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The mature dragon lead the way, the rain had been going on for a while, torrential at times - and it felt like it would never end. It was impossible to fly in these conditions, and as a rider you A) would simply see nothing, and B) be at risk of falling off the drake and plummeting to your death...so walking it was. With how thick the jungle was, both you and your faithful mount were grounded, stuck to following the hulking mass that could clear a way as you followed behind. Luckily Smolder knew of a den somewhat close by, near a stomping ground that he grew up in, you knew it wouldn't be luxurious, but you'd take anything at this point to get out of the storm.
"Come on! This way, we're close!"
The big dragon looked back, smirking and licking his lips as he caught your gaze darting between his eye contact, and his large back-sac, flaccid member - anus and all.
"And once we get there, we can 'undress' and 'warm' right up, it's been a while since you've serviced me - hasn't it my little morsel? Don't think I haven't been seeing you eyeing up my ass and junk all night. Don't worry, you'll be close to them real soon..."
You gulp, blushing, knowing full well that even when you got out the storm, it was hardly going to be over.
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