Tirna had never felt so intimate with another person. She had no idea that one could be so caring and so tender while exploring her body. Those long, dragon-tongue licks cover her body,  painting her with glistening delight. Her chest heaves up and down as the dragon moves her mouth lower and lower over her body, passing her breasts, tracing the mounds, and slipping along the side of her stomach.
The woman lays back, letting the dragon do as she pleases over her naked body. Tirna enjoyed the sun's warmth that beat down upon her, much warmer than she had remembered in a long time but not unpleasant.
The dragon’s tongue swirls around her navel, and soon, that snout presses against her womb, nuzzling her tenderly at that place of motherhood. Clawed hands slip up along her legs, massaging her calves and her thighs, slipping inside, cupping her deliberately.
Xasandra pulls those legs apart, the dragon’s breath hot and heavy upon the woman’s sensitive flesh. She presses her snout against Tirna’s body, nuzzling the peach. The glistening moistness teases the tip of her nose, and the goddess sniffs a long, sustained breath.
Tirna bites her lip, daring herself to move for the first time, reaching down over her body, feeling herself, cupping her breasts. Xasandra may be a goddess, but here and now, she feels like she is the one being worshiped.
She presses her thighs together, hoping to urge the goddess to keep her from disappearing from between her legs. Xasandra’s grip tightens, and she holds the human in place, a soft growl rising from her voice.
The goddess stares up at Tirna, over her delightful curves and wondrous mounds, a look of possessive dominance upon her draconic features.
Tirna whimpers at sight, but those fierce eyes shift and soften, a gentle giggle rising up from the motherly form between the virgin’s legs.
“Patience, my child,” Xasandra says. “You shall get what you deserve when I deem it. Now… let us see how well you are.”
Xasandra opens her maw wide, her tongue lashing out, thick and robust. It presses against the bottom of Tirna’s lips, molding itself around her shape. Pressing in against the woman’s flesh, the dragon’s tongue slips upward, tasting upon it the delight and desire that glistens at the woman’s folds, the thick base of that muscle making its way to her nub, rolling with expert attention at the clitoris.
Tirna gasps, raising her hips, pressing her elbows to the dirt beneath her. She forces herself up against Xasandra’s mouth, and the dragon responds by gripping her plump cheeks, lifting her up, and bringing Tirna’s womanhood up against her tongue even further.
That is when the appendage penetrates Tirna, wriggling within her, dancing within the woman’s walls in ways no mortal tongue could ever allow. It’s almost like a living thing in its own right.
Tirna’s eyes widened, her voice heightened, and she lifted herself by her hips, her shoulders holding her to the ground, giving her a view of the goddess before her.
Xasandra sits on her knees, holding the woman by the waist, her tongue deep inside of Tirna, wriggling and delveing into her. The thing is so big, so deep, plunging into depths far more than Tirna ever felt possible.
And the bulge in her body, moving around as the thick thing finds itself filling her. It is an experience of divine inspiration and of excitement unlike anything else. She cannot hold on. Her whole form tingles, her core warms even more than what the sun can provide. The pressure and the delight, and the burning desire make her mind cloud.
But that is nothing compared to the final moment, when the tip of that tongue presses up against the final barrier within her, wriggling at that entryway and then poking through.
It is an explosion of heat and sunlight that ravages the woman’s body at that very moment. No amount of self pleasureing she had done alone in her tent our out in the forest could compare her to the complet and total takeover that the goddess’s tongue had given her. She is a deluge of pure delight, her body convulsing against her will and responding to its own pleasures, unlocked by this experience of deific dalliance.
Xasandra pulls her tongue free from the womb of the woman beneath her, gently laying the convulsing human down onto the ground. She slurps her tongue back into her mouth, a soft chuckle rising from her throat. “Very good, indeed,” she coos. “You are indeed a worthy vessel for my seed.”
Bleary-eyed and dazed with pleasure, Tirna grunts and then adds. “Y… your?”
The goddess stands, one foot and then the other, towering over the woman, blocking out the sun with her size. “Oh, yes, my seed. Who else is better to give you what you need?”
“B… but… how?”
Xasandra smirks. “I am the goddess of fertility. I can be many things.” She places her hands upon her collar. “Mother, goddess…” she slides her fingers down, trailing over her breasts, swirling over her nipples. “Even a father.”
“I… impossible.”
“Not with my power, it isn’t,” Xasandra coos, her hands down over her body, slipping down her sides, tracing her pelvic bone, slipping in between, fingers on her thighs, thumbs together right above her womanhood.
Her clitoris throbs underneath those clawed digits, and with a sigh and a thrust of her hips, it erupts from within her, a glistening pole, quivering and pulsing.
Tirna hops up to her elbows, gasping. “T… that’s…!”
Gripping that shaft, the goddess, growls. “Oh yes, it’s for you, and it’s the tool with which you shall receive your firstborn. Now, are you ready for it?”
Tirna swallows, patting her stomach, feeling that warmth tingling within her. She closes her eyes, sighs and smiles. “Yes, my goddess… let me bear your children.”