Exton

Laying in Twillon's arms, Weebit watches Tork as he cocks his head. The dragon had been staring out their window for the last hour, as if deep in thought. Finally, he shakes himself and settles onto the back of his favorite chair. Tork seems to be asleep within moments.

Twillon's long fingers stroke her wild hair and he kisses her temple. "Do you want to change? You seem to sleep better in your natural size."

She smiles, snugging herself close. "You just like when I change back."

His laughter is soft. "Of course. Seriously though, you DO sleep better."

"Maybe later. Right now I just want to feel you in me again."

Twillon smiles and rolls slightly. His fingers begin to stroke and tease until she is moaning in pleasure. He urges her to mount him, letting Weebit take her time. There is a thud above them and he laughs.

"Think Ob fell out of bed?"

Weebit giggles and her muscle walls contract involuntarily, making him groan. She rocks forward and tightens the muscles again.

"I won't last Honey-girl." He grits his teeth, fighting for control.

"Then don't." She slams down, taking him deep. Twillon shudders, sliding his fingers between them to tweak her clit. His fingers stroke, making her writhe. It is nearly his undoing. Flipping her onto her back, Twillon rises above her and thrusts deep. He quickens his pace, feeling his need tightening into that familiar knot. She screams, clamping around him, and Twillon lets himself go. He slams deep, grinding as he continues to play with her clit.

Weebit writhes, pushing at his hand. "Enough! It is too much!"

Twill smiles down at her, his long blonde hair framing her body.

"It is yours."

He kisses her gently, moving to ease out of her.Weebit clamps her legs around his hips.

"I didn't say to move. Just stop."

He kisses her again, bracing himself to not crush her. He rolls, letting her find a more comfortable position, trying  to keep them entwined. Sleep finds them as the night begins to lighten.