THE EVENING STROLL (Lesbian)

🔸Chapter 4

Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!

She throws me on the bed.

"I thought dragons did not have beds," I mutter.

"Do you think I'm sleeping in a human form on a pile of gold and precious stones. This is somehow not very convenient to sleep on stones and metal, or do you disagree?" says the dragon through clenched teeth, she's in a hurry. Her movements are sharp and imperious.

"Don't do it so hard!" I gasp when she squeezes my nipples through my sarafan.

"We need to get rid of your dress!"

Rrrip!

She rips my clothes on my chest with one light movement of her hand. I close my eyes. When I open them again, I see how pleased she looks gazing at my nipples.

I blush, but she doesn't. I spend much time with village girls and young women, but no one has ever looked at me like she's looking at me now. I've never been ashamed of my body, but now the mere thought that I am plastered absolutely naked in front of a woman makes me excited and thrilled.

"Why did you do that?" I almost cry. I feel so awkward when she looks at me like that.

She doesn't answer but shuts my mouth with her dewy kiss again. Her tongue moves in circles around my tongue; dragon's fingers are moving in circles around my hard nipples, making them hard and sore. I can't hold back my moans anymore.

The dragon moves away from me; she throws away what is left of my dress, and then falls with her mouth on my nipples.

I have seen many times how village women breastfeed, how my mother breastfed Zabava and my younger brother. It has always been something ordinary for me, but when I see my raspberry-red nipple in her mouth, I unintentionally arch my back from a completely new sensation that simply overwhelms the body and requires an exit.

During "cabbage" evenings without elders, young wives told us, little naive sillies, how wedding night with their husbands happened: many of them did not even like it.

They never said how exciting and pleasant it is! Maybe because they have never been with a dragon.

But what else can she do? Theoretically, I know how first night works, but she doesn't have... uhm... how did they call it... the root! It even sounds funny; how can such a funny thingy be beautiful and pleasant inside?

"Haaa!" I scream loudly.

Crystals glitter in her bedchamber too, but not so bright as in the cave below. We are also in a kind of cave, but it is located in a crevice, and multi-colored glasses, like in boyar houses or the Mokosh temples in the capital, let in the moonlight that veils over the Forest of Gray Spirits very down below the mountain.

"You can't!" I cry, but it doesn't seem to be out of pain. Her tongue penetrates where I touch only when I wash myself. "You can't do that!" Although, it feels like this is the only way it should be done.

"You're right!" the dragon growls, biting this very thing that looks like a berry – I shamefully don't even know how it is called – causing another wave of pleasure. "You have been hungry for a long time; my mouth is already full of your juices!" She removes her tongue, and I breathe a little sigh of relief. When she just kisses my mouth, I'm not so scared; she does continue kissing my lips while piercing me with her fingers. I scream and want to jerk away. It hurts, but it's also unbelievably pleasant at the same time. Her fingers slide surprisingly quickly inside me, causing a pulling sensation in my tummy and fluttering in my thighs.

She freezes, licks her fingers, and then plunges them again, but somehow differently, it seems that there is no more space in me, and I tearfully ask her to stop.

"It hurts!" I whisper

"You only think so," says the dragon, twisting my long braid around her arm.

"Just don't tear the ribbon! Dad gave it to me!" I really start to cry, and the dragon, blinking quickly, guiltily lets go of my braid, and she gently pulls her fingers out of my crotch.