There is a lot for them both to enjoy as he slowly takes her apart with his mouth, nails pressed into her thigh. Discoveries that wind the threads of pleasure tighter and tighter. She is a symphony for his ears, a divine banquet for his appetites. (A feast, a treasure, just for him. HIS dragon.)

She comes with a cry of pleasure that is nearly a scream, bucking hard against his mouth. There's no way the village doesn't know there's sex going on right now, unless they think the noises are from evil spirits or demons or something.