Zenith knew that power had its own appeal, but he had to admit he was slightly surprised that Wisteria had agreed to tend to his carnal needs personally - at least so quickly. He hadn't needed to convince her at all, and she seemed eager enough to have his attention so focused on her. Why really shouldn't matter, only that she allowed him to use her in his own turn, but he was curious.
Most mortal women would have found him monstrous or simply too intimidating to willingly copulate with such a beastly male as himself.
The dragon let his tongue slide over her collarbone, cleaning the blood from her skin while leaving behind a warm, moist trail of his saliva - which probably felt marginally better than blood. His tongue was long, warm, and flexible, at least next to a normal sized man of a more human nature. Beneath her hands, Wisteria would feel his powerful muscles flexing with her exploratory touches.
He raised his head from his task to tut softly at her as she touched his wings. "I'm glad you approve, Mistress. I hadn't realized you had such unorthodox tastes." Zenith teased her, punctuating his words with a soft squeeze to one of her breasts, just barely allowing her to feel his claws against her skin. He couldn't hurt her, after all, but he did enjoy giving little reminders of just who, and what, she was dealing with.