The air was still, tense. Leaves of the trees hardly moved. Branches held high over the underbrush, flecks of rain wet the dry dirt with the beginnings of an oncoming storm. Tension wire groaned as it was staked between bushes, nets and leather drawn taut and ready to snap. Just feet away from the trap crouched a hunter.
She stayed low in the bushes. Years of fighting and hunting brought out well toned muscles, among her companions she towered over them by a good half a foot. The job did not come without its risks: scars were etched into her arms, a pinky and ring finger missing off one hand, an eyepatch over one eye, things she would do all over again if it meant she could relive those hunts. Her leather armor was made for mobility, made for utility with an array of tools across them. In her hands lay a crossbow fitted with a set of bolas, ideal for trapping winged prey.
Branches broke deeper into the woods as she hunkered down. A finger lay on the crossbow's release. The ground shook and birds scattered from trees as if the woods began to panic. From the deeper thickets strode an immense being, a dragon clad in green scales. He was larger than her previous prey, forest scales thick like armor and pulled over lean muscle. The shape of his body was lithe, not without its bulk, the lithe muscles larger than any in her own body. His back rose higher than most horses and those massive wings remained folded and close. Fortunately the dragon's underbelly was vulnerable, tan colored scales smaller and finer than the armored green ones lined from under his jaw to his tail.
A predatory growl issued from his throat as striking green eyes scanned the woods, taking a moment to track an unfamiliar scent with a few deeper sniffs. The hunter raised the crossbow towards the beast's front claws. Her heart thundered in her chest as she watched it near her, each step sending a small tremor beneath her feet.
With a snap the dragon tripped her first trap. There was a sharp snarl of anger and a flash of fangs as a net ensnared the back half of him. The hunter clicked the crossbow releasing the bolas, swinging through the air to strike both front claws pinning them together. Fierce and wrathful eyes found her hiding spot as he struggled. There was a rip, a tear, the net broke apart and the dragon's jaws snipped the bolas clean apart. Claws planting into the ground, he bellowed a fearsome roar that split across the woods, more than enough encouragement for the hunter to sprint away as fast as she could.
She leapt through the boughs the dragon crashed through, the beast making a violent wake through the woods. As she slid beneath a rotted tree the dragon blasted through it. Claws fell heavy, his tail lashed pieces of bark apart, each ragged and furious breath a growl at her heels. The hunter stayed light on her feet, a lake nearing ahead. A root caught her foot sending her tumbling down a hill, her back hitting a tree stump in time to watch her pursuer close in.
There was a fanged sneer and a hissing laugh as he watched her trip. With a cocky expression on his draconic features he took his time stepping down the hill. She had no blade large enough to pierce his hide and he was well aware of that. Jaws opened to speak-
-when another trap snapped. There was one last sharp snarl as his claws were bound together, leather tying up his body and lashing around his snout. It tipped him over on his underbelly, each struggle only pulling the bindings on his body tighter. The hunter breathed a sigh of relief, it was always good to have one trap in her pocket. Drawing a carving knife she now took her time stepping up the hill, a cocky look on her human features.
"I've caught myself a big boy haven't I? Oh, what's the matter? Is somebody mad they got snared by a little human?" She teased, straddling his neck to sit back on his chest. He glared back as the cold knife pressed to his neck, rain beginning to fall more consistently, then made a smaller yelp with a jump looking around her to the straps.
The hunter paused, act dropping for more genuine concern as she loosened the straps around his jaws. "Too mean?"
The dragon shook his head, "no, no its good. Gwen, one of the straps is riding up my ass hard. Do you mind fixing it?"
His voice was smooth, betraying the feral act he had put on just moments ago and showed an excess of control over himself. The question was met by a more tender touch from Gwen.
The hunter stood up and walked around his bound bulk, finding the pesky strap that had rises too high towards his tail. She neatly pulled it aside, pulling it taut along the curve of his haunches so it wouldn't fall back. She then slapped the dragon's ass. His form jumped with a playful trill, watching as she walked back and climbed onto his chest. She took his head into her hands more sweetly, kissing the tip of his snout. "Better, Kier?"
"Better."
The bindings around his snout were pulled tight once more, a harsh growl trembling in his chest beneath her. A smile split across her lips as their eyes met with no less intensity. She gripped his horns to pull his growling face close to her own, smirking as she held him in place.
"Oh I'm going to have fun with you," she teased. One hand undid the clasps of her leathers, meeting the dragon's intense glare. Her clothing opened up along her chest similar to a button up, the slope of her smaller breasts revealed along with the more defined muscles of her abs. Holding the straps of the binding leathers she tugged his snout against her chest, "Tongue."
Kier growled deep. Claws fidgeted behind her, a talon curling over the straps. A single flick proved them to be too thick to rip free from immediately, but with time and enough cuts it could come free-
The green dragon was brought back by the sound of a blade scraping along his scales. A full bodied shudder passed through him rocking atop the grasses, and a long, articulate tongue slipped from his jaws. Thick, hot, Gwen's eyes lit up at the sight of it as her thighs tensed to pull together. Kier pressed his tongue flat to her abs, dragging them up and bringing a pleased hum from the hunter. That tongue drew up along her chest, up her collarbone, over her neck and pushed up her cheek. He was met with a softer, appreciative kiss in a smaller breach of character before his head was pushed down to her abs where he started. "Again."
Large claws flexed, a smirk cracked Gwen's rougher features as that tongue pushed up along her body. Her hips made a smaller squirm, feeling the way her breaths came shallower in the light drizzle that made the dragon's scales gleam. Her head fell back as water droplets rolled down her body. The smirk grew as she felt Kier trying to fight his binding, those lean muscles showing as her body rolled and moved with him. She should make him wait longer, but he was making things too good to resist.
"Again." As that thick tongue pulled up her body one hand guided him to roll up the slope of her breast, breath catching as he slowed down over her sensitive nipple. Dizzied by the sensation her eyes closed, huffing as she pulled a buckle free, slipping her leathers down from her hips to her knees. Keeping the dragon's head occupied up higher she ground her wetness against his softer scales, humming a moan as she caught his tongue between her lips. That woodsy taste made a kindling fire inside her burn brighter, suckling back as he withdrew the firm muscle from her.
Gwen's own savory tasted quickened Kier's heart, being bound so and at her mercy moreso. That claw sawed at the bindings, his tail lashing side to side as a heated snort met her skin. His eyes watched with want as she pushed his head down between her thighs, grinding herself against the tip of his snout with another command. "Tongue."
The scent of her arousal so close now caused a snarl to rip through his great body below her, caused his pupils to dilate with wildness. It sent a surge of delight through Gwen as her back straightened, a louder, bolder moan at her lips as she felt the way he pushed that tongue out against her slit. Inch after inch grazed past, pushed firm against her as the tip of his tongue pushed between her thighs. Her scarred cheeks turned rosier with a white knuckled grip on his horns, the teasing turning to a burning need as she pulled him closer. "That isn't what I meant. TONGUE."
A smirk pulled at Kier's own jaws as he watched her pant, get so worked up, and indulged in the rougher way she treated him. He made drawing his tongue back just as agonizing for her as her thighs squeezed his snout, reclined atop his body as finally the tip met her slip. It drew along the length of her entrance once before making a firm and sudden push. Gwen jolted, sighing with the sensation. "Mmmmm... fuck, Kier...."
Her hips eagerly rode him back, wanting more. All the trap laying, the hunting, the running, it was all her foreplay and she was ready for more. Rain cooled her hot skin as her wetness coated his tongue, feeling it part her deep inside. Her passage squeezed him tight, Gwen biting a knuckle with a stifled moan as she felt him twist inside her.
Her hips lifted to grind her clit against his firmer scales, and the dragon obliged. Kier's head moved in rhythm with her hips helping her get more friction. That long tong began its harder thrusts, giving Gwen the rougher treatment she loved. One of her hands gripped the bindings around his claws for balance, the other came to her breast pinching and tweaking her nipple. His name was murmured against his scales, passage squeezing his tongue again.
It never got old, the thrill of having the dragon's head between her legs and his "reigns" in hand, pulling them to demand he stop treating her so gently. The draw of his forceful breath to her bare skin gave her goosebumps, feeling that aching need fulfilled only made it better. It was indulgent, it was excessive, it was exactly what she wanted. She let herself moan as pleasure welled up inside her, the lathing of that long tongue deep inside her making her head swim and causing moans to trail the end of each breath.
Her hips rolled faster, harder with frustrated huffs. Kier ground back, pushing his tongue deeper until he bottomed out with a small bump. Feeling so full, Gwen cried out again with a louder moan. The leathers hung loosely on her body, half concealing her body to him in such a teasing way. He made a rougher snort against her thighs, the sudden sensation of heat tripping her into her climax early.
"Oh Kier-fuck!" She squeezed his tongue tight, riding his snout hard as she gripped his bindings, gripped her breast tight. Thighs pulled around his snout as he bucked, the dragon's girthy tongue keeping her so well parted as he thrust harder, faster. That tongue filled her over and over, pushing her into her climax and was unrelenting during it. He growled aggressively, the fierce vibrations making her hips buck and roll reflexively as he tried to pull free, tried to pin her down but was held back by the bindings.
