Your Idea Of A Good Time
The air is like a dank swamp mixed with the dry stuffiness of an airless pit. You and your better half Empress Ember have come here to collect a little bounty. The place you've come to was once a rock quarry in an age long past, then when the sands of time came to collect its dues the quarry somehow became a forest surrounded on all sides by rock cliffs.
In its prime the forest was quite beautiful. Trees reached to the top edges of the quarry, you could see the tops from far away and presume that they where shrubs. Now the whole place had deteriorated into a dank and dreary swamp, its inhabitans not the most pleaseant of company.
They called themselves trogs. Trolls with the slimy green and white skin of swamp frogs, they stood as tall as a human, with red eyes that glowed in the dank darkness of their home. And those claws, razor sharp talons that grew as long as lawn mower blades and just as sharp and fast.
At first the Equestrian society for rare creatures wanted to have the Trogs preserved as a protected species, that mind set changed after a few of them who tried to reason with them got ripped to bloody shreads by them. That's when you and your wife Empress Ember the Dragon Lord came in.
'Let's take the bounty she said'. You think to yourself as you grip your cutlass in one hand, and a parrying dagger in the other. You're lightly armored (light on your feet.) in a leather curiass, with leather gloves, and boots. A guilded royal pony gaurd's helmet protecting your head. 'we could use the gold, and the adventure...how do I let her talk me into these things?'
You watch as Ember clutches a spear at the large muscular cheiftian of the tribe, calls himself Toadstool, why is anyone's guess. "So frog face not gonna take me up on my idea to let you live?" she says applying just enough pressure to draw blood from the slick white skin of his throat, red eyes locking with red eyes poised for the kill. She was talking about the helm on his head. A bronze helm with hawk feathers and beads, not exactly top dollar craftsmenship but it was one of the items the ones who issued the bounty said could prove you offed the target.
"You could have just handed the crown you got over." Ember says to him as he struggles against her desperate to get up. "I guess now I'll have to take your head back as well....oh screech." She says using her special name for you. The one you had aquired after you married her...yes that happened.
"Yes my precious sapphire?" You say back to her, sure life as the dragon lord's husband took some getting used to but the endevours of slaying pests like toadstool aside, it was pretty sweet. When she wasn't poised to strike and deliver a killing blow. Ember was quite the catch.
"Be a peach and help me finish this job will you Screech?" she says moving her spear across the frog like beast's chest, you gulp softly and ready your cutlass, (a trophy from when you and Ember forced Girdy the grffin pirate queen of the Saddle Arabian sea to surrender) over the snapping razor sharp teeth of Toadstool's maw, before bringing the blade over to his throat. You hated this part of the job, sure Trogs are little more than viscious monsters, but you doub't you'll ever get used to this.
"Ember? Do we really have to?" You ask as she only stares daggers at you, the look in her eyes seemed to say that its to late, and this should'nt be any different than slaying any other monster in Equestria. You give a forlorne sigh and do the deep, the Trog's head rolling away just a bit before Ember snatched it in her claws and dropped into a leather sack.
"Finally, come on lets check the cave it was guarding for any loot." she says as she uses her flames to light a lantern and cast some light into the cave entrance. The cave itself isn't very big, but it has a stone sleeping slab cared from the rock in the corner, a pit for a fire, and to both your and Ember's delight a treasure chest.
"Huh looks like we get a little bonus to go along with our bounty eh Emmy?" You say as Ember lights the fire as she kneels down by the little chest as her claw reaches into the lock, it takes only a few twists and a puff of fire and she gets the lock off.
"Score Ember says as she holds some pilfered gold bits and a few gold necklaces and jewels, her eyes glowing in delight as she tries on a gold and sapphire slated style necklace. You mean while are busy using a few sponges and vinegar to scour the trog blood from your cutlass and Ember's spear.
"You know I think we shouldn't have done what we did...I really wish you wouldn't be so...Ember are you listening to me?" You say but your in for a little surprise. You turn to see Ember's armor has been discared down to her black panties she wore under her greaves. Which were also left to the wayside.
Ember lays on the stone slab on her side, with one hand sexily rubbing her hip. Her tail swishing around playfully.
"What do you think? This gold look good on me?" She says as your eyes are drawn to her chest. Those perky dark blue nubs of her nipples poking hard and firm as they were shrouded by the thin rectangular bits of gold and gem. She added to the seductive nature by licking her snout with her tounge. "Grrrr come on Emporer Screech, I'd say you've earned a little reward."
You can't help but wonder just what's gotten into her. She's been quick to getting the bed rocking a lot latley, almost as if there's something she's been meaning to tell you but you shrug it off as you stand beside her. You place your hands upon her breasts sofftly, getting a good feel for how firm and supple they feel.
"Oh Screech yes mhhh you love playing with with these lovley breasts of mine don't you?" She asks you as you start to knead and caress the smooth pebbled texture of her bosom.
"Yeah." Is all you can dreamily say as you lean down to her snout. She locks eyes with you as she starts to wrap her long tounge around yours and start a little wrestling with them. Her dragoness tounge is long flat and has a slight dryness to it as she starts prodding around in your mouth with it as your hands squeeze on her breasts hard.
Her hisses become low guttural growls as you feel her claws snapping the straps holding your leather armor on. The one piece tunic falls away leaving you standing beside her in your boots and gloves, your mast at full and poking Ember in the scaly side.
"Mhhh leave the gloves on my Dragon Lord." She says as you climb up onto the late Toadstool's sleeping slab and straddle the blue dragon tempress body giving your own lustful growl. You have something of a bit of dragon in you, thanks to the power rings you've worn on your fingers since te day you married Ember.
Your blood seems to boil as you feel the pulse surging and coursing through every major vessel. Your member stands errect rubbing teasingly in between the tender flesh of her labia. Her inner walls getting wet as you brush the strip of fabric of her panties aside to really get a feel for it. Your growls sound almost as beastly as a real dragon's as Ember's wings pop open at her sides.
"Oh Ember my love, you always feels like velvet when I pound away at your pussy." You whisper softly into her ear as you grab her horns like handlebars as you start to rock your hips and piston your cock into her tight vaginal depths hard. She flails her tounge out at you and growls herself as her inner muscles tighen up and squeeze, ungulating and rippling softly around your cock.
"Oh yes, mhhh I know. Just shut up and fuck me Empeorer Screech." She says as her claws start run across your shoulders, you're quite sure she draws some blood but you're too horny and caught up in the lustful haze to care. She rocks her body in synch with every powerful, thrust. You swear if it wasn't solid stone, the ''bed" would be rocking hard.
"Ember I...I'm gonna cum!" you warn her aa you swear you let out a roar, but you chalk it up to one of her's as your shaft squirts its warm loads of man batter into her fiery warm womb. drained more than any creature hunt you pul out of her, both of you breahing heavily.
"Mhhh you seem to get more and more like a drake every time...screech." She says with a teasing little flick of her tounge. You only chuckle as you get your clothes back on and pack up the gear, you look over at Ember and she seems to blush and smile as...she runs a hand over her stomach and gives her stomach a kiss?
"Screech? There's something I have to tell you."