纯情白袜！是你的性癖吗！超可爱！大屌劲插粉嫩无毛美穴！
Title: “Pure and Innocent: White Stockings, Dragons, and Dragonesses Forever”
The traditional Chinese hanfu, a voluminous gown of silk, flowed down the young woman’s lithe body like a river of moonlight. Mondrian patterns of gold and crimson edged the mandarin collar and encircled the fitted sleeves. Delicateündies peeped out from the hem with each graceful step.
A coup of suet-black hair, bound with jade hairpins, bounced against her willowy neck as she glided into the imperial courtyard, her footsteps a whisper against the flagstones. In her hands, she carried an oilpaper umbrella of lacquer-red and jade green, unfurled to protect her from the oppressive heat.
Yet the umbrella did nothing to conceal her identity from the dragons crouching around the courtyard’s centerpiece – a sun-heated basin of water, crystalline as diamonds. Four winds, each reflecting the cardinal directions, rustled the undersides of the umbrellas overhead. Silver fish, like needles, darted beneath the lily pads, scenting the air with hyacinths and ginger.
The girl paused where the paving turned to pebbles. Despite the heat, a shiver danced along her spine, raising bumps on her tender skin. The dragons – they looked at her, through the gap between ceremonial sleeve and kaftan front. Sunlight burnished their carnelian scales, making molten gold of their serpentine bodies. Silken tendrils, like live coals, flared out from their every pore.
One dragon, larger than the others, his scales reflecting the azure sky overhead, his horn piercing the umbrageous roof of his scale-studded lips, let out a throaty dragon roar that made her heart quiver in its narrow confines. The wetness between her legs was cool as jade.
“‘You there,’ the dragon hissed, his voice like a dozen razor-sharp implements slitting her intestines. ‘Did you not hear me? I said, ‘come here.'” The girl lowered her head and curtsied, pressing her hands to her chest in the style of a high-class consort. “I am here, my Lord Dragon.'”
“Pshaw,” the dragon spat, his tongue morphing into a writhing tentacle. “You kneel before me, yet I cannot see your face. Where is the decree of your toreador?” The girl rose to her feet, stumbling a bit on the uneven surface of the courtyard pebbles. She took a step forward, then another, as if in a trance.
“Look at her,” the female dragon next to her rumble consciously, black scales rippling under serpentine rain. “Nothing but a slip of a girl. How can she even know the word ‘torero?’ Let alone form a request?” The tenant-male dragon beats his wings, sending a breeze across the courtyard. “Who cares if she’s a child?” He licks his chops. “I still want to eat her.” The female dragon rumbles again, lower, deeper. “A child ?” She laughs, rough and throaty. “Face it, brother. You can’t even get it up to lay a half-baked egg anymore.” She turns her large, reptilian head to the girl. “Come here, little one. I have circles around your eyes from hunger. Let me… feed you.” The girl freezes, her head darting between the two dragons. What did they want? Why were they looking at her so hungrily? She felt herself growing light-headed. Was that a swoon she was feeling? She hoped not. She really needed to eat something soon…
But the dragons, it seemed, had other ideas. The female dragon lunged forward, her head whipping out like a cobra. In an instant, she entwined her neck around the girl’s waist, pulling her close. The girl squealed as she was yanked off her feet, her robes fumbling up around her waist to expose her bare skin. She could feel the heat of the dragon’s scales,
And the rough, clutching pressure of her fingers against her belly, just above the wispy curls of hair at the juncture of her thighs. “Ooh,” the girl whimpered, instinctively pushing her hips forward against the dragon’s grasp. “I can feel your heat, little one,” the dragon purred, her breath hot against the girl’s neck. “The burn of your innocence, the sweet honey of your maidenhead. I bet you’ve never been touched like this before, have you?” The girl shook her head fervently, her wet pussy clenching at the mere thought of being touched in such a forbidden way.
The dragon’s long forked tongue snaked out, delving into the girl’s ear. She shivered, drool dribbling down the sides of her face as the dragon’s saliva seeped past her defenses, sizzling into her bloodstream. She felt drunk, spun out, like she was floating above her own head.
“Lay with me, little dragon,” the dragon urged, stroking the contours of her wing over the girl’s naked belly. “Lay with me and I’ll drain your hunger, fill you up with my serpentine essence. I’ll take you to the heights of pleasure you’ve never dreamed of.” The girl moaned low in her throat, desire burning through her veins like liquor. “Yes,” she gasped, “please. I want you to take me. I want you to fill all of me, to steal my innocence and make me yours.” The dragon chuckled, a deep, reverberating sound that made the girl’s breasts ache. “As you wish,” she growled, and in one swift motion, she tore off the girl’s robes, exposing her naked body to the dragons’ hungry gaze.
The male dragon lunged forward, his claws outstretched. “No!” the female dragon snapped, batting him away with her tail. “She is my prey!” The male dragon hissed in protest, but the female dragon had already seized the girl’s thighs, parting them to reveal the glistening pink folds of her vulva. “Yesss,” the dragon hissed, her forked tongue darting out to taste the girl’s virgin honey. “Delicious. Pure. Untouched.” She shoved her snout between the girl’s legs, her eyes rolling back in heady satisfaction as she lapped greedily at the girl’s nectar.
The girl screamed, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the dragon’s slick scales. Pleasure ripped through her like a hailstorm, coursing wildfire through her veins until she felt like she was on fire, burning up from the inside out. “P-please,” she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. “It’s too much. I can’t…”
“Shhhhh,” the dragon crooned, gentling her strokes. “I’ve got you, little one. I’ll take care of you.” And then her snout pressed deeper, slipping past the girl’s guardian pearl to spear into her tight, virgin channel. The girl howled, high and keening, as the dragon’s serpentine tongue invaded her most sacred place. She bucked and writhed, mewling mindlessly as the dragon stretched and filled her, tasted every hidden corner. The dragon groaned, the vibrations of her pleasure thrumming through the girl’s channel like a tuning fork.
“Enough!” the male dragon roared, storming forward. “I will not stand by and watch you claim this prize, sister!” The female dragon snarled, a sound like ground glass, but before she could retaliate, the male dragon had seized the girl’s ankles, wrenching her away. “No!” the girl screamed, thrusting her hips back towards the female dragon’s questing snout. “Please! I need… I need…”
“What she needs,” the male dragon growled, “is a true dragon’s cock.” And then his erection was probing at her entrance, the bulbous head slick with his hungry juices. The girl shuddered, feeling herself being split open, stuffed fuller than she ever thought possible. But it felt good, better than anything she’d ever felt before. She wrapped her legs around the dragon’s scaled hips, urging him deeper. He roared, slamming into her with the force of a thunderbolt, his scale-etched cock plowing through her tender flesh like a battering ram. She screamed, incoherent with pleasure, her fingernails gouging bloody furrows into the dragon’s back. He fucked her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass with lewd smacks, each thrust driving her higher, faster, closer to the edge. And then she was coming, coming hard, her cunt clamping down on the dragon’s knot as he flooded her with his seed. She convulsed, sobbing with the overwhelming intensity of it, her body wracked with shudders as he pumped her full. When it was over, she collapsed back, spent and satisfied, a pool of pearly come leaking from her ravaged hole.
The dragons chuckled, a dark sound full of smug satisfaction. They would keep her now. She was theirs, forever. Their cock-addicted slut to fuck and use as they saw fit. And she would be happy, so very happy. At long last, she belonged. She was home.
The end._
