Dana meets General Scales and Drakor
Dana suddenly felt a rich and calming sort of sensation once he made contact with the bed. He snuggled up to it, for the scant second he had before Scales joined him upon the bed.
The feeling of reptile skin, now taught with arousal, was also felt upon contact, as the general straddled over Dana’s torso. The intimacy being presented in the current situation made the feeling of Scales’ inner thighs much more… Arousing, to the draconequus.
He could feel it then, the sensations beginning to build up an amount of energy within his lower belly, which would soon translate to his still-hidden johnson.
With the processing of the previous sensations aside, Dana opened up to a new one—the sensations of Scales’ massage, as the general started upon the draconequus’ chest area. With what Dana thought as amazing dexterity, he felt sharpclaw hands work their way over draconequus flesh, sending fuzzy-tingles that traveled from his chest, to his back, to his cranium. His eyes grew a bit heavy, as the sweet fuzzy-tingles in his cranium brought a calming respite to the draconequus o its’ ownership.
As scales’ bouncing tenting black latex silk thong continued to move with the bounces his loins made, he slowly worked his way down to dana’s thighs gently massaging them as well. Scales was extreme horny now and wanted to do more than just massaging as his noticeable bouncing black latex silk thong began to slowly leak pre through the fabric and out the tip of his tenting and bouncing thong. Scales then chuckled. “Scales: You like than don’t you dana? Ooooooh… I’m so friggin’ horny right now…” Scales said out loud unintendedly… He then stared at the silver silk muwashi, wanting to grope it so badly right now. The lustful tingly feeling took over his body an mind and loins too.
Dana’s feeling of calmness had left halfway through having his belly massaged. Now, he was only managing not to writhe off of the bed in his worked-up state, as his breaths left him in ragged shakes, and his inner thighs began to tense as well.
The sensations coursing through the draconequus’ body was enough to muffle his hearing a bit—either that or he just didn’t care enough to hear.
He felt hands pressing against his inner thighs, caressing the muscle and flesh enough to send tiny shocks of arousal into his system once more. He looked down, and, with muddled vision, spotted General Scales working the draconequus in an expert manner.
His mind wouldn’t help the situation, now that he had the sharpclaw in his gaze. He wanted more, and he made to voice it to the other in the vicinity.
“S-Scales, I… S-so worked up… P-please, give it to me…”