'Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. '
Nah sat on the wagon with her fists bunched up on her knees as she tried to control her rapidly beating heart. Not even the rhythmic drone of rain or the fleeting clap of thunder could shake her out of her musings as she hunched under the cover. The source of her plight - her woe and frustration, came from the silhouette to the side as he slipped around and into the wagon himself.
"Eh, it looks no good to Gregor. Wagon wheel is busted, and horses still lost out in storm," he grunted as he tried to wipe away some of the mud from his sleeves. The aged mercenary shook his head and sighed over the constant patter of droplets that fell from the tree branches overhead and struck the tarp above their heads. "We may being stuck here tonight," he declared.
Nah snapped out of her thoughts at that as she turned and gawked at him. Or rather, tried not to think about what she wanted to gawk at in favor of the absurd results of their unfortunate chain of events. "A-Are you..you can't be serious," she deadpanned.
Luck was against her, clearly. Against her when she'd been 'volunteered' by her mother to go with Gregor on this supply run. Against her when a discarded and rusted piece of armor
"Be worrying not, tiny Nah - Gregor will protect you, yeah?" Gregor grinned. His attempt to diminish her fears, while noble, had quite the opposite effect on Nah as she rubbed her thighs together and cursed her poor choices.
Where this came from, she couldn't even say. Perhaps it was that fleeting desire to connect to the father she never knew from her past. Maybe it was what she accused her mother of being, given how flippant the millennia-old manakete was with her choice of a husband. The excuse of 'time passing differently between human and dragon' had always felt like just that - an excuse.
Until she met him - this insufferable, unfathomable man.
"Well, is Nah wanting of jokes or stories? Gregor have many to be shared," he offered as he laid back against the far wall - arms crossed, legs stretched out, and a far too relaxed smile on his lips. It was more than clear he felt no sense of grief or strife from this turn of events - a byproduct of many years as a sellsword. The same years that left him with a very impressive physique even in his advanced age. Something that the poor Manakete could hardly handle.
'Don't do it…don't do it…D-Don't do it…'
"So, what does Nah like? Having any hobbies?" the swell sellsword asked her, trying to keep their spirits up in the dour downpour. His intentions were still noble, but the way his coarse, rugged voice rattled in her ears made her shiver and tremble.
"I ah…well," she tugged her collar and tried very, very hard not to watch how his biceps strained against his tight shirt. Despite the crisp storm that buffeted against their thin shelter she couldn't stop her face from glowing as bright as her red, calf-high boots or the cloak stretched over her soaked white dress.
"Nah is cold? Gregor could offer shirt for toasty sleeping," the concerned mercenary leaned forward and laid his palm on her sweaty forehead. One touch made him recoil and grunt out, "Whoa, Nah is hot! Gregor's hand is scorching!"
"…Gregor…you know what I want to do - what I want us to do?"
Gregor blinked and looked at the manakete with her head bowed and her eyes hidden under her hair. Before he could respond, she suddenly shifted forward and pushed herself into his lap. "Oof!"
The wagon creaked below them as the broken wheel dug into the wet dirt and left their shelter slightly askew. Despite her sudden attack, Gregor recovered quickly and tried to de-escalated the situation that loomed over him. "Oy, this is not what having in mi-"
"B-Be silent!" Nah snapped as she reached down and tugged at his trousers. "I just need…j-just let me have this, and we'll go about our way," she insisted as she finally gave up and simply ripped his pants open.
Plop
The Manakete blinked at the soft, but absolutely massive cock that stretched over her smaller hands. "Naga help me, its so thick…" she mumbled as her fingers gingerly poked the vein-riddled girth.
Gregor grimaced at her touch on his bare dick. "Oy, tiny hands feel, ah…G-Gregor must insist on-ngh!"
"I said be silent," Nah growled as she grabbed his cock and squeezed. He grunted and writhed in while she flexed and tugged his swell sword. "I just…just need to do this, right?" she insisted as she looked aside with her cheeks a glow.
He tried to rebuke her but found her a bit stronger than her lithe form would suggest. Nah's hand shifted under her dress and fumbled something out of sight of the mature mercenary. The reason became clear as she rolled her hips and pushed him under her dress. "W-Whoa!" he gasped at the wet, tender flesh that rubbed over his cock.
Nah winced while she tried to push his half-hardened cock into her pussy. Her grunts and the slick touch made him harder and harder until his tip was solid enough to poke her folds. She gasped before she pushed again and left her hips upright over him. "That's how I…I-EEEEEEYAH"
"Whah!" he grunted and grabbed her hips through her dress. The manakete's eyes squeezed shut as she thrashed and shuddered atop him. Her mouth hung open as a long tongue lopped out and dangled in front of her. It swayed and bobbed while she shivered in his arms.
"T-Too tight!" Gregor grumbled and shook her a bit. "Nah? Nah?! Nah speak to Gregor!" he insisted.
"C-Came…C-C-Came on…" she mumbled as a slightly loopy grin curled up on her lips. From between her legs came the tell-tale juices of a woman's bliss that smeared all the way down onto the mercenary's crotch.
"Gregor is taking Nah off now," he declared with a firm jaw as he slid her up. Just as his tip tugged against the inside her folds, she finally reacted as she hunched forward and grabbed his shoulders. "Hrmph!" the mercenary grunted as her nails dug in through his coat.
"Don't you dare stop," she snarled back with an uncharacteristic, wild gleam in her eye. "I've heard about your little antics, and I want them - now," she demanded.
"Nah is not knowing what she is wanting," Gregor warned her, not even trying to play coy with her if she knew the truth. While not one he spread into the war camp, there was something to be said for enjoying a night of drink, food, and pleasing company with the tavern ladies of the towns they passed through. But he didn't dare to push that forward into the Shepherds proper.
Though it seemed Nah had other plans.
"Try me…"
Famous last words.
"Hoooh…Nah was tried…"
Gregor flopped over in the remains of his clothes as the broken wagon shifted beneath him. On his body was a very, very unconscious manakete stuffed full of seed until it leaked out of her orifices and all over his scratched-up, sweaty body. "Hoh…Gregor is weary," he chuckled as his head hit the wagon.
The Manakete hadn't made it easy for him. Her shorter stature and shocking strength made it easy for her to latch onto him as she bucked and thrashed like a beast in heat. A few times he even swore he heard her snarl or outright growl between the cute little squeals and pants that had run in his ears all night. But in the end, it was all for not as he left her collapsed atop him in the damaged remains of their wagon shelter. It was honestly miraculous that the cover, though tattered on the sides from where she'd scraped and clawed at it, still managed to keep the rain out.
"Mmmmm…"
Nah mumbled out and threw him from his thoughts. He directed his attention away from the discarded, torn remains of her dress as it hung out of the wagon and onto her body. The overcast light of early dawn made her seem to glow atop him while she shifted and groaned, much to Gregor's shock. He'd honestly expected her to still be passed out, especially after how hard she'd been pounded into the weakened wagon boards
And that was hours ago.
The Manakete may have crumpled fast under her own naivete and fool ambition, but she compensated with stamina that went beyond anyone Gregor had ever sparred in, or out, of the sheets with. It was honestly a miracle the wagon had held up, albeit in a state that would leave it unable to be used anytime soon.
Or ever again.
Gregor slowly pushed her hips and winced at the way her limbs squeezed against him. Her legs stayed locked around his hips even as his limp cock hung under her stuffed pussy. The nails that dug down into his shoulder kept her bare, petite chest rubbed against him while she left her head buried between his pectorals. Wild, disheveled green locks clung between their skin and left her face unseen as he prodded her again and again."Nah? Nah is-?"
"S-sho….mush…" she mumbled and drooled against him.
"Oy…"
