The Foundation Mage [LGBTQ+ Kinky Progression Fantasy]

With her newfound strength, Selia plucked Vicktor up and threw him upon the bed.

He landed with surprising comfort. It was significantly better than his cot. It had far more to give than any bed he'd ever slept on. Before the academy, he'd slept on leather wrapped aurochs fur and hide blankets.

"What's this bed made of?" Vicktor exclaimed.

Selia pounced, using her wings and tail to aim the short jump. "You focus on the strangest things, let me help you with that."

Like a viper, she struck, taking his entire cock into her maw. Once ensnared, she used her long tongue to charm his shaft into hardening. His toes curled as she worked the underside of his girth.

She gazed up into his eyes and winked. Her mouth tongue descended further, forcing him nearer to the tight throat. Selia's long snake-like tongue descended, licking his rim and tonguing his hole as she deepthroated him, using her swallowing muscles to massage it as it slipped deeper inside.

Selia moved her hands under his ass, using her iron strength to hold him at the perfect distance.

Selia continued her onslaught, moving past the rim and into his ass. It was a strange sensation and not unpleasant, so he let her prey upon his depths.

As he became more comfortable with the feelings, Vicktor felt his pleasure build. Her rhythm and control were exceptional. Despite all the sharp teeth around his manhood, he felt no worries. His chest began to breathe deeper and his heart began to pound.

Minutes passed as her existence seemed solely focused on his pleasure. Suddenly, her maw opened wide and she lowered her throat even more onto him. Her tongue probed deeper, forcing pleasure upon him until it reached a spot in his core.

She flicked at it with her nimble tongue. Vicktor trembled, a shudder running down his body. Selia continued to play and stimulate the part within him.

His balls began to tighten, his breath catching. Finally after blissful agony, Victor poured his load into her. It was far stronger than he expected. His hips bucked as deposited shot after shot into her waiting gullet.

Finally, after he finished pulsing in her mouth, she removed herself from his loins, and looked up at him, a mouth full of cum.

Selia extended her powerful wings, showing off her size and power. She raised their mouth high in the air as if offering it to the gods themselves. The light from the lantern was almost completely enveloped.

Her mouth snapped shut. With a loud gulp, the proud dragon swallowed.

She revealed an open mouth, filled with a clean tongue and glittering teeth.

Vicktor panted for a few moments, allowing steady slow breaths to return before saying.

"My turn."

Selia rotated, letting her tail slide between her legs as she reclined on the far side of the bed, wings retracted against her back. Her slit wet with anticipation.

He dove into her nethers with a passion, his tongue quickly finding her silver snatch, dripping with passion. He began to lap at her juices. It was far sweeter than he'd experienced from previous partners. Perhaps Zorra was right about Chosen's fluids.

Vicktor continued licking until his lungs ached. Coming up for air, he panted against her thigh, with a free hand, he played with her cunt

"You taste delicious."

Selia grinned, her tail tickling his underside.

"You weren't so bad yourself, now back to work."

A strong hand moved from his shoulders and onto his head. Selia forced his face back down into her dripping hole.

He continued his work as the hand held onto his hair, forcing him into place, only allowing small movements to breathe.

Selia muttered words of encouragement as he worshiped her draconic form.

Sometimes it was a consecutive series of yeses, but as his tongue grew more tired and her moans got louder, she continued to growl her appreciation of his technique, enthusiasm and consistency.

"That's right mage, right there, FUUCK!!", Selia roared in pleasure as her hips gyrated in tremendous waves of carnal energy. Aftershocks pulsed up and down her body, her back rose as her wings and spine arched in delight.

There was nothing to do except ensure, so Vicktor held on for dear life, pleasuring the divine sentinel until finally, the last quakes rescinded and her heaving chest rose and fell in great movements.

Her climax on his lips. He climbed up her body, crawling over her toned body to deliver a passionate kiss. Their lips parted allowing their tongues to share the taste.

They kissed for several moments, breathing together as they lay in a sweaty heap. Selia unfurled her wings and used them to bat air, cooling them off. They disengaged, allowing for them to recuperate a little.

Vicktor lay atop Selia, his head in-between scaly breasts. He listened to her heartbeat as it returned to normal.

The afterglow was lovely, heavenly even, but both knew that it was far from over. Their carnal duel needed to continue.

Vicktor took the initiative, his cock hardening against his stomach. Using a hand, he played with the tender cunt, using two fingers to stimulate his lover.

Her soft, panting grunts encouraged him. He added another finger to the sopping wet pussy. After a few moments, he moved his hand to his shaft, lubing himself with her excitement.

Putting his arms to either side of Selia's waist, Vicktor adjusted himself at her entrance, rubbing the underside of his girth against her hot, welcoming hole.

He pressed the tip against her, feeling the inner heat radiate outwards. Wordlessly, he slipped inside her, they both gasping in unison, savoring the feeling of closeness. Every inch of movement felt ordained by the gods.

He hilted himself deep inside, both moaning fiercely as he bottomed out within the dragon. His balls rested gently against her thick scaled tail.

He began to withdraw, feeling her core tighten, contracting against his member, trying to pull him back inside her depth. He resisted as much as he could, feeling the dragon quiver as he pulled out almost entirely except the tip.

With a rush of power, Vicktor slammed back into her, burying himself in the groaning creature. Her hands began to wander as he began to pound away.

Starting at his waist, she worked up to his shoulders and back, using her strength to keep him close as he thrust in his lover. They continued like this for minutes, enjoying the physical act.

Suddenly, Vicktor felt a strange feeling near his ass, something small and thin slipped into his ass. Selia smiled up at him.

"You didn't complain about my tongue."

"I'm not really complaining now," he let out a moan as the tail inched deeper inside him. She reached out and put a hand to his face.

Vicktor grasped her breasts with each hand, groping them feeling the sharp nipples brush against his palms. He indulged in the pleasure, beginning to suck on alternating nipples. He was determined to breed this dragon and give as much as he could. His balls began to slap harder against her as he fucked.

He spoke of filling her with potent seed, of giving her hatchlings, of promises of passionate sex for the rest of eternity. Her eyes gleamed with inner fire.

She began to beg, spurred on by his words until suddenly, the dragon decided it was her turn to finish the duel. With a display of strength and flexibility, she pushed a Vicktor onto his back, still pushing the tail in and out of his hole.

The dragon rode her partner at a fierce pace, her ass bounded up and down his length. Her hands pushed on his shoulders, forcing him in place as she had her way with him. Her mouth opened wide, tongue loose in her mouth as her contractions began to build.

Vicktor let out a cacophony of moans, grunts and even some whimpers as his climax approached rapidly, sensing the change in his cock, Selia unfurled her wings once more. The silver dragon roared a challenge for all the world to hear as they came together. Not would harm her mate.

Vicktor and Selia's bodies melted together in warm orgasmic bliss. Their throbbing ecstasy fused their writhing lust together. Each spurt of cum that he let go was immediately pulled deeper by the greedy dragon.

As their mutual peaks subsided, mental fog overtook them both as their bodies made their exhaustion known. Chests heaved, hearts raced, sweat poured off them, cooling in the night air.

Eventually their bodies separated on the bed, save for a hand that they held tight. Holding hands in the dim light. They laid in the afterglow for several minutes until finally, one of them regained the strength to speak.

"Does this make me a dragon rider?" Vicktor asked, cupping a breast.

The exhausted dragon chucked, "need... to fly..."

Vicktor's face was filled with a tired grin about the prospect, "We definitely need to do that..."

The dragon giggled sleepily, "yess... uhhh, the bed, owlbear... when I advanced... tomorrow, we..."

Selia drifted into sleep. Vicktor shortly after, breaths matching her peaceful rhythm.