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She would give a pleased purr as she looked up, thankful for the compliment... in more then one way. It was nice to be praised, she would admit that, particularly on her practical skills. Maybe her dragon would like something special later? To command her to make something in particular? Or at least, for Selia's home, to let her know how she would like her other property to decorate it? Still, her eyes would show her pleasure, even as she hummed, and her tongue would begin to wrap around and circle the cock in her mouth, even as she would have to shuffle back.

Of course, as the hand was on her hair, there was a flutter in her heart, anticipation building in her loins, as her mouth began to water with hope. Was her dragon going to begin to fuck her face? To ravage and plunder it? She would admit, that there was something about the stories told around the harem, of a young linnorn on her wedding night, or as part of married life, being told that a linnorn had between things to do with her mouth and talk and then be face0fucked to the point of not being able to talk? Well, a girl could hope!

Still, as she would let Selia dictate the pace, though she would begin to suck, tongue moving around the shaft like a third hand, as she would bob and suck, wet slapping noises as it moved through a throat just as tight as her cunt. Still, her hands would be on her knees, even as she would lean forward, to take more cock in, as she tried to angle it to take as much as possible... after all, she wanted and needed this!
 
Selia panted heavily, groaning with delight as her sister sucked her drakehood, making the pleasure she felt soar higher, burn hotter, and the best way to sate the hunger would be to move faster, harder, and Yasin's watering mouth made that far easier to do in her tight throat. She let out a long, pleasurable groan as she smacked her hips into her sister's face, slightly leaning over the kneeling linnorn as she eagerly rammed her tight throat, wanting to satisfy herself in it, flood it with her seed. She wondered how adept her sister would be at swallowing the fount of drakejizz that was sure to follow.

As Yasin leaned forward and adjusted her angle, Selia could feel her climax creeping up inside her. A lustful growl rose from her chest as one hand slid down to the back of the Linnorn's neck, keeping her from drawing away so much as she roughly facefucked her little toy. She felt like she could just melt in her sister's mouth, but just before she did, she pulled all the way out, reached down to grasp her hands, and brought them to her aching, twitching member.

"Kiss me, lick me, finish my work, slut." she breathed huskily, leaned her sister's shoulders back so she was sitting straight up on her knees, leaning back a bit, wanting to shoot streams of cum on her intended's body before stuffing her face with her cock, thoroughly coat her mouth and throat before her orgasm was done, maybe even get a few more long thrusts in.
 
As her sister began to move, as hips moved and balls slapped against her chin, she would give a happy coo, even as her eyes would shine with glee, her throat vibrating around the cock slamming into her, as her tongue formed a second ring, moving back and forth, pumping as it thrust in. Lips and tongue vibrated as she cooed and moaned her pleasure and enjoyment, even as her sister used her mouth and throat, and yet, as her sister growled, as she was about to find release... she would give a sad mewl, begging and pleading, even as her wide eyes ask what she did wrong, did she disappoint? Was she not good enough? Was her throat not tight, not wet enough?

And so, as the command came, she would move quickly, hands moving and pumping, desperate and eager as they would stroke along her length, as she whimpered and begged, lips kissing the head of the cock, as her tongue would lash over the sides and almost be trying to press into the urethra, or back up, as she desperately tried to milk and pleasure that shaft. She needed her sister to find release. She needed to please her, to pleasure her. And so, as hot digits would move, some spaced to that air would suck in and out in a moving vacuum against her dick, she hoped that she would manage, that she would please her....

And maybe as a reward her sister would, until the honeymoon was over, stop treating her like a child and start like something to be used? Really, she could go back to being a person later. She wanted to be a toy damn it!
 
"Don't be sad, your cumdump of a throat is far from done." Selia assured, knowing how happy Yasin had been with her dragonhood deep in her throat, "Make sure you give me a really good purr when it goes back in, I like how your throat makes it feel." She added, watching her sister's fingers move along her throbbing member, shuddering as the tongue struck out against the head. As the soft muscle reached the urethra, Selia let out a soft hiss and then groaned loudly, hot cum blasting against Yasin's tongue, streaking out past across her cheek, into hair, over one eye. It made her grin lustfully to see her cum marking her toy, the deep, rumbling growl that came with the grin made this even more apparent.

Selia moved her little sister's arms to angle her cock down, dousing her body with her seed, then pulled Yasin's head back to her cock, crying out ecstatically as she pumped her thick member deep in the girl's throat, thoroughly covered the insides of her mouth and the depths of her throat with drakejizz, her balls smacking against her chin as swiftly as just before she had pulled out, but soon just buried herself deep inside, thrusting so hard like that threw her into an even more maddening climax. Selia's hands quickly moved to pin Yasin in place as she cried out, though her hands took turns moving down to claw at her back, almost as hard as the pleasure clawed at her, legs shaking from the intense orgasm rippling through the Drake, "Fuck! Aaah, yes! You sweet slut! Drink it all, my little cumdump!"
 
While giving their dragon pleasure was the most arousing thing for a linnorn, to the point where really it did not matter how their dragon was using them, only that they were, that they did not need to have stimulation in the traditional sense. Was it fun, and did it feel good? Of course it did, but that was nothing compared to giving pleasure to their dragon. So, in a way, on their knees and using their face and throat, where it could only pleasure their dragon? Paradoxically, this was the most arousing spot for a linnorn to be in, to be servicing and pleasuring their dragon. And so, as her sister complimented her, she would preen and coo...

And then, as she was marked, as rich, creamy seed would splash on her, she would purr and moan, even as hands forced that erupting shaft back down her throat, as she would begin to swallow (she was a good girl after all), throat bulging as she would gulp, moving and pulsing in rippling waves to milk and take as much dick as she could, to swallow as much as she was given, all the while forming a velvet vice around the flesh, tongue pumping as her face was fucked. Of course the claws hurt, but as it was her dragon? It was a good hurt, and it would heal quickly and cleanly enough, even as she whimpered and purred, eyes blurring a bit, as the stinging and sharp edges of the claws would show some red, though no bleeding, not yet.
 
Selia panted heavily, smiling down at her sister as she took deep breaths, in the haze of her climax, all she could think of was how good it felt to mark her little sister in cum, how wonderfully tight Yasin's throat was, she hadn't noticed the back she was lining with red, though the claws did press down just a bit more when the second rush struck her. The dragon's flood of sperm in Yasin's throat seemed to go on forever, with no end in sight, but it did eventually slow, and clarity was returned to her. She could've pulled out, taken a seat until she recovered her breath, instead she left her throat in her fucktoy's mouth just to enjoy how she looked. Selia recalled how sweet her sister sounded when she was using her, and petted Yasin's head roughly, "Good girl, you're just a natural cum-chugger, and so good with that tongue of yours...mm, mine, rather." She praised with a smile as she dragged her cock back out of Yasin' mouth, laid her hands on the Linnorn's shoulders and stared at the streaks of white decorating her body, she certainly looked well loved, especially in the face, which made her feel even better about what she did, everyone would know that the Linnorn at Selia's feet was thoroughly claimed. There was just one more hole that hadn't been filled.

Selia pressed her sister down on her back, then turned her over onto her stomach, and grabbed hips, until her sister was on her knees, her face against the floor and her butt in the air. She reached down and took Yasin's hands, which she laid on the Linnorn's ass, spreading her sister's cheeks with her own hands to reveal the next fuckhole she'd claim. She didn't hesitate, pushing her dick against her smaller sister's asshole just as soon as she mounted her sister, her hands groping soft, cum streaked breasts.
 
As she swallowed, as she would milk that cock, as she would be a vibrating sheathe around it, tongue moving up and down in steady strokes to clean and coax more out, to prolong the orgasm and the pleasure, she would give another whimper, as claws came down. It hurt, but it was what Selia wanted, so it was good. By definition, however her sister treated her was good and she eager to please, even as the flood ceased. Still, she had not been told to stop vibrating, squeezing around the shaft in her throat, and she would keep doing so until her owner decided otherwise. Because really, as her sister laid claim to her like that? Said that her body was hers? She would shiver, and there was something close to an orgasm, as her folds would be leaking a bit more feminine juices, in addition to the cum. And so, as she was praised, she would smile up as the cock left her mouth, cooing with pleasure.

And then of course, she found her face being ground into the floor while her hands spread her ass open for the plundering, placed there and used to assist as her anal virginity was taken... and likely her face was going to be rubbed and ground into the floor as her sister proceeded to claim that ass thoroughly. As the cock would move in, she would shiver, and there was something about her rear that would try and suck that cock in, as it tightened around the intruding member, as if trying to expel it, bowel muscles pumping and moving, rubbing down... even as inadvertently they worked to also suck up and in, as she would begin to give a pleased, if muffled squeal of delight.
 
Selia groaned deeply as she took Yasin's tight anus, squeezing her sister's breasts in reaction to the pumping, clenching muscles all around her, she was already very stimulated as her Linnorn fucktoy had kept up her vibrations and lips like an airtight seal, so she was very eager to hilt inside her bride's ass, the muscles guiding her in, pulling her down, and the sounds Yasin was making only served to encourage her to go as deep as she could, as soon as she could, and so she did.

She was growling long and hard as she spread her sister's ass with her drakedick, and moved her hands up to her back instead, her hands roughly petting Yasin's head, pushing her face into the floor as she filled her toy's third hole, drew back, and rammed right back in, panting as she stated to ravage her sister's anus, pulling against the pumping muscles pulling her in, thrusting deeply with little effort as her body was practically being swallowed by her sister's bowels.
 
As she was used, and to another races view abused, she would give a pleased howl, even as her ass would turn to rippling and sucking, trying to get as much dick inside of her... even as it would continue to massage, grip and try and expel it, muscles clamping down as more and more cock was slammed into her body. Still, even as she would be examining the floor with her chin and nose, luckily, there would not be any actual damage, or least nothing that would not heal quickly, she would have given up trying to form coherent words, just whimpering and begging with her needy moans, as she bucked, hips trying to meet, even as she would be driven down onto the ground.

Her knees, after one particularly hard thrust, would wobble, even as she let loose a plaintive whine. She did not want to disappoint her sister by failing, but moving when she was not commanded. She was a toy, to be used, not to use her sister, even as her ass clenched, as her folds gushed again, and she gave another moan, muffled against the stone floor.
 
Selia panted lustfully, it was almost a battle to drag her cock out, and she would celebrate by thrusting back into her sister. After Yasin's legs started wobbling, she reached around under the Linnorn's chest, pulling her up off the floor a bit while she roughly groped her breasts, "Come on, hold yourself up for me, little fucktoy, I'm this close to filling your tight ass!" She gave a rather rough squeeze to her younger sister's breasts to give her an idea of how close she was now, hoping to encourage her to find the strength to keep her ass in the air, though she soon just hilted her throbbing member deep inside Yasin's ass, and grabbed her thighs to keep them up and spread so her toy could milk her cock instead.
 
She would whine and firm her knees, as she would wiggle under her grip, as she wold try and milk that shaft, as she would grind and move, muscles moving like some sort of conveyor belt to try and move along the dick. She needed to please her, needed to milk her, even as from her nipples came a small spurt of milk, as she moaned, eager and needy, ass raised proudly as she would try and do her best, gripping, squeezing, doing her best to have her ass vibrate around that cock as it clenched and became hotter, as she moaned. Her own battle, her own celebration would be to be filled and well used.
 
"Oh, you filthy little slut!" Selia groaned, breathing heavily as she bit down on her sister's back, the pleasure building inside her as Yasin's ass massaged her thick member. The Drake took a deep breath after a minute like that, and roughly slammed her hips into her sister's rear a few times, shoving back in hard and deep, her cock throbbed inside the hot tunnel as she released her hot, thick seed deep inside her sister's bowels. She let out deep breaths as she bit and licked across her chief wife-to-be's back, marking her well as her mind reeled from the pleasure shooting through her--and emptying into Yasin.
 
As the third load of the day entered her, and as teeth make little red spots bloom across her back only to be lapped up, she would squeal, whimper and try to redouble her efforts, all muscles aiming to milk and squeeze and please that dick, as she would be taking all her sister-dragon was willing to offer, serving as a vessel for her seed and a toy for her pleasure. Sure, she hoped that Selia would keep using her like this for a bit, after all, good girls are their dragons sexy-toys!
 
Selia groaned harder as her sister continued squeezing her cock, and decided she would stay in the nice hole she was already so deep inside of--at least for a while longer. After a few minutes, she slid her throbbing member back out of Yasin's ass, cum dripping off it, as she had filled her fucktoy quite a bit--it was likely a lot would leak out on its own.

She rolled her sister onto her back and wrapped her lips around the young Linnorn's left nipple. She knew for sure she felt something wet come out of the girl's breasts just before, and planned to drink as much as there was. She squeezed the soft flesh, kneading it hungrily for a few moments before going to the other one, "I think I'll be here a while, so show me what else your hands can do."
 
She shivered, as she would serve as a sheathe, trying to keep the muscles moving, to milk and grip the cock for however long Selia wanted to remain sheathed inside of her, even as she would give a pout and a whimper as the cock would leave and the warm spill of cum would begin to move onto her thighs, pushed out by the simple fact of gravity... and the fact that there was a bit much inside of her bowels.

Still, as she would be flipped again, she would give a pleased little giggle, even as she gave a soft gasp, her nipple hard as steel and leaking faint amounts of fluid. Now, the funny quirk of biology. Linnorn did not breastfeed their young, as they were, despite appearances and behavior, reptilian and not mammalian. So, what purpose did the fluid serve? While it would begin somewhat generic, it would adapt to their dragons tastes, being something similar to natural alcohol and fuel factories. Or rather, something like beer mixed with gasoline.

To a species that did NOT have fire breath, it could be said to be something of an acquired taste.
 
The Drake moaned deeply as the heavy, burning sensation in the back of her throat grew with every suck and squeeze she gave the Linnorn's breast, drawing out more "milk", and whichever hand wasn't busy squeezing would run her fingers though her sisters hair. She often wondered the breast fluid of a Linnorn was like, and she was not disappointed with the taste, indeed she planned to make herself at home over the soft mounds until she was content with what she had--though the Linnorn's breasts would likely be empty before then.
 
As more of her 'milk' was suckled from her breasts, she would coo, even as her hands would reach down, tracing patterns along the scales, trying to reach at her shaft, to tickle and tease, even as they would move to all the erogenous zones above that first, as she would attempt to continue to please her sister. For the most part, she was throwing herself into this, and would likely stop being quite so... well, she would be less of a doormat (most likely) in the future. Still, as finger tips would explore, teasing and moving, she would smile down, something like contented pride in her eyes, pleased that her dragon was pleased with her offerings thus far.

And of course, she was rather young, and thus, she would not have really been able to either store much in the way of milk, nor would she ave particularly great recovery time for it. Still, she would offer until the well was dry, cooing and moaning all the while.
 
The coos and moans Yasin made as Selia suckled her breasts were very pleasant to Drake, but by no means did she calm, humming approvingly as her sister's hands explored above her shaft. She wanted to have her explore even more, with her hands and mouth. Once the fluid stopped coming, Selina gave her sister's breasts one last squeeze before moving up along her body, the head of her member sliding up her little sister's body, up to her face, tracing her lips with her cock, pressing into her mouth, but just the tip.

She did love how her sister's mouth felt, but she had different plans this time and only wanted to enjoy it for a little while before turning around, her ass in Yasin's face, just far enough that she could see everything, "You'll please me here, next." Selia panted, her fingers playing with the hard peaks of Yasin's breasts.
 
She would coo, and as lips were traced, giving them a thin coating of some of the sexual fluids, she would make sure to open up, even as her tongue would, for the time it was there, trace the head and urethra, to suckle and lick and pleasure while it was in her mouth. She did so without actual conscious thought, without anything passing through her mind. It wad the tip of her sisters dick, what else was she to do with it inside of a mouth meant to pleasure her?

Still, as her nipples around yield to her sisters fingers, she would give a whine of agreement, as she would lick and kiss, tongue moving around the rosebud, lapping along the sides of the crack of her ass, even as she would breathe in through her nose, to blow, focused, so that the air would shoot down her pucker, even as the tip of her tongue would press, every now and then as she moved, against her anal ring, asking to go inside.
 
The feeling--as well as the sight, her sister's lips completely around her, pleasuring her--of the tongue against her cock was so good, that for a time she almost decided to just finish in her fucktoy's slutty little mouth--but she wanted to be pleasured in every way by her Linnorn. When Yasin's tongue came into contact with her rear, she knew she wouldn't be disappointed.

She let out a deep moan, angling her hips back as her sister kissed and licked around her pucker, blissful groans falling from her lips as her sister's tongue pressed against the entrance of her asshole, "Mm, yeah...get your soft, slutty tongue in there, Yasin." Selia panted, reaching behind her to pull her face in closer, grinding against her as she focused on the attention her anus would soon receive. She wanted to completely enjoy her rosebud being worshiped before finishing again. Surely that would be enough for her--until the wedding, at least.
 
As she would move, nose grinding against the flesh valley, she would breath into that crack, even as her wiggling, trashing tongue would insert itself into her sisters rear, pushing and probing past the anal ring as she would begin to lick the inside rapidly, like her organ was some worm on a hook or a thrashing serpent. Still, as she would all but vibrate, trying to do her best to make her tongue into some organic vibrator moving as deep as it could into her sisters ass, she would hum, as her lips would be planted firmly on the edges of the hole, vibrating, breathing in, face and shoulders in place to almost be a seat...

And for the greater part, that was an unconscious thing on the linnorns part.
 
Selia pushed back into her sister's face, taking advantage of her sister's position, rocking her hips as she panted in bliss. As she rode the young Linnorn's face, she slid her hands under her head, groaning lustfully as her little sister's tongue pleased her anus with her tongue, carrying the vibrations of her hum through her velvety muscle, "Ah, good little slutty girl, mm, your tongue feels so good!"

"Wet your fingers in your pussy juice and jerk me off on your breasts!" Selia panted, her cock throbbing for attention now.
 
She would comply in an instant, as the words were spoken, fingers dipping into her folds, whimpering and moaning into her sisters ass, she would would make sure that in her riding and grinding that her nose would be in position to rub and tease, that her brow and cheeks would press and be something that she could use to bring herself pleasure, beyond that of a seat. Still, with a whimper and a cry of eagerness, as she would raise her wet hands to the shaft, they would begin to pump, cradling that dick as she moved them forward and back.

From balls to tip, as far as her arms would reach, she would jerk her, speeding up, moving quickly, working and wanking that cock, even as her breasts perked up, ready to receive the awaiting load.
 
Selia purred loudly as her sister touched herself--just long enough to get her hands wet--and then gave her drakehood the attention of those slender digits. Each and every inch of her sister's face was pleasing some part of her rear, so her sister's whimpers and moans were especially enjoyable. Her panting and moaning sharply picked up with her sister's pace as she made humping motions, her fingers digging into the young Linnorn's hair, as if to push her deeper into her anus that was already twitching, rippling around her younger sister's tongue.

"Mm, Yasin...you sweet little slut!" Selia panted out, arching her back and rubbing her ass into her sister's face as the pleasure in her tipped her over the edge, her cock released shot after shot of hot, thick cum all over her sister's breasts, though some seed trailed down to her stomach or spilled back onto her clavicle. Even once her shot her load onto her sister, she took a breather atop Yasin's face, shifting her hips a bit as she slowly stood up, turning to smile down at the mess she made on the Linnorn, "I'll take a nap now, don't wanna use up all my energy before the ceremony..."
 
For her own part, as her sister took her pleasure from her body, Yasin would not be going anything but whimpering and cooing in need and desire, even as her hands would work to coax out last bits of seed, the last eager things of her sisters balls to coat her breasts... even as she was wondering what she had in mind next? Or, even as it felt for a moment as if her head was going to slip inside of the cheeks and even be pressed inside of her anal ring, even as she would give a pleased whimper and cry of release, as the seed would drip, moving along her body.

Still, panting, face flushed and eager, she would slowly nod, more inclining her head towards her dragon, even as she would be smiling. "Would my dragon desire an oral alarm clock?" Her tone was properly demure, even as she waited on her knees for instructions. "And how long would my dragon wish to slumber?"
 
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