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Cool metallic walls along with chilled concrete sent shivers up my spine, the structure groaned in protest against my encroaching weight.. Trapped between two digits, Private Timmy squirmed in the most delightful of ways. Through half lidded eyes, I watched him thrash, pressing against the tips of vice-like fingers that held immovable. Clawed tips nearly as long as the man's legs quickly garnered his attention. He was in a state of fear I could sense and smell about him. I stifled a moan.
Slowly, I lowered him onto a bed of warm, cerulean scales. It was electrifying. In any other situation it would have been positively mundane but now? This moment was beyond euphoric, heart racing in anticipation for what was to come. Each time Timmy's hands slid across smooth scales, trying to find purchase to stop me from dragging his frail form further down through the valley between my breasts. It was almost ticklish in nature but way more than that. I wonder if he could hear my heavy panting as he passed through the relative hills?
Each desperate attempt to halt his progress only built my anticipation. I could feel my nipples hardening as he reached by abdomen. He was just so cute as he left small streaks of saliva in his wake, dragged further down my body, riding freely its curvature. His mouth opened wide, yet I couldn't hear what he said or perhaps yelled, I could only hear a voice in my mind telling me to continue. He did proposition me after all by taking that picture...
For a brief moment, Timmy finally found a spot to which he could hold himself back. It was lucky that I wasn't pulling hard or my little private might have injured himself. A soft giggle escaped my muzzle, giving the soldier a playful tug to dislodge him from his handholds at my bellybutton. I could tell the pull had been a bit jarring for the little one as Timmy looked around disoriented as he slid rapidly toward his destination, well my choice of stop.
I couldn't contain myself any longer, with maw opening wide, a mixture between growling roar and low, throaty groan escaped past my lips. With my unhindered enthusiasm, Timmy was pulled directly onto my nethers. I hadn't even realized how wet I already was, and how I wanted it... No, needed it...
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