Faris let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed her and shifted their positions and, breathless, she soon found herself astride him. She wobbled for a moment, dizzy in her drunkenness, and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. The ceiling was very close to her head now, so she leaned forward more and nipped at his scaly neck, breath coming out hot against him.
"Mmn, gladly," she breathed, and began to move, lifting her hips until only the tip remained inside her before sliding down with a gasp, hips rolling in practiced motions, fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'll ride your--ah!--your dragon like a bloody Adelan."
It sounded better in her head. She liked her dirty talk, but that didn't mean she was any good at it drunk.
"Oh Hakeshna, I love how you fill me," she moaned as she rode him, crying out her pleasure, and reached down to grab her kilt and lift it up and out of the way of her rocking and grinding. "F...fuck...!"