"Come here," he said, making sure to put a little bit of a pleased snarl on his face. He let his cock sit on her ass as he looked away and made a short grunting sound. A servant, one of the smaller of his species, appeared from the dark rather nonchalantly, as if used to seeing their master like this. The servant answered with a click, and Elaros answered in common.
"Drinks. My favorite," was all he said, and even as he said it his clawed hands pulled her ass back towards him and he let her feel just how hard he still was. The servant gave Faris a look that could be interpreted as jealous and walked away.
Elaros looked back down at his prize for the night, and he nearly purred right then and there. With the crescent moon shining down from the clear sky above his mansion's inner courtyard, he really did look like some kind of hunter in the night.
Because indeed, it was a night where he had been on the hunt. A Drakkon in season needed to breed, and desperately.
"I have so... so much more to do to you," he started, and he slid his cock down against her until their hips touched again and he pressed against her ass greedily. Then, almost as soon as he'd started, he took her up in his arms and lifted her rather gently and easily from the long chair.
His pool had a gradual slope, a novel concept by Essyrni bathing house standards and carved of soapstone to keep the water warmer at night. There was a wide, waist-deep alcove in the deeper waters where a reptile could just bask in the water and take a break from a good swim. He stood at the edge and after testing the water with his tail and finding it agreeable, he stepped down with her and situated her on his lap.