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  At last he pushed her all the way into himself one final time, her face buried in his crotch, the scent of his loins wafting up powerfully into her nostrils. She was certain, at any moment, that he would begin to ejaculate into her, filling her throat to the brim, but the moment never came. She waited and waited, thinking it would happen, but then-

  Finally, after so many agonizing moments, he began to relent, pulling himself all the way back out of her, his cock now dripping with fluids. Winter coughed, struggling to breathe as spit dripped onto her chin and heaving breasts, her nipples glistening with saliva by the time she was finished. Once she'd managed to get herself under control, she took a look at Glace's dick, simply to admire her own handiwork, and then gazed into his eyes, attempting to read his expression. He was, unmistakably, quite pleased at what she'd just done for him, but of course neither of them were yet prepared for it to end with just that...

  She took the initiative this time, taking him by the hand, and leading him over to his bed. She laid him down there, his boner waving through the air, and then turned to face away from him. She brought her hands up the lace of her panties, and slowly, very slowly, began to double herself over at the waist as she pulled the things down, down from off of her. She spread herself wide, giving him a delectable view of her young, gorgeous, and now very wet body.

  He appeared even harder than before as she turned back around to him, smiling, and she sauntered up onto the bed with him, lifting her body up over his own. She spread her legs wide, biting her lips as she prepared to take him all in. She lowered herself, straddling him cowgirl style, and felt the first shock of sensation as his tip began to penetrate her. Her lips began to spread and to release a sigh as she lowered herself down, down, down onto him, his throbbing shaft opening her wider than she could ever have imagined. She closed her eyes and let her mouth open wide into an O-shape, letting him fill her up, stretch her out to capacity, and press in so deep inside her that she thought she could feel her pulse beating around him.

  She was shaking by the time she'd made it down all the way, her body containing more man than it had ever done before in her life. She leaned slightly forward, placing her hands on Glace's abdominals, and began to writhe about on top of him like a belly dancer, gyrating that milky white body of hers in a way that made her ice giant's eyes grow wide. She moved about rhythmically, her wet pussy sliding along the incredible obstacle of his dick, the sensations immediately beginning to sweep through her with each passing thrust of her body. Without her even fully realizing it, a low, steady moan began to pour from her lips, a noise of ecstasy, filling up the entire room. She clutched her breasts, needing to hold onto something for support, and clearly the sight of them pressed up against her own body was one that pleased the man beneath her, in turn.

  After quite some time of this, Winter's body slowly began to slump down onto Glace's own from exhaustion, her shoulders pushed together, her head resting on his chest as she attempted to re-energize herself. From this point onward, however, and not at all to her disappointment, Glace clearly had intentions of taking over. She could feel his hands, slightly repositioning her down below, and lining her up for what he had in store.

  She braced herself, certain that, as pleasurable as this was likely to be, it also bound to be intense as well. And sure enough, without once sliding back out of her all the way in the ensuing moments, the two of them began to fuck again- this time, with Glace thrusting up into her from below.

  She began to scream, as he plowed that incredible dick of his up into her, pounding her tight pussy, stretching it out to such an incredible capacity that she could scarcely fathom it. “Oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes!” she was screaming, as the Night Prince continued to stutter up into her from below, nailing her with frenzied vigor, his nails sinking into her ass as a means of holding her in place as he pounded her mercilessly. His dick slammed and slammed up into her, his testicles smashing into her ass as he fucked, their bodies getting sweatier and sweatier as he hurled himself up into her, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  He'd nearly stretched her to the breaking point by the time he came to a momentary rest, lowering his body back onto the surface of the bed, and giving Winter a very short break to catch her breath before the next round of fire came underway. Her breasts were heaving like wild, her eyes wide and crazed, and she pushed several wet strands of hair from her eyes that had become plastered to her face in the ensuing period.

  “Oh, fuck...” she said, very much in a stupor, and without a clue of what Glace had in store for her in the moments to come.

  Suddenly, his hands were on her again, flipping her over, positively manhandling her onto her hands and knees- and God, did she ever love this...

  He spread her out like an animal, clasping his hands to her butt cheeks several times, spanking them raw, and getting her nice and ready to be penetrated from behind. Once more, he pressed his tip to the lips of her pussy, and this time spared her no expense as he plowed up inside her, tearing her open once again- a feeling she should have grown used to by now, but which succeeded again in catching her offguard.

  He pushed himself all the way up inside of her, and waited no time at all to begin thrusting in and out of her from behind, his buttocks clenching and unclenching as his huge, muscular anatomy came careening into Winter's slight, petite form.

  “Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” This way felt the best yet...

  He smashed repeatedly into her, her buttocks bouncing and jiggling as his body slammed into her from behind, her breasts swinging wildly from her chest, her fingers clenching into fists against the sheets as the fury and ecstasy of his love came coursing through her systems.

  The sensations were getting hotter and hotter, stronger and more defined, far beyond the realms of any pleasures she'd ever before had the luxury of knowing. Harder, harder, deeper, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god... Damn...”

  WHAM!

  With one final, devastating blow he hurled himself up inside her, drilling to the very core of her soft, nubile body, and holding into place. Immediately, he began to ejaculate, letting out a tremendous roar that was the first real vocal sound she'd heard come from him since she'd first set eyes on the man. He pumped her full of his hot, molten sperm, sending pulse after pulse of the stuff, again at total odds with the coldness of his appearance, up deep into her overstuffed cunt. It began to flow back out of her in its thickness and abundance, spilling from out of her body and dripping onto the bed, drenching her quivering thighs, and the combined effect setting her over the edge with delight.

  She let out a scream that paralleled Glace's own, and began to cum hard. Sensations burned up through her body in waves, gripping every limb, every nerve, making her vision go white for a moment from the pleasure of it. Her spine arched, her toes curled, and orgasm destroyed her, making her tremble and shake so violently that she seemed on the verge of passing out.

  Then at last, at long, long last, she let out an incredible gasp, the sensations ebbing away, and the world seeming to spin around her. Glace pulled out of her with a mighty effort, and she collapsed to the surface of the bed, panting and exhausted, but happy as hell with what had just been done to her.

  Glace climbed back up onto her like a blanket, pulling her tight up against himself, his massive heart beating up against her, the sound of the thing bringing a smile to her face as she slowly drifted into sleep.

  This whole visit had proven an unexpected surprise, but that wasn't at all to say it was an unpleasant one...

  Chapter 4

  Winter was going down. Literally.

  Her caravan now traveling south at last to the plains of Southerado, her mind and body were still buzzing with uncertainty. She hadn't at all expected her rendezvous with Glace to have been so fulfilling, giving that it was just brutal, agonizing sex- but then again, perhaps that had been precisely what made it so fulfilling...

  Still, though, did sheer physicality hold even the slightes
t candle to the sort of obvious and adoring affection that Jim Slush paid to her, even with his hangups about manners and tradition and all that? Plus, Winter still had this last candidate to go, and if he ended up surprising her to the degrees that the first two had, she didn't have a clue how she would go about making her final decision.

  Maybe, she thought, she would end up just throwing up her hands and saying screw it. She'd done what her father had asked; she'd gone and met these bozos and made an honest, open-minded effort to get to know them. But was anything she'd seen thus far impressive enough for her to want to give up the rest of her life for it? Any problem that could be solved through the surrendering of her vagina couldn't possibly be that difficult to figure out through other means. Maybe she should just let the four kingdoms figure it all out for themselves and give up her attempt at helping altogether...

  The final candidate, the Dragon Prince of the South, was a man called Dargon. Or, rather, a human-dragon hybrid called Dargon. As she stepped out of her carriage to greet him, she was immediately struck by his appearance- she hadn't suspected there would be much of an attraction giving the differences in there species, but she was quickly proven wrong in this fact. Dargon's anatomy, or at least the stuff that it took for romance to exist, was largely that of a man's. His torso and arms and legs were strong and muscular, covered in red scales. His neck and head were those of a dragon, though his eyes looked strangely human in themselves, and he had a massive set of wings resembling those of a bat, as well as a long, lizard-like tail protruding from his backside.

  She might never have thought this possible, but by all appearances Dargon was... Well, he was hot...

  “Greetings, fair lady,” he said, bowing down before her.

  “Hey,” she nodded, a little bit coldly, as she was still trying not to let herself fall prey to additional romantic feelings for anyone. She could feel herself falling fast, however, and knew it was likely only a matter of time before she inevitably let her defenses fall...

  “It's a pleasure seeing you. I've been looking forward to this meeting. Was your journey a pleasant one?”

  “Oh, you know,” shrugged Winter, and even this slight movement seemed to mesmerize Dargon.

  “Lord... Everything about you, every gesture, is astonishing...”

  “Oh... Thank you,” she said, blushing, and Dargon extended a hand to take hers.

  “Please. Let us walk together. Get to know one another...”

  Winter smiled at him, and gladly accepted his invitation.

  They began to walk among the grounds, hand and hand, watching the sun as it cast its light across the sprawling plains. Each of these regions seemed to possess its own gorgeous individuality, and Winter began to associate each prince with his respective kingdom in her mind.

  Dargon proved far more of a conversationalist than Glace, by at least a country mile. Although his conversation tended to veer a tad more in the direction of the political than Jim Slush had done, Winter found that a lot of his viewpoints on peace and coexistence corresponded with her own. Perhaps, she thought, being of an unusual breed as he was, he'd faced enough discrimination in life to know the importance of treating those around him with respect and decency.

  “But anyway,” he said, after quite a long binge of discussing current events while Winter walked along beside him in silence, “That's enough about politics... Why don't I show you something a little bit more exciting?”

  “Okay?” she replied, almost more as a question, not sure just what he might have in mind.

  Then, however, he stooped over at the waist, and she began to get the picture.

  “Climb on,” he said, and Winter stared at him, confused.

  “I- I'm sorry?” she asked. Was this some sort of weird dragon sex thing she'd never heard about?

  “Go ahead,” he nodded. “Trust me...”

  Winter was hesitant, but she carefully did as she was instructed.

  “Oof, you're heavier than you look,” he said, more reflexively than on purpose, and Winter felt momentarily embarrassed.

  “Yeah, I um... I've been eating quite a bit on this trip...”

  “I'm just joking,” said Dargon, trying to cover himself. “Wrap your arms around my neck please, and hold on tight...”

  Winter squeezed him tightly, feeling anxious, and Dargon jumped up from the ground, beating his wings hard. The earth was suddenly shrinking beneath the two of them, their entwined bodies soaring toward the heavens- and Winter's heart was in her throat.

  They were flying...

  Really, actually flying...

  Winter's mouth was open in a gaping smile, her eyes wide, brimming with water from amazement and from the cold air blowing into her face.

  The plains rolled by in her field of vision, the sun and clouds wooshing past overhead, and Winter felt as though it was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen- and she'd seen the World's Largest Bowl of Brown not one week ago, bear in mind...

  Enamored with the landscape, and getting just a little bit horny from the ridges in Dargon's heaving spine writhing back and forth between her splayed legs, Winter felt a little bit as though she'd died and gone to heaven, very aware of what Dargon's intentions were- showing her just the kind of splendor that marriage with him could entail. She could already picture what their married life would be like, soaring through the clouds on weekends, basking in the beauty of the land. How could life possibly get any better than this?

  The two of them flew and flew, soaring for what felt like hours, and by the time they came to rest on a far off plateau, Winter felt as though she was head-over-heels ecstatic. The sun was setting out beyond them, the light dimming over the rolling plains, and this sight, more than any that she'd seen thus far, proved absolutely breathtaking.

  She stared, for several long moments, and then turned at last to Dargon, who only had eyes for her in that moment. Their gazes locked together, an intensity building between the two of them hotter than even Dargon's fiery breath.

  And then, without a warning, the two of them were leaning into one another, kissing passionately.

  His arms were around her, pulling her into his nearly naked body, his tunic already beginning to bulge with arousal as their burning loins collided. For a man with dragon lips, which is to say very little in the way of lips at all he was a surprisingly good kisser, particularly thanks to the use of his incredible tongue- whose services Winter would come to appreciate all the more in the moments to come. He pushed it into her mouth, long and reptilian as it was, and let it twist around her cheeks, tasting every bit of her perfection. She pushed her own tongue back feebly, having very little to work with by comparison, and to compensate for her inadequacies in this department she pressed her entire body up into him, more firmly than ever.

  Their hearts beating hard against one another, Winter wasted into time in furthering this connection to an even greater degree. She reached down for the hem of her dress, and slowly pulled it up over her head, treating Dargon to quite the immaculate view of her snowy white body as the article drifted to the ground at her feet. She left her panties in place for the time being, thinking Dargon could do with these as he so pleased, and then crept back up into his arms, this time hoisting one leg up around him as the two of them kissed. He placed a tender hand on the small of her back, sending a shiver of sensations through her sweating body, and folded his wings up around her, wrapping her into himself like a blanket.

  She could feel him, getting harder and harder up against her, the wetness in her panties getting unbearable, her mind spinning with desire as that perfect tongue of his continued to slide around inside her mouth. He nearly choked her with the thing, and brought a hand up to her breast, his fingers sinking deep into it`, clutching it for dear life. She sighed with pleasure, her nipples growing hard as he pinched and manipulated them, and one hand in particular beginning to call her to attention.

  One palm was sliding down along the sweat-soaked plains of her body, from her breasts to her h
eaving stomach, to her waist, down beneath the fabric of her panties...

  She let out an audible gasp, her legs closing together, as he began to finger her lovingly, her dripping vagina squelching as he pushed his digits in and out of her, the sensations quickly beginning to mount. “Oh God... Oh... Oh... Oh...”

  He brought his mouth back to hers, stifling her kisses like a silencer on a weapon, making her eyes flutter shut as he continued to finger her down below. He planted his mouth all over her, letting his lips fall from her own to the side of her face, to her chin, to her neck. He lightly sank his teeth into her, not quite enough to draw blood, but enough to fill her to the brim with just the right amount of pain and pleasure. She whimpered with delight, and after several seconds of holding there he released her, continuing on his way down, down, down...

  His lips were on her breasts now, treating them to a licking that they wouldn't be soon likely to forget. She was panting like an animal in heat, her chest heaving wildly as he consumed her. His lips melted around each tender pink nipple, suckling her heard, pulling back, sinking his teeth into her. He gently released, and let her body settle back into place, evoking a terrible sigh of pleasure, then allowed his tongue to come rolling back out, lapping around the perimeters of each breast. Back, forth, back forth he alternated, her tits buzzing with sensation, moans pouring from within her, as all the while he continued to finger her wet femininity down below.