Chapter 333: • Umber Dragon
SHE’D BET GOOD MONEY—if she had it—they’d never seen a chick that big.
The blondie shook in her grasp. She could literally feel his bones rattling about. How she loved it? Mary gripped tighter, feeling herself already warming up. All that wet, gathering between her big, big thighs. "I ain’t a-avoiding you! Ah-Ah swear on my mama!"
"Aww!!! Look at that. So sweet." She made a face and dragged him close enough for her breath to tickle his lips. He was now vibrating—literally. And Mary was loving the shit out of it. "Ain’t he sweet?" She glanced at the party chicks. But before they could come close to an articulate reply she turned back to the bartender. "Oi! Funny boy!" Her voice came out coarse—which always happened when she was hot and ready, "how about we leave here and you can put that mouth to better use. You can do better than these girly girls. I bet you want a real, BIG WOMAN."
Her large tail curved on the counter to softly stroke him.
"Oh, come on. Is she that thirsty for a filling?" A new voice came out of nowhere.
"Excuse me—" Mary Atwell zoomed black eyes on the Gyaru party, but it wasn’t them. One of the made-up bimbos pointed behind. And Mary dropped the boy. She turned to see a red-eyed bitch, with some ancient red dress, and red shooting out her wrist. Liquid red. Mary Atwell stepped up to her—a tower of scales and booze.
"What did you just say to me?"
Racquel, the red woman, didn’t flinch. "I said, is SHE that thirsty for a filling. Your pussy, I mean."
"WHO THE SHIT ARE YOU?" A clawed arm was rising.
"I am the bitch who is going to give you exactly what you want."
"And what is that, BITCH!" Mary threw back in her face.
"Remember YOUR EMINENCE?" Racquel’s red eyebrow arched. Mary went quiet. But Racquel knew better than to buy her attempt at naivety. "As it stands I know, Mary Atwell than you’re in heat. And let’s be sincere, reptiles really don’t know how to keep it in their pants."