Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20181226045121/@comment-36855838-20181226121328

I know that angering a dragon is a good way to lose your livelihood, so I resolve to cooperate with her.

I stoop low, bowing before her.

The ground shakes before me, and I see her stepping closer.

She's taller than I initially thought, possibly nine or ten feet.

Her wings are indeed torn and ragged, her flesh a sickly stagnant color.

Her body, however, does not emit the sickly-sweet stench of rot.

She concludes her approach by kneeling in front of me, and dragging her large tongue across my lips.

I daren't move, but my hands are ravenous, and I can't stop groping, stroking, fondling.

She hums, a deep, happy sound, hungrily pressing herself into my roving hands.

She pulls me up to a standing height, and while she remains kneeling, merely straightening her posture puts our faces level again.

She strikes first again, a deep, vicious kiss which leaves me breathless, and gentle caresses down my back.

I dumbly grope her respectable breasts, and she hoists me inot the air, shoving her cleavage against my crotch.

I'm now fully erect, but she's preoccupied with walking towards my house, and when we finally arrive?

Let's just say we're married now.

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10 Feet = 3.048 Meters