That night, everything was perfect. The cozy atmosphere of our room, the soft lighting casting sensual shadows on our bodies, my boyfriend's warm breath against my skin. We had decided to explore something new, to push our limits together. Dracyna the Scaly Seductress was waiting on the bedside table, her reptilian silhouette promising a transformation I had never experienced before.
I took it in hand, feeling the supple but detailed texture under my fingers. Each sculpted scale, each carefully placed relief seemed designed to awaken new sensations. I dripped a good dose of lubricant on my sex before slowly sliding the sheath. As soon as it enveloped me, I felt this exquisite pressure, tight just the right amount, like a second skin more intense, more bestial.
As I stepped toward him, his gaze was burning with desire. He reached out, caressing the surface of the sex toy before brushing his fingertips over my torso. I laid him down on the bed, dominating his body beneath mine, savoring every shudder as he slowly opened up to me. I positioned myself against him, letting Dracyna's tapered tip brush his entrance, teasing him slowly, preparing him for what was to come.
He groaned as he arched his back, eagerness and excitement in his voice. So, slowly, I pushed into him, inch by inch, the silicone sliding into him with perfect ease. His body adapted to the particular texture of the sheath, the ridges and ribs of the dragon sex creating ripples of pleasure with each movement. He gripped my hips, his legs wrapping around me as I pushed deeper, feeling the intensity of this new shape myself.
The feeling was unreal. Each thrust increased the pressure, each thrust seemed to amplify his pleasure. I could feel his muscles contracting around me, responding to the smallest details of the sex toy, each bump intensely stimulating his most sensitive spot. His breathing became erratic, his moans louder as I accelerated, taking him harder, deeper.
I wanted to see him lose his footing beneath me, so I increased my pace, coming in harder, more animalistic strokes. His nails dug into my back as he writhed beneath me, his pleasure building in uncontrollable waves. His body throbbed, every nerve on alert as he was gradually filled, every texture arousing a new burn of arousal.
Then, the inevitable. One last powerful thrust, his cry muffled against my neck as his body tensed in an uncontrollable spasm. He came with raw intensity, his orgasm shaking him from head to toe, his back arched, his hold on me feverish and burning. Feeling him contract around me, reacting to every pulse, sent me over the edge too. A wave of pleasure swept over me, my own body trembling under the power of this extraordinary experience.
When we finally caught our breath, pressed against each other, I heard him whisper in a still breathless voice:
“When do we start again?”
I smiled. Dracyna had just added a whole new dimension to our fun. And it certainly wouldn't be the last time.
