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Settling back in her chair, Marcille sighed softly as she let her PC boot up. She absentmindedly ran a hand across the soft cushions as she signed in, eyes darting around her desk to check if she had everything she needed. And as always, her setup was perfect.
Her screen opened up onto an existing tab. She let the page refresh and smiled in triumph as a familiar face filled the screen.
Well, not a face exactly…
dragonqueen85’s iconic draconic mask greeted her viewers, filling all space and leaving no room to glance at what lay behind her. It covered most of her face, save for her mouth and a flash of golden eyes. Red scales covered the surface followed by curling horns.
Her glossy lips curled into a smile, a fleeting flash of teeth, as her voice flowed out of the speakers like honey, “It’s nice to have you here, Ambrosia, you’re on time again.”
Heart pounding, Marcille leaned forward just enough to grab her keyboard and start typing. Then she hesitated.
AmbrosiaElf: wouldn’t want to miss such a momentous occasion <3
She erased the heart emoji. Then added it back. And after another moment, erased it again and sent it off.
AmbrosiaElf: wouldn’t want to miss such a momentous occasion
Dragon’s soft laughter made her stomach turn into knots, but like in a pleasant way. A way that made her thighs unconsciously clench.
“You’re such a charmer. But as I said before Ambrosia joined, today’s a special day!” Dragon clapped her hands together, “It’s the one year anniversary of my account! I appreciate all 365 days of your support, and I hope for many more. But you’re not just here for that, right guys?”
The chat exploded in cheers, emojis, and some… particularly notable messages. Marcille sighed and rolled her eyes, but didn’t mute the chat. Instead she deleted some of the abusive messages before Dragon could catch it. Sure, the other mod could monitor the chat just fine, but Marcille felt more comfortable doing it herself.
And wasn’t that a treat?
Dragon trusted Marcille to keep her chat safe.
Before she could get lost in thought, Dragon pulled away enough to reveal smooth shoulders and silky red straps. She winked at the camera and brought one hand up to skim across her clavicle and up her throat, “I have a treat for the occasion, if you promise to be good.”
Marcille didn’t have to check the chat to know it was undoubtedly tame for once. A small blessing— it meant she had more time to enjoy the show.
Dragon shuffled backwards until she met the edge of her bed, sitting down and spreading her legs to show off her attire, “It’s pretty nice, right? A gift from a special viewer, thank you— and for everyone, my PO box is listed on my account.”
She felt heat bloom on her face as her eyes drank in Dragon’s form. It was a nice lingerie selection, Marcille only felt a little jealous that she didn’t find and send it first.
A lacy red bralette covered her chest, revealing only a hint of soft brown nipples beneath the fabric. Silky fabric criss-crossed her stomach and over the top of her breasts. She wore black stockings held up by matching crimson garters, hugging her soft thighs and caressing the skin. A lacy black thong covered only the bare minimum of her hairy mound.
Marcille’s throat felt dry at the sight. Her eyes strayed towards the panties, where she could see blonde curls poking through the lace. Those same curls had her mouth watering at the same time.
“Let’s keep this on for a little longer,” Dragon hummed as her hand dropped from her throat, instead rubbing her leg in absentminded circles, “Then you can unwrap me slowly. Like a gift.”
Then quick as a whip, she dug her finger under one of her garters and snapped it, her mouth falling open at the sensation. She sighed softly and did it again, then again.
She seemed almost lost in the sensation, but Marcille couldn’t have that.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she sent in a donation. Dragon’s PC repeated it back in a robotic voice to its’ owner.
AmbrosiaElf: got any big plans for the main attraction? I’m not complaining by the way
Dragon peeled her eyes back open, treating the camera to her full golden stare, “I’m glad you asked, Ambrosia. It’s another special gift, you’ll remember this one, I’m sure of it.”
Standing back up, she sent a quick wink to the camera and padded off, “I’ll be right back.”
Leaning back in her chair, Marcille hummed and wondered what it would be. Last time she had fingered her ass until she squirted. The week before that, donators controlled the speed of her vibrator. Now that had Dragon crying so sweetly…
She was pulled out of her dirty thoughts by the sound of something thudding gently on Dragon’s bed. And almost instantly she felt her ears heat and perk up.
Humming a cheerful tune, Dragon set about adjusting the machine on her bed. She set the metallic box up near the foot of the bed, right in view of the camera. Finally satisfied with the positioning, she smiled at the camera and kneeled on the bed, splaying her knees apart.
“Does this bring back memories?” She sing-songed as she tossed a bottle of lube next to the machine. She brought back her arms to twist her short hair up into a claw clip, “Ooooh, looks like chat’s a little excited. ”
And she wasn’t wrong. Most veteran chatters quickly recognized the fucking machine that featured in some of her first streams. Newer chatters just found themselves excited to see the Dragon ride.
Marcille herself let out a low sigh and crept her hand down her chest, rubbing at her nipples through her chest. She hated to admit it, but she actually missed seeing the damn machine. It had been what brought her to dragonqueen85’s stream in the first place.
The Dragon seemed to copy Marcille’s actions, bringing one hand to cup one breast and the other to brush against her stomach rolls. She stroked her stomach with a steady hand, brushing aside some of the cloth straps to reveal more skin dotted with moles.
She brought a hand inside her bra and pushed one cup aside to fully reveal her nipple. Twisting it with a sharp gasp, her hips unintentionally jerked forward, “Oh! I forget… how sensitive I am.”
Marcille audibly gulped. She scurried to take her shirt off in one go, her bra already discarded hours ago. She gripped both breasts, eyes glued to Dragon’s hands and copying her motions.
She wasn’t as sensitive as Dragon was, but the repetitive motion of twisting and pulling soothed her racing brain. She kept fiddling with her nipples as Dragon poured some of the lube onto her own breast.
The lube shined in the low light of Dragon’s room, highlighting the sweat building up on her skin. Her hand continued to work over herself, her hips rolling against nothing as her nipple turned red and abused.
“Like… hah, like that?” Dragon panted and abruptly let go of herself, her hand still smeared with lube, “Oh! I guess I poured too much, huh? Well… we might as well use it, right?”
Marcille’s pussy throbbed in time with each tug of her nimble fingers. Her head hit the back of her chair as she started to pant. Now each touch was pure electricity sent down her spine to her groin. She had to be careful now— there were only so many times she could cum in one session.
Dragon had to pull the thong away from her lips with a string of slick following after it. She smiled in anticipation, her lubed fingers skimming over her mound and clit, before she seemingly remembered something and pulled away, “I almost forgot!”
Leaning over the edge of her bed, showing off the creamy skin of her side and upper thigh, Dragon was the envy of muses everywhere. Her muscles flexed minutely, bringing more attention to every movement and twitch. Marcille was in love.
Sitting back up, Dragon waved a, quite frankly, massive crimson dildo in the air. It was instantly recognizable as her favorite— custom and draconic inspired. Fitting of the theme, it sported ridges and bumps and a tasty little curve.
She wrestled it one-handed onto the fucking machine with a little grunt. Chat went wild . Marcille had to mute a few creeps, rolling her eyes as she had to take her hands off to type.
“Whew! Sorry about the technical difficulty, I… kind of forgot to do that earlier. Oops?” Dragon’s shy giggle instantly calmed her viewers with no effort. She took a deep breath and settled back into her persona.
Looking up from beneath her fluttering lashes, her ruby red lips pouted, “We won’t let that ruin our fun. Keep your eyes on me, okay? I’m going to get you ready for me.”
Dragon reached for a small remote on the bedspread and clicked a button. Her stream changed to two different camera angles, the one aimed at the headboard and the other at Dragon’s back.
Eyes widening, Marcille reached her hand into her waistband as Dragon leaned forward, taking the toy’s cockhead into her mouth. With her other hand, Dragon spread her lips for the camera. Wetness had already started to leak down her inner thighs, making the glide of her fingers smooth.
Her pussy throbbed even harder. She wished that mouth was in-between her legs instead, lapping up her slick instead of a rubber toy. Marcille’s fingers drifted across the wet spot on her panties.
As Dragon slid down the fake cock and started bobbing her head, Marcille decided she deserved a little treat. Pulling her panties down, she reached forward on her desk and grabbed her vibrator, turning it on with just a press of a finger.
She kept it on the slowest setting for now, teasing it between her sensitive thighs and against her mound, letting the vibration move through her skin. Marcille felt all tension leave her body as she slumped against the chair, dragging her keyboard closer to type with one hand.
Another donation played through Dragon’s speakers.
AmbrosiaElf: You’re such a good girl. Can you taste yourself for me?
Dragon’s eyes fluttered as she let out a low, muffled moan. Marcille watched as she wiped some of the slick off her thighs and pulled her mouth off the cock. She swallowed visibly, her skin almost buzzing, as she used her wet hand to stroke her cock, covering it in her fluids.
“Like this, mommy?” Dragon’s voice came out raspy, a smile pulling at her lips. Kissing the tip of the cock, her tongue came out to lick at the fluid. Her hips jerked hard again— this time they met the sheets and gave her some much-needed relief. She reached behind herself again and mercilessly plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt.
“Yeah,” Marcille muttered under her breath, “Just like that.”
She kicked her vibrator up a notch and pressed it fully against her lips. It sent a shockwave through her groin. Panting, she stuffed two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and started sucking.
Dragon’s pace was brutal as she bobbed up and down the cock, her own fluids coating her lips and tongue like a wet dream come true. She started to scissor her fingers, adding another one when Marcille wasn’t looking. Drool started to spill from the corners of her mouth.
Her chat passed by in a flurry of motion.
Mommyslittlekitten: wish that was my cock rn
Whpsnchns: I just came
boobsboobsboobs: Watch those milkrs bounce!!!!!
Finnsdinn: hey you sound familiar
yourtwinkie: do you need a dog? i can bark
AUTOMOD: Doxxing dragonqueen85 will guarantee a lifetime ban
Whpsnchns: whoops someones in troubleeee
its9inchesIswear: I love the way she bounces on her fingers, what a slut
Finnsdinn: no but im like sserious, i think we have classes together
AmbrosiaElf: @ Finnsdinn, this is your final warning, do not speculate on dragonqueen85’s identity.
Sxbby: im so fuckign wet right now
Finnsdinn: MESSAGE DELETED
AUTOMOD: User has been banned.
yourtwinkie: LMAO
Marcille had to wipe her fingers clean to type, but as soon as the user was banned, they were back in her mouth where they belonged. She pressed her vibrator harder against her cunt, it was thin enough to where she could slip it inside an inch. She imagined it was Dragon’s strap on invading her greedy hole.
Pleasure rang in her gut and she felt her abdominal muscles clench as she came for the first time that night, vibrator coated in her sputtering juices. Marcille pulled it away with a sharp gasp and turned it off, tossing it against her desk, uncaring of the mess.
Dragon pulled off the cock with a pop of her lips, mouth falling open and letting her tongue hang out as she panted. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy slowly, letting the camera catch the way her pink lips fluttered and twitched without the intrusion.
“Are you ready for me, baby? Do you think I can take every inch of you?” Her pussy-soaked hand wrapped itself around Marci— the cock, jerking it off to coat it in more of her essence. She poured an extra sputter of lube on top, before rising on her knees and teasing her cunt with the tip.
Another donation sounded out, not from Marcille this time, although she agreed wholeheartedly with the message.
Ride me on your highest setting.
“Sounds like a challenge,” Her lips fell into an open-mouthed smile, “But I’m ready, give it to me.”
Marcille popped her fingers out of her mouth and reached down to circle her clit, imagining herself guiding her strap to Dragon’s gaping hole. She would be on her hands and knees, panting and gasping for more, as Marcille rubbed against her folds. Then Marcille would lay herself over her back and plunge in one thrust, simultaneously gripping Dragon’s tits for balance—
Dragon sank down the monster cock in a smooth glide, made so by all her prep. She bottomed in almost a minute, all 10 inches in a miraculous use of gravity. Her chest heaved with the activity and she let out a disbelieving laugh, twirling one of the straps of her lingerie, “I guess we should take this off, then. More for you to see, baby.”
It fell easily off her chest like water. She massaged both tits together, sending a choked groan straight to Marcille’s groin.
Then she leaned down and turned her fucking machine on. In a flurry of motion, the dildo came to life and started to ravage her pussy.
It was a rhythmic, fast motion relishing in slick sucking sounds. Dragon’s cunt ate it up like it was the easiest thing in the world. Her lips turned a rosy red color, abused and pleasured and so so very satisfied.
But she was still a hungry beast. Dragon lifted herself higher and slammed down as the same time her dildo thrusted up.
The backward camera became a victim of her sudden squirting orgasm, fluid dotting the lens but not totally obstructing the view. Dragon didn’t falter, instead riding hard through the orgasm. She leaned forward and grabbed the poles of her four poster, eyes squeezing shut as she used the beams to guide her momentum downward.
“You-You’ve got so much stamina!”
Marcille bit her lip to stop more moans from escaping. Lifting her legs, she rested them on her chair legs and kept them spread. She leant forward minimally to type as furiously as she could.
AmbrosiaElf: Don’t stop now, you need Mommy’s seed. I’ll breed you so nicely, please let me
Her Dragon clenched her eyes shut and let out a long wail, “I want it so bad, Mommy, give me your cum! Ugh, make me fat and keep me plugged up, do it, do it now Ambrosia!”
Her fingers sunk into her pussy, ramming hard and fast into that little bundle of nerves. She began to mutter out loud over the sound of wet, fast sex, “That little cunt would take, hah, me so well, I’ll make you cry every night if you’d let me. You could tie me up and spank me, ah, ah, fuck my ass if you want. Oh god-!”
Pressure built up and Marcille knew she was on the precipice.
The toy seemed to thrust faster, even though Marcille knew that was not true. Dragon became incoherent, instead holding on for dear life as her cock fucked hard and fast. Marcille’s fingers sped up to match the pace.
They came at the same time with matching yells, tears dripping down Marcille’s face and drool running down Dragon’s chin to her chest.
It only took a minute for Dragon to turn the fucker off with shaky hands. She stumbled through her goodbyes with an orgasm-drunk smile.
Marcille’s chest heaved with effort. She watched as the stream turned black, then scrambled again for her keyboard as she heard the ping of a DM.
dragonqueen85: Did you like that? My clit is still aching
Instead of sending a legible answer, Marcille took a quick picture of herself from the chest downwards. Her pink nipples were rubbed red and similarly, her cunt looked similar. Her fingers were still buried deep inside, cum covering her knuckles and her smooth mound. She sent it off with a heart emoji.
Dragon sent back another photo of herself rubbing Marcille’s dragon cock against her slit.
Yeah, that was the best purchase she had ever made.
dragonqueen85: <3