Marigold was practically a furnace as Marcus crawled in behind her, she'd been dropping hints and flirting rather aggressively for months and it seems like this time she was not going to accept one of deflections or changes of topic. Leaning in he buried his face in her hair and tried to let that soothing scent distract him from the fact she was almost grinding back against his body. "Marigold..." he whispered quietly.
"No! Lord, I know ye cannae be thick headed at this point, you've made it clear ye don't believe yerself to be the Dragon God reborn, but I dont care. Unless he can say right now that you dont want this as much as I do, I'll respectfully have to say shut yer gob an' let her shrine maiden serve ye as she should have been for months...."
Marcus growled softly as he press back against him got more insistent, he closed as eyes as he felt her reaching between her own legs back to him, searching for what she wanted but after a few moments of searching there was a soft sob, "I dont believe this, ye really dont want me?" He could hear the heart break in her voice, the frustration bubbling over as she suddenly tried to crawl away from him. Before she pulled away his arms wrapped around her waist and held her back against him, though he found her fighting against his grip.
"Let me go ye scaley arse, ye've made it clear to me I'm not what ye want, so lemme go before I punch ye, though know ye, ye surely deserve it fer leadin' me on fer weeks!"
Marcus sighed pulling her close, not letting her go despite her struggles, leaning in to kiss the back of her neck as he growled behind her, "Dammit Mari! I do want this too but let me explain first before you go running off."
"Ye got yerself ten breaths lizard make it good or I'm grabbin' ya by yer limp little packer and turning you into an eunuch...."
Marcus sighed reaching over to take her hand guiding it back behind her and down the front of his robe, lifting it to let her feel around for a bit as he whispered, "Love to see you try Mari, just feel a bit and you'll soon realize some of the issue..."
Marigold scrunched up her face as her fingers seemed to be at his navel, her fingers slid lower expecting to find a small or limp little brother between his legs but rather as her fingers slid against his scaled crotch her eyes widened, her fingers had found something that definitely shouldnt be there, "Is that.... Are you a girl?! But what kinda name is Marcus fer a female?! Why didnt ye tell me you were a female?!"
Marcus sighed, "This is exactly why I didn't want to do things this way. In short I'm not female but at the same time i dont have the same body as a human male, it looks like my genitals are kept in my body till needed, but that's only the start, give me a second and you'll understand why I'm nervous about doing something like this with you in this situation, even i cant wrap my head around why it's this way, and no it's not completely a size issue before you ask..." Focusing a bit Marcus tried to relax and let nature do its thing.
Marigold had continued to explore the folds of scaley flesh when they suddenly parted and Marcus' little brother slithered out of its resting place. Under her fingers she felt the pointed tip, rather unlike human flesh, more a leathery feel and hot, it felt like she'd grabbed a rock warmed by the fire pit. As her fingers slid past the tip which was almost shaped like a spear tip, her fingers found the shaft and her eyes narrowed in the darkness. Shed seen her little brothers time enough to have a decent idea what one should generally look like but Marcus' was indeed different. Behind the almost angular shaped tip was a set of spines, not to mention the top part was covered in similar textured ridges! Her fingers slid against them, hearing Marcus hiss a bit and his little brother jumped in her hand when she stroked the spines in a backwards direction. "What...?"
"Yeah there's problem number two Mari, it has fucking SPINES. I dunno if it's a trait of dragon creatures or who ever designed my body hates females but I can't see things going well if I took you and those hardened up inside you. And they do stiffen Mari, trust me to take the edge off I've had to take myself in hand before and this leads into problem three, sheer volume. When I've pleasured myself I seem to produce alot, I don't know if dragons are particularly infertile or their wombs are just that big, but if I seeded you there's no other chance for it, I'd drown your womb."
Marigold was blushing hard hearing she'd actually forced her Lord to that extreme, in all honesty the third issue didnt really bother her much, bearing offspring for a god would be rather a privledge but she could see the spine issue, still as her fingers traced his endowment she did have to agree, it wasn't a size issue, the thing was practically the length of her fore arm, a little thin perhaps but those spines seemed to frame the sides of his genitals just behind the head, could she really take it? Would it ruin her? She bit her lip as she closed her legs around his shaft and rubbed it with her thighs.
Marcus gripped her hips and groaned feeling her warm inner legs clamping around his arousal, his fingers holding tight to her waist, "Mari..."
Marigolds eyes were half hooded as her legs squirmed rubbing the inhuman shaft between her legs, bucking back against him teasingly. Her fingers stroked over the pointed tip as she panted softly, "Please lord, just let me have this tonight, the rest we'll figure out alright?"
Marcus responded with a lusty growl and held her hips, his own bucking slowly as he slid his little brother back and forth between her thighs, "You know this will be messy okay Mari?"
Marigold ignored his concerns continuing to rub and squirm, her fingers teasing the tip as it poked between her leather clad thighs, she could feel it pulsing in her fingers, the leathery flesh getting almost uncomfortably warm under her bare fingers, eventually wrapping around the head and squeezing, "Maybe outside the tent?"
Quickly wiggling down a bit till he was exposed outside the tent, the cool air assaulted his naked little brother and sent him over. Growling loudly, a roar ripped from his mouth that startled a few owls into flight. Marigold hung on to his little brother noting the spines stiffening, thankfully unlike quills of a beast these weren't sharp, but a twinge spiked in her own nethers thinking about those lengths jabbing inside her body, then there was his release. She thought like most males he was exaggerating but apparently he had told another truth, what erupted from his tip was thick like butter and the amount made her glad for suggesting this, had he unloaded in the tent they both be coated, and thickly at that.
Still she couldn't help lifting some that was on her hand to her lips, sniffing it gingerly before taking a quick lick. Biting her lip she felt he tasted a little like cinnamon, it was also quite warm. Even for something warmed inside ones body this was more like how his flesh had warmed up, almost uncomfortably so. Still she turned leaning in to give her Lord a kiss and shivered a bit as Marcus responded, wrapping her in his arms and wiggling back into the confines of the tent to rest.
At the side of the campsite looking like a statue from Marcus' old world, Renald blinked helplessly. He had returned swiftly at the roar figuring a beast had waylaid the pair, but instead the poor fellows good deed did not go unpunished.
Damn those monstrous pigeons.