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She tilts her head back, sighing, rocking her hips, making his cock disappear. "I could ride you all night long," she leans forward, hands upon Crizsluz's chest. She scratches at his scales, smiling down at him with a wide and toothy grin. "You can't get me knocked up, so I can fuck you as much as I want. Whoever cut off your balls must have been kinky."

She bounces on him, keeping her eyes locked upon the dragon's. She doesn't regard his safety as she bounces on his lap, her fingers clenching, scratching at his chest. "Mmm, fuck yeah, that's a good pole you have! Who's a good pole for his mistress?"

The dragon whimpers.

She slaps them across the face and squishes his cheeks together. "What did you say, pole?" she snarls, pushing her nose right up against Crizsluz's.

The dragon's eyes water as her fingers poke into his tender scales. Soon, he responds through breathy gasps. "M... e.eee?"

"That's a good hole," she says, running the hand up over his head. "When you live in a world of illusion and lies, you need someone to speak the truth to you, just to... mmm... get you... ah... to enjoy... it"

"Oh, by the gods," she sighs, shuddering, her walls convulsing around Crizsluz's length, getting the dragon closer and closer to a final release. "How are you so useless and yet so perfect? Aaah.... C... come on, show me what you got. I want to feel that big eruption like you're gonna bury me in baby batter!"

Crizsluz rocks his hips against the vixen's insides, pushing deeper and deeper into her, spreading her, filling her, pleasing her.

"Aaah, yes... th... that's.... Fuck! You're good!" She leans back, reaching behind her and tracing the scar tissue. She presses her thumb against that soft flesh, pushing up into the skin, until it wraps around her finger. "Aaah, hehee... It's almost like you're a girl with a dick than you are a man. Do you like me fingering your pussy? I can give you one, if you'd like."

Crizsluz grabs onto her hips now, pushing her down, encouraging her to speed up.

"My, my, you've finally gotten around to enjoying it, have you? Was it the pussy comment?"

Crizsluz shakes his head.

"Hehe, that's fine. It wouldn't be real any... f... fuuuck!"

It's then that the cock finds its way to hitting her in that special spot, right with the rhythm that she loves. The dragon holds tightly to the fox's body, pushing her over his length as he pushes up against her.

No more does Cesrastra reprimand him for doing anything she doesn't say, because he is providing her just what she wants and what she needs.

The dragon's final thrust hilts against her hips, locking the two together. His cum shoots out deep up inside of the fox, filling her up in a warm bath inside her womb.

Cesrastra sighs, leaning over him, using the dragon's chest as support. "H... aha.... How pi... pitiful," she mopes. "You're out of steam after all that?" She shakes her head, smirking.

The fox lifts herself up, letting oozing jizz slide down out of her and onto Crizsluz's pole. She tuts, running a finger down between her legs and scooping up some of the semen, examining it by rubbing her thumb and index finger together.

"Perfectly clear," she says, spreading her fingers apart, watching the goop fall from one and onto the other. "You couldn't impregnate me even if you tried. Your family line dies with you. Isn't that funny?"

Crizsluz is silent, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their orgasms.

She stands over them, hands wrapped around herself, just under her breasts. "But, you've performed well. I think you'll do to be my personal servant from now on. Would you like that?" Don't just lay there like a useless log. Speak up, pole!"

Crizsluz pushes himself up to his elbows, but Cestrastra falls upon him, pressing his cock against his stomach as she drapes her arms over his shoulders.

"I can't hear you." The sorceress growls.

"I... I want to go home." The dragon whimpers.

The fox smirks. "Well, I suppose that can be allowed... a little rest and recuperation can be fine for someone who has done so well for me." She traces a finger over his jaw and back up over the back of his head, over his horn and then to his cheek. "But, I need assurances that you will be here for me when I call for you. A mistress has needs, after all."

He frowns in a questioning gaze, only to find the fox's grasp tight against his cheek.

She holds them still, her other hand pressing a sharp finger to his open cheek, tracing a sigil upon the scales, searing the mark of the sorceress upon his form.

She rocks her hips against him, offering the conflicting feelings of pleasure and pain to the dragon, and pulls back, leaving them wanting and leaving him with the throbbing pain of the brand upon his cheek.,

"There we go," she says, shaking her finger off in the air. "A beautiful mark for my newest acquisition. Now, no one will bother you if they value their lives. You are my property, and I will call upon you again. Do not be late when I do."

Crizsluz rubs his cheek, stumbling to his feet. "Y... yes, I... understand."

"Good," the vixen says, looking between his legs. "And, how will you feel about coming back to me and my body?"

Crizsluz blinks and looks away from her. "I would love to fuck you, mistress."

"That's a good, good pole," she coos, leaving them with a long and languid laugh that fills his mind in all of his lonely moments, dreading and longing for his chance to return to her.