His Dragoness Sweetheart: A Submissive on Show

By Alis Mitsy

Terrell has woken up with his dragoness maid after a sweet session of lovemaking - quite a feat to wake up with a dragon in one's bed, truly! He is a lucky man indeed and Meva, well...she is far sweeter than he could ever have imagined, smoke curling from her nostrils as she bats her eyelashes at him, wanting to please, wanting to see just where things can go too.

A little teasing and sweetness, however, can go a long way and he's not a man who is above a little public flirting, taking things as far as he can under the eyes of the public and the shadows were their growing love is more than enough to keep them warm...

But just how far can their relationship go as they come together once more, sweetly, as man and dragoness?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: Mar 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463349496

Alis Mitsy

An author set to bring your fantasies to life and more. I have been writing erotica since 2011 and am ever set to improve my craft, exploring kinks that are new to me, all for your reading pleasure.Fancy something a little more personal? Do you want a tale written with you as the star or another character of your creation in the erotic spotlight?I am currently open for commission work beginning at a rate of 30 GBP per 1000 words and occasionally have special offers running too for mini-stories. Please contact [e-mail] for further details.

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His Dragoness Sweetheart

A Submissive on Show

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2019.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Meva’s sides rose and fell gently, the four-legged dragoness with the body of a feral resting with the bulk of her body on the floor while her head and neck curled around her human lover on his bed. It was a large enough bed by any human standards and, as the dragoness maid of the complex, she had made well enough sure that the sheets were crisply pressed and a fine enough fabric too to ensure that they would not draw sweat to a warmer human body during the course of the night. Of course, there was the matter at hand too of her body being so much warmer, heat rising through her scales, and she had had to make sure of that too, even though the bed was too small for her to really curl up around her little master as she pleased. Maybe he would have to get a bigger bed and a bigger bedroom too that she could stand fully up in on her hind legs without her horns brushing the ceiling (the living room, truly, was more her size with her body taller than the bookcase when she stood up tall but still comfortably below the height of the taller ceiling).

And, oh, he was learning too, the human that she’d so taken a fancy too holding a more dominant hand over her with each and every moment that passed between him. Why, just the thought of him commanding her so powerfully...oh! It simply made her weak at the knees and if she had not already been lying down she would have trembled into a quivering heap of a dragoness at the mere thought of, once again, being taken with such sweetly aggressive masculine power.

Morning, however, had to come, casting rays over their naked bodies: after their first time together, of course, there was no way that her master was going to allow her to sleep naked, even if she did have a particularly fetching maid costume that made her even easier on the eyes than she already was. No, the dragoness lay out all in her crimson-scaled glory, the rounded horns topping her head and seeming to simply invite the eye down the sinuous, sensual arch of her neck.

She was a catch indeed and the lucky, naked man sprawled out and stretching his whole body into a yawn was just the person she’d had in mind to find, one day or the other. And who knew where their relationship could go as he woke, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and pushing his fingers back through the ruffled mess of his hair.

The aroma of sex, sweetly musky in the afterglow of morning – had they really slept that long? Oh, it had been such a time – hung in the air and he smiled sleepily as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing and lipping playfully at her scales with his much smaller