Seems the drink mixing jaguar Jupiter's been experimenting with his creations again. He calls his latest concoction "Dragonfire Tequila". He assures you that it's got more fiery kick than just the hot, intense flavour.
"It's better if i show you," Jupiter insists, beckoning you down to his drink cellar and locking the door behind you with a grin. "Can't have you running away with the stock now, can I?"
He produces the small bottle and pops the lid, and then with a mean grin downs most of the liquid contents before slamming the glass on a nearby shelf.
He clenches his eyes closed and gasps; his face rippling and contorting. Suddenly, scales start etching themselves on his forehead and shoulders, and sharp horns erupt from his skull. As the consistency of his skin begins to harden you notice his muscles flex and pulse, thickening with each lustful breath. He opens his glowing eyes and lets out a deep, bestial roar, and as wings burst from his back his eyes meet yours with wicked arousal.
His forked tongue flicks instinctively over his muzzle as he places his draconic claws on his suffering boxer shorts. Then, with a deliberately slow teasing motion releases the strained, engorged shaft underneath.
"What do you think?" He growls, flexing his vein streaked pecs and bouncing his solid member with a devilish grin.
A picture for @Megamacrocat on Twitter / Rowtag on FA.
HoodieWulf
2021-12-28 14:48:55 +0000 UTC