Patches of sunny orange scales are beginning to peek out all over his curvy thighs, the leggings your Scrafty has on are way too small. You know he planned for this, judging by the naughty sneer on his face while you helped him slip into them. It's not like you don't enjoy touching him at every opportunity though...
The teasing started before you even left the house. Hip bumps, latching onto your shoulders, brushing those black lipstick-tinged lips over your neck, and the one that drives you craziest of all: whispers of "Breed me Master." into your ears. The whole day you've been struggling not to get caught with an erection or pull him into an alley as you run errands. A task that is nearly impossible now that he's started using his tail to tease you a bit more directly.
~♥~
After a flustered walk home, helpless to bat his advances away due to the bags in your hands. You decide to pay him back for the teasing tenfold. You drop your grocery bags to the floor and have his curvy body up against the wall in seconds. His tail wraps around your waist, welcoming you to take as much of him as you want.
A sultry "Ohh~ Master~!" leaves his lips—you knew it would come—and still, it makes you shiver and groan against him in surprise. Your thumbs hook into his boyshorts, but you only manage to slide them down a few inches before your hands dive in to grope at his juicy, scaly ass. Scrafty's tail tightens around you, forcing you to grind into him. You return the gesture with a buck of your hips and a nip at his smooth scaled neck.
Minutes of panting, steamy dry humping pass before either of you can calm down enough to speak. It just so happens to be Scrafty who speaks first—in a purr that tingles your whole body.
"Breed me... Please!"