "Open your legs for me."
The acolyte trembled, parting her thigh only a little so that it allowed the head of her cock to press against her entrance. She focused solely on her scent, the feel of her skin against her back and her arms circling her waist to hold her steady.
She was thankful the dragon took her time rocking into her to avoid overstimulating her lover.
Lansseax was then burying her face in her neck, giving the most beautiful purr into her skin. The acolyte couldn't help but rumble softly in response, letting herself set the pace and tease the overstimulated woman in her arms. Each little thrust and she was deeper and deeper inside of her once more. She leaned her head back and felt Lansseax smile against her cheek before she gave a low, deep groan once she was fully sheathed inside of her.
"Are you alright?" she asked, so softly, so deeply against her neck.
It melted the woman in her arms and the acolyte nodded her head. "Mmhmm." she barely managed to get out.
"Good." Lansseax crooned, her tone a thick purr deep in her chest.
She could do nothing but let her hold her, feel her hands run up and down her chest, take her breasts in hand and hold them. Lansseax groaned softly against her neck and it was wonderful; the acolyte was taking every slow stroke of her cock deep inside, the hands that held her chest.
The slow pace was doing wonders for her; she was flooded with warmth, wonderful heat and intense starbursts of pleasure with every thrust of that hard cock deep inside of her.
"M-My Lady," the woman managed to force out, "I won't last…much longer."
Lansseax laughed gently, adoring her. "You don't have to hold back."
"I want it." the acolyte gasped out. "I want you to finish."
She clenched down at that growling voice. It drew a startled gasp from Lannseax and she began to thrust harshly now in response. But she was faster here, breathless and delighted, uttering low, deep moans of need. The fire rekindled, each thrust of that hard cock into her sensitive cunt awakening her again.
The sound of her thighs slapping against the back of hers mixed with her grunts and gasps, along with her wanton cries filled the air. The acolyte could feel it; that moment drew close for her Lady and she could feel her fierce determination as she thrust toward her goal.
She wanted to feel her spill herself into her, make her hers.
Even when her teeth clamped down on her throat to hold her there, she was somehow aware of her fierce, animal roar as she came.
Through the intense throbbing in her head and the roar of blood, she heard her groan, felt her toss her head back as her hips stuttered. She clutched her shaking thighs, held her to her until she was giving her all of it.
She felt the hot pulses of her release and she was spilling herself deep inside of her. The woman was overtaken by her own pleasure, blinded by the light that passed over her eyes, the feel of the dragon's hot seed filling her, spilling out of her down her inner thighs. There was always so much of it, all for her.
The deep, strained groan from Lansseax's chest filled her ears and her hips rose instinctively as the dragon fucked her through it, filled her to the brim with so much of her.
When she finally came down from her orgasm; she gave her several feeble thrusts, holding her tightly to her body.
The silence felt a bit loud and the acolyte shivered and turned her head when Lansseax kissed her neck. She wanted a proper kiss on the lips and didn't ask this time. Lansseax rumbled, purring throatily as she held her in her arms, pushing her cock a few times into her, enjoying the way she fluttered around her, gripped her tightly.
"You are such a precious mate," Lansseax rumbled, clearly exhausted and pleased.
"My Lady." the acolyte moaned softly, feeling her emotions twist her heart.
"Call me by my name, my dear."
The dragon watched her lips as she spoke her name, brushed her fingers across them. "Yes, my name sounds wonderful on your lips. Say it again while I finish you."
"Lansseax." the acolyte whispered.
She moaned lowly when Lansseax started to thrust inside of her again. She was overwhelmed by her need, her love as she held her once more, determined to finish her. Lansseax kissed her, sucked her throat.
"Lansseax!" the acolyte sobbed out in earnest when those fingers reached down to rub across her clit, coax the orgasm from her body in such blissful ways.
When she came again, the dragon actually moaned for her this time, whispering her name as her release poured over her, clutching her backside tight in her hand until her claw-like nails dug into the flesh, pierced the skin.
She didn't mind it. It was a mark that she belonged to her and her alone.
