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Her back pressed against him as he speared into her and held her up, the young woman felt his roar rattle through her young frame, her own body close to her own orgasm. It seemed that within a few minutes, or rather within him throbbing and exploding his gobs of ooze inside of her, she screamed out again and found her sticky wetness sliding down her thighs. " Nnngh, so much. "
 
He yanked his length out of her quickly, the stiff mass coated once again in his cum. She could feel the load he had shot inside her ass- just over a pint like all the others- weighing heavily inside her. He set her down in front of him and patted her on the head affectionately. "You can go wash up now," he told her, patting her on the bottom to usher her towards the pool of water.

Maybe the village would offer him another one of their girls as thanks for killing the wyvern. He'd always wanted to try having two women at once, but could never afford to… It might be fun to watch them together, he thought with a grin. Very slowly the softening of his length slowed and reversed.
 
Hating how he absolutely snatched himself away from her like that, if she could, she would have reached around and smacked him in his head, however she felt his cum dripping from her rear. Sitting for a moment as she regained a bit of her mind, the young woman shook her head when he patted her, mentally finding they were going to have to have a 'talk' if he kept doing little odd things like that. Moving carefully from the rock, she slid into the water as she had planned to before, moving under water before emerging and running her fingers back through her hair, " Finally, " If he were to have said such a thing out loud, in regards to going to get another one of her village's girls, Ibiza would have said he was being greedy. Just plain greedy.
 
He waded into the water behind her, washing the thick and partially congealed mixture of their lengthy sexual play off of his cock and his balls. "So what's your name?" he asked her as he climbed back out of the pond. It seemed like he didn't observe a need for bathing beyond the demands of comfort. Truth be told he didn't need it for odor control, the monster-man had a scent like a mixture of freshly fallen snow and some vague and barely perceptible chemical. He sat on the bank of the water watching her bathe, sprawling out comfortably on the sparse grass.
 
The water reaching her shoulders where she swam, the young woman made sure to clean her body of any sticky liquid he had left on her, enjoying the cool water as the sun poured down from the sky. Looking over to him when he asked what her name was, just now realizing that she hadn't ever asked him what his name was; Well, he didn't know hers either. " Ibiza, " Pausing as she floated back gently, her eyes ventured toward him again, " Yours? " Yes, what was the dragon's name anyway?
 
"Aisom," he told her, scratching at the back of his head nervously. "I guess you could call that my name anyways, it's what they called me at the temple. My mother didn't keep long enough t'give me a proper name, her an' the other villagers were planning on killing me until the priests came and offered to take me…" he paused, and it was clear he wished to say no more on the subject. "You have a very pretty name," he said awkwardly, attempting an affectionate smile.
 
Carefully reading the odd movements he made and the way he seemed to do a few things awkwardly, she wondered inwardly how many humans he had been around. Apparently not many, smiling softly when he stated his name, the young woman moved back toward the bank of the water when he explained the something of 'background' to his name. Though she was curious to know more about this story, she could see the way it seemed to either pain him or it was something he simply didn't want to talk about with her. Ibiza would ask again some other time. Now, however, she shifted her fingers through her hair again, watching as her wet locks fell over her chest and clung to her skin once she got out of the water, " You have a pretty name too, " She responded, laughing lightly at the way his teeth again exposed themselves with the way he smiled at her. Fortunately, it wasn't as startling as it had been before, kissing his cheek gently once she reached the lounging dragon.
 
His cheeks colored slightly at her gently brushing one of them with her lips. A man that could roughly and monstrously pound every hole of a girl who had been given to him as a sacrifice, but blushed when the same freshly-fucked girl gave him a peck on the cheek. Clearing his throat he stood and placed a hand on the small of her back, "So er… you ready to go get your new outfit yet?"
 
She could feel his skin warming up shortly after planting a kiss on his cheek, smiling gently before moving to carefully pull her hair up and away from her skin. Still slightly wet, the young woman pulled the white shirt onto her frame, noting how it stuck to her sides just slightly, Ibiza looking back up to him when he asked if she was ready to get her new outfit. Nodding softly, she supposed she really couldn't just walk around wearing a shirt the whole time now could she?
 
Aisom shook his head as he looked down at the clinging shirt, her moist body turning the thin fabric all but invisible. "I don't understand you fullbloods," he grunted, turning to move towards the camp. "I can see every part of you as easily as if you were nude, why bother with such an uncomfortable garment?" They made their way to the camp quite easily, it seemed he knew the way quite well, and he began strapping an enormous set of gleaming plate armor to his body.
 
Rolling her eyes at him as she folded her arms over her bust, the dark haired girl moved along behind him when he stated that he didn't understand, basically, her kind. " I was covered in your seed and naked. I'd rather be covered and wet than covered and sticky. " She responded, sticking her tongue out at him in a 'matter of fact' way before shrugging her shoulders lightly, " Besides, just because a big brute like yourself doesn't wear clothes doesn't mean no one else does. "
 
"I understand wearing clothes," he grunted, seemingly offended. "I understand modesty even if I don't have any need for it. I don't understand why you think such an outfit is modest. If anything, it's MORE enticing than being nude!"
His vocabulary was surprisingly broad for what anyone would have guessed to be an imbecilic brute. He continued, "Your barely obscured breasts draw the eye more than they would if bared, it's simply how the mind works."
 
Arms still folded over her heavy bust, Ibiza looked to him again when he announced that her wearing a wet shirt was all the more enticing than her being nude. Was that supposed to be a compliment? Well if that's what it was, then she wasn't sure she enjoyed how he had worded it, however he went on to explain a bit more. " Why are you complaining Aisom? " She asked, eyes curious and somewhat teasing as she looked to him with a softly tilted head.
 
He grunted, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. "A lot of reasons… to begin with I just genuinely don't understand how this is better than being nude." He stood, resplendent in his armor. He picked up a wooden quarterstaff that was nearly ten feet log and so thick that she might not be able to close her whole hand around it. "And I was looking forward to taking you through town nude, showing everyone that you're mine now because I have made you mine." He seemed genuinely embarrassed by this, as if even the little bit of himself he was opening up to her now was more than he had done in ages.
 
Deciding the possibility of him ever actually knowing why she just didn't want to parade around naked in her village, she supposed there would be a few reasons that would come out of the woodwork once they came back, hm? That was, if anyone decided to wander out through the village while this dragon came around looking for the seamstress to make her an outfit to his liking. Watching him stand up with a grunt and pick up his staff, just as Aisom did, the staff towered over her five three and a half height, shaking her head softly as she figured that thing had to be the size of a baby tree. Looking up at him when he stated that he'd planned on showing her off due to her now being his, shaking her head gently before asking, " Don't you think that they'd know with you carrying me back into the city with you? "
 
"I can't explain it," he grunted, turning and heading towards the village, using his weapon as a walking staff. This desire was a powerful instinct, to blatantly display that the woman he had mated with was unquestionably his. It was an instinct inherited from his father's side, and that ancient and powerful blood screamed at him to tear her clothes from her body and fill every hole with his cum again, cover her tits and her face and her hair so that ALL would know. He denied that brutality though, he was not his father. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he told her grudgingly, the effort it took to make that allowance ringing very plainly in his voice.
 
She hated how he seemed to be so unpleased with her being naked, mind working around it to easily to make it up to him later on, moving quietly behind him before hearing him again speak with a tone. Sighing softly, the young woman moved to walk along beside him, offering a soft smile before speaking, " You're being cranky, " She was only teasing, although Ibiza knew that he wasn't going to simply let go of the idea until she was set in her new outfit and he made sure that everyone knew she was his; Sounded like a greed complex coming on.
 
He could tell that she was bothered by his behavior, even though she was somewhat trying to hide it. Smiling warmlt, he reluctantly informed her, "Don't worry yourself about it… it's kind of like a marking instinct… one of the many less than pleasant urges my father gifted me with."
He reached out and gently pushed a lock of her damp hair away from her face. "Don't let it bother you," he told her solemnly, "It's an instinct I've never had the opportunity to experience before, you're the first woman who's slept with me without needing payment up front. I've overcome harder instincts before." And despite this, the blood of his fathers raged in his head, condemning him as a failure and a coward."
 
Ibiza knew it was taking a lot in him to tell her things like that, things about himself, and she knew it was only natural when you were speaking to someone who was something of a stranger. A stranger you had had sex with, of course. She could see her village coming into view from a distance, her eyes again looked up to the dragon man beside her when he pushed her hair away from her face. Raising a brow when he announced that she was the first who'd slept with him without needing some sort of payment, truthfully she'd never heard of a prostitute going to that extremity, but everyone had their needs hm? " I'll try not to. "
 
Aisom smiled at her, glancing around to see if anyone was watching before leaning in to loss her cheek. "Thank you for understanding…" he muttered before straightening, his stride quickening as the village came more and more into their sight.
 
Biting her bottom lip when he glanced around, raising a brow when he kissed her cheek, the dark haired girl nodded gently at his thank you before watching him walk faster toward the village. Rolling her eyes and laughing softly, she knew even if he was something of a softy dragon, he had to keep up appearances at least, the female's shirt having dried just slightly as she moved to catch up along behind him. The village seemed to grow all too silent upon seeing the large dragon move through the village toward the seamstress, the sacrificed Ibiza moving along behind him.
 
Aisom glared at everyone who stared at him, roughly seizing Ibiza by the neck and forcing her towards the shop… at least it seemed rough to an observer, to Ibiza his hand was inexpressibly gentle. His face was like thunder however, and he even snarled at one defiant young man. "Struggle a bit," he whispered down at her, "I'm going to tear the shirt down the back before we go into the shop."
 
It was only a matter of time before she knew exactly how this was probably going to play out, especially with the villagers cowering a bit to see he had brought his offering back. Fortunately, it wasn't to return her with the way he grabbed her, the appearance he was trying to portray held up well, stumbling slightly as he pushed her toward the seamstress's shop. She could hear him whisper behind her, grip still holding onto her neck, the young woman began to squirm in an attempt to get out of his grasp, just as she reached the front of the seamstress's shop.
 
She heard his deep voice whisper, "Thank you," before he roared. "Knock it off! You're MINE now, get used to it!"
With a quick motion she could hear her shirt rip wide open, but only she could see the surprise on his face. Apparently he hadn't much experience with ripping people's clothes off, because rather tearing down the back it tore in half and then some, leaving little more than a sleeve and a bit of the collar remaining. His face flushed slightly as he very surreptitiously hurried her more quickly to the seamstress's shop.
 
Wincing softly when he roared at her, the young woman was taken a bit by surprise when he ripped her shirt a bit differently as compared to how he said he was going to. Of course he probably had done it accidentally, but she knew better than to call him out on it, shivering faintly as she felt a breeze wrap around her body slightly, the shreds of her shirt hitting the ground once he let them go and pushed her inside the shop. Arms folding over her bust, not because she was mad at him, but because the elderly woman seemed to eye up her chest first before looking to the large dragon that followed in behind her.
 
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