Chapter 9 - Carry Totter and the Dragoness' Delectable Drink (Futa)
The thing with dragons was that, though utterly sensual in their voluptuous frames, they came off as exceptionally intimidating.
Take this one, for example; a fully-grown Hungarian Hornytail. At twenty feet tall, her curvaceous black frame still towered over the trembling Carry Totter even whilst poised on her knees. When she flexed the massive bat-like wings on her back, they seemed to blot out the very sun. She was utterly immense, utterly imposing, and yet at the same time utterly jaw-droppingly gorgeous.
Her grand body, black-scaled all around save the lighter greys of her underbelly, is succulently curvaceous. Her hips curve widely and taper lovingly into taut thighs. Her rear is plush, bubbly, and the tail protruding atop it adds a unique edge. Her groin slides so smoothly into the faint swell of her labial rim. And most impressive of all are her enormous breasts, the gargantuan grey G-cups jiggling pleasantly upon her chest. Each tipped with a nipple of lightest grey, these gargantuan teats are truly glorious to behold, in their incomprehensible mass and perkiness.
All in all, Carry couldn't imagine a more enticing monster-girl. Clutching tightly upon the rim of the large barrel before her, her eyes rove from the long scaly legs to the slender waist to the massive tits with gusto. So gorgeous. And yet, so intimidating.
Ominously, the gleaming golden eyes of the dragoness are narrowed with suspicion. Her mouth is set in a thin line, occasionally twitching slightly to hint at the fangs. Her long tail, coiled around the ground she knelt upon, flexed to emphasize the lethal spikes. Her arms were folded under her chest, and whilst it did have the pleasant effect of emphasizing the enormity of her tits, it conveyed an overall disdainful posture. Clearly, she wasn't too happy about being approached, and that made things a touch risky.
The witch knew she had to handle this carefully. One wrong move, and the Hornytail could have her roasted like a marshmallow. Tightening her hold upon the hefty barrel set before her, Carry takes a deep breath and steels herself. If she's going to fulfil her purpose here, she's gonna need nerves tougher than any fortress. She needs to let this beastess know she means no threat, that her intentions are friendly.
In short, she needs to get naked.
With another deep breath, Carry Totter releases the barrel and gives a wave of her wand that sees her clothes vanishing. Promptly, her bare body is exposed before the Hungarian Hornytail, not quite as utterly voluptuous but pleasingly waifish. She's a good looker for a human, slender and soft, with pert breasts and a good rear. Oh, and she also has a penis.
The futa stands in the nude before the dragon, shivering just a little in the cool air, and she can see how the larger female's attitude changes in an instant. Golden eyes briefly widen in surprise, and then adopt a bemused gleam as the horned head tilts slightly, the lovely face now expressing curiosity. That's a good sign; Carry sighs quickly in relief on noting the dragon seems intrigued by her sudden nudity. That might make her more comfortable, and thus much less dangerous.
But of course, getting naked before such a gorgeous monster-girl can provoke impulsive thoughts. And such thoughts seem to slip right down to her groin. In an instant, her cock begins to harden, goaded on by such loveliness before her, and Carry can only give a faint squeak when the sight of erection seems to inspire greater curiosity in the monster-girl.
Outstretching her wings with lazy flicks to steady her movement, the dragoness begins to shuffle forward to better appraise the human. As her frame bends over, her immense breasts swing with their weight, and the movement is practically hypnotising. Carry's mouth is agape as she stares at the swaying of the enormous boobs, and doesn't even really notice when the golden eyes are right above her, appraising her with mild interest as the dragon's twenty-foot frame seems to take up the whole sky.
Perhaps flatteringly, she seems most interested in the witch's erect cock. She eyes it from tip to base, and seems faintly pleased to see it. Surely she must know how she inspires such erections, and Carry quivers just a little as her own thoughts help fuel it-
Just a sweet dream, really. She's pressed up against the larger female's belly, her dick hilted inside the dragon's hot cunt. She hears the ecstatic moans of the dragoness ring out as she slides in and out of her spacious sheath. Every push rewards her with utmost stimulation, and every withdrawal spurs a need to just fuck her harder still! Ooh, or perhaps she's atop the dragoness, holding onto her giant bosom while she thrusts in-between them. Such malleable soft teats massaging over her shaft, swamping it in plushness, warming it sensually! Ooh, or maybe right up to her head, looking into that lovely face as the plush lips suck upon her shaft. Take it further, much further; the dragoness laid on her front, gasping with glee as the futa's shaft sunk into her asshole! The pussy big enough to take a fist, an arm, inside of it! Splattering cum upon her lovely face, her lovely tits, everywhere she can reach-
With such fantasies playing out in her mind, it takes Carry a fair while to recollect exactly what she has to do. Shuddering a bit, her hands shakily reach out for the barrel, the key to her plan. Carefully, oh so carefully, she moves the barrel to the right a bit, forward a bit, until it's poised right under one of the titanic teats, the right one. Gargantuan and dark-grey, the immense teat has its perk nipple aimed right down at the barrel's rim. Exactly where it needs to be.
The Hornytail gives a low hiss, apparently wondering what the wooden thing would do. Time for her to find out. Carry gazes up at the titanic tit before her, so globular and glorious, and whimpers just a little in reverence. And then, daringly, she reaches out for it.
Her hands reach the smoothness, devoid of scaly patterns, and knead into the immense plushness. With a gasp of reverence, Carry pushes more firmly into the warm softness, digging right into the greyish flesh. The Hornytail gives a rumbling growl, shocked at such audacity. But she does not retaliate; if anything, the growl simmers into a heavy purr as the witch gropes at her titanic tit. Shuddering at its perfection, Carry reaches forward further, arms slinking around the enormous orb, and she's hugging it now in a reverent embrace.
And ever so quickly, her purpose becomes clear; squeezing the huge tit makes it quiver, and then from the nipple comes a dollop of thick orangey-beige creaminess. With a sloppy splat, the viscous fluid splashes into the barrel, and the dragoness gives another low growl, tinged with pleasure. Carry purrs gleefully at the sound, and then she squeezes hard upon the breasts as she nuzzles her face into it.
This is what she's here for, this is what she's set out to accomplish. She's here to milk a dragoness. The milk of dragons had a stunning number of valuable uses in alchemy, potions, medicine, so many gifts that she couldn't name them all without an extensive list. Thusly she's here to collect as much as she can, milk this lustrous and immense female for every drop she has.
And my, she'll have a good time doing it.
Rubbing her face against the teat, she feels its warmth permeate soothingly through her, feels its plushness so intimately. It's like burrowing into a pillow, so welcoming and soft, and she groans lovingly for it. Her lips kiss at the softness, tasting an enticing tang, and she quakes with glee at how good it feels. With greater eagerness, she buries her face into it, smothering herself in softness as her lips rub lustfully upon it. So good, so plush, so sweet, as intoxicating as the flow of milk itself.
Without hesitation, Carry Totter rubs her arms up and down the roundness, always squeezing and kneading. Her tongue laps up to slick a the smoothness, and she quakes with euphoria at how much sweeter the taste was on her tongue. And below, her cock throbs eagerly as she continues hugging the immense boob tightly, pushing out more and more milk. It flows faster still with her eager adoration, and more she gets, the more ecstatic she feels.
The Hungarian Hornytail herself seems quite enamoured with the sensations. The human's eagers arms and lips working upon her tit, drawing out her milk in a sensual flow, makes her shudder with satiation. On all fours, the dragon groans tenderly as she permits this milking, quite liking how the mammal enthusiastically kneaded her.
Very bold for such a small thing, and very sweet too. She does enjoy the feeling of the little female fondling her, milking her, and so indulges this tenderness with a purr.
Of course, the witch is all too happy to indulge. Every firm embrace upon the tit, every rub of her upon it, has her flaring up with blazing arousal. More milk sputters out of her with each embrace, splashing down into the barrel. It's a steady stream indeed, impressively potent and impressively thick, perpetually leaking with each squeeze from the witch.
The sound of both milk flowing and the sensual rumbles of the dragoness makes for a lustrous symphony to the futa. It's such a sensuous scenario, being able to actually milk such a grand and beautiful monster-girl, and she moans adoringly into the plush flesh, lips always brushing over it, tongue leaving trails of spittle upon it.
Fuck, squeezing this enormous tit, digging arms and hands into it, pressing her body against it, constantly kissing it, is heavenly. Its warmth is radiant, its pillowy gentle texture so utterly enamouring. Every kiss, lick and rub against it has her body shivering with bliss. And the more enthusiastically she pleases it, the more sweetly the Hornytail moans for her; it's a lovely sound, alight with powerful pleasure, and the sound alone has her cock quaking.
Carry Totter groans into it, devout and loving, and below her penis twitches with utmost delight. Just massaging this enormous breast has her harder than she's ever known herself to be, and what a glorious sensation it is.
She keeps milking the groaning dragoness, dick quaking with glee, until the splashing of milk into barrelled milk is louder than ever. Against her desires, Carry manages to pull her face free of the malleable flesh and peer down at the rim to appraise its progess. Her eyes widen with astonishment when she sees that the barrel is already full to the brim with dragon milk. Amidst her titillating reverie, only one breast has succeeded in utterly filling this large barrel.
And fuck, it's still going; more milk dribbles out, to the point the lustrous fluids threaten to spill over the edge. Carry gives a light gasp, and then releases the Hornytail's immense breasts. As the dragoness gives a low rumble of bewilderment, the witch procures her wand and summons a lid with which to seal the barrel. Just like that, her objective is fulfilled.
Quivering a little as her dick continues to ache, the warmth of cuddling that boob still permeating her, Carry gazes up at the dragon. The immense frame rears up slightly, and she towers over her, peering down at her with curiosity. She must wonder why the human, so eager to please, had stopped, but perhaps smells her milk in the barrel, given the contemplative glance she gives it. Perhaps she is no stranger to those who desire her milk, which would explain the rather wry smile the monster-girl soon puts on.
Regardless, Carry Totter shudders below her and dares to whisper: "T-Thank you. It was very, v-very generous of you to share your m-milk..."
She doesn't entirely know whether dragons understand human language, but she thinks her gratitude is noticeable, since the Hornytail tilts her head and smiles a touch more widely. If nothing else, she surely understands quite how aroused she's left the witch. The golden eyes seem to gleam all the more brightly as she appraises the futa's hard shaft. Oh yes, she must definitely know how lustful the witch has been feeling amidst the milking-
Quite suddenly, the dragon reaches out with powerful arms, and Carry gives a yelp of shock when she finds herself manoeuvred amidst deadly claws to be laid back against the crook of the right arm. Prone against taut musculature and a smooth scaly coating, she finds her gazing up at the dragoness with shock, wondering what has prompted this. The answer comes promptly, and quite wonderfully.
With the witch nestled in one arm, the other leans in and grasps onto the underside of the enormous right tit. She cups it up, aims it well, and then its peak is right before the stunned futa. The lighter grey nipple is poised right in front of her, and she can see the gleam of milk still welling in the tiny slit. The Hungarian Hornytail adopts a particularly sultry expression that perfectly emphasizes the lustful gleam of her eyes, the coy smile, and squeezes on her tit just to show the human how the milk dribbles from her.
Carry Totter doesn't even really comprehend or contemplate the massive breast being offered to her. All he knows is that the large pert nipple is right before her, and so her left arm reaches around to squeeze around it as her mouth darts into to latch her lips upon it.
Instantly, her eyes roll up and her body gives an ecstatic spasm when she tastes the untapped potency of dragon milk straight from the source. It's a soothingly warm creamy fluid that bathes her tongue, her whole mouth, is a lustrous tangy sweetness. It seems like a rich fatty milk imbued with exotic spices, with sweetest sugars, and she groans against the thick nipple as she feels more of the milk dribble into her mouth.
For a moment, she lets it build up, lets it fill her mouth to the brim with such perfect creamy goodness. Tasting it, letting her tongue shift through the viscosity, is a luscious pleasure she can't begin to compare with others. It's just so much, so good, and she moans with wonder when she must finally swallow it, feeling it flow so smoothly and warmly down her throat.
it is utterly satisfying, satiating; her stomach seems to rumble with fulfilled contentment as it takes the delectable drink. Her throat feels almost enlightened, tenderly lathered, and she is struck with an utmost craving for more. So, penis quaking, she gets more.
With carnal zealotry, Carry tightens her grip upon the huge tit and suckles fervently upon the thick nipple. It responds eagerly, sputtering lazy streams of milk into her mouth. Each mouthful seems as rich an invigorating as the last, and each swallows leaves her feeling even more full and content.
It's an almost dreamy kind of pleasure, and yet it invigorates her in ways she can barely described. It's like it's pumping her full of energy, full of desire, and that energy is put to good use in continuing to fervently squeeze and suck this tit. She's utterly overcome by a want urge to just keep getting more and more milk, and her efforts reward her greatly. Again and again, her stimulating of the tit
Ooh, it's just so warm, so thick! Dragon milk was renowned for staying warm for hours, even days, after it had been procured, and it's all the better right out of the nipple. Fuck, so much better, just so damn good, sweet and exotic and energising and perfect...
Amidst her suckling upon the dragoness, Carry's other arm, just under the plush immensity, reaches around to grasp her hand around her dick. It's been twitching with glee throughout all of this, and so deserves a bit of affection. In time with her sucks, she strokes its length with gusto, body shuddering with heightened sensitivity. It's like the greater amounts of energy make pleasuring herself all the more potent, and she groans with happiness as she jerks herself off, drinking more delicious fatty fluids down all the while.
The Hornytail herself coos with satisfaction as she cradles the human, enjoying how she so eagerly drank from her. As enthusiastic as when she'd been milking her with a full embrace, and that left the dragoness feeling rather aroused herself. A warm mouth upon her sensitive peak was a lovely sensation, and she could well do with enjoying more of that.
So, with the futa appropriately settled before her right teat, the dragon spares her other arm to grip onto her left breast. The immense tit is every bit as malleable and massive as its twin, and so she has no problem hefting it upwards, tilting its peak around, until the other nipple is poised just below her head. With a purr, the Hornytail dips down and gently puts her mouth upon it, rumbling with satisfying as her sensitive boob feels her own fiery-hot breath.
With that, her lips tighten upon her pert tip, and the dragon is promptly sucking upon her own breast as eagerly as the human sucked at its twin. Her long serpentine tongue coils around the nipple, squeezing it in time with her lips around it, and so her left breast is just as quick to start squirting out a stream of milk.
The dragon rumbles again, groaning with satisfaction, as she tastes her own enriched milk. Her immense body flexes in desire, and she swallows it down with relish, claws squeezing at the immense boob to help force out yet more. As her little friend does, the dragoness starts gulping it down with reverent fervour, adoring the dual pleasure of feeling her mouth upon it and suckling upon it. Her claws squeeze it, keep it poised before her, and she revels in her own milk as much as the little human does.
Both females are soon lost to the lustrous haze of pleasure brought on by the gratuitous lactation. They moan succulently in eager urges for more as they gulp down mouthful after mouthful of milk. Lips stained with the fluids, they keep on sucking, squeezing and getting out as much as they can. It's a succulent sloppy feast indeed, both drooling more so as they take in all they can handle.
It's quite a sight, for the huge monster-girl to be on her knees, draconic and imposing, sucking at her own immense tit whilst the witch, cradled in her arm, sucked on the other. Such a magnificent milky feast they both adore, and as Carry Totter keeps on sucking to her heart's (and stomach's) content, she can only hope that maybe, just maybe, the dragoness might just be as horny as she was after this and deign to let her fuck her...