The Perils of Having a Scaly Lover
 
 
Joslin struggled to tie the ribbon of her shirt over her cleavage as she stared intently at herself in the mirror. "Okay ladies. Work with me here…" the tall brunette complained as if her tits could hear her. "We can't spend two hours getting ready today." She swore sometimes those gazongas were sentient and just messing with her. Oftentimes she had to order specially cut bras and shirts just to contain them, and yet still sometimes they refused to play ball as she was getting ready for the day. Each milk dud was easily larger than her head on its own, and she sometimes chuckled to herself at the thought that within either was a brain of its own.
 
 
In school she'd been called everything from Cow, to Tits McGee, to The Maiden of the Mobile Mountains for her considerable mammaries. Most didn't mean to take it so far, but even Joslin had to admit, it was hard to focus on anything else when looking at herself. There was one girl however, that managed to be a bit more kind in her… appreciation of her body. "Xera Amiri, an emerald drake girl Joslin had known since before puberty hit her so hard, had always at least prefaced every descriptor with a benign compliment at the very least. She never used the terms "fat" or "udders" or anything like that. Instead, if asked she would say things like "No. You're pleasantly plump." or "Delightfully curvy."
 
 
Once the two hit highschool, they started going steady, and though Joslin knew Drakes had a thing for human meat, she'd convinced herself that Xera was her closest and oldest friend, and would never do something so… feral. Not with her anyway. In fact it was an evening with Xera that Joslin was preparing for right now. The saurian had said she had something intimate and special planned for the night. Something she'd never forget, and Joslin had put at least half an hour into fussing over whether to dress flirtatiously cute, or sultrily formal for the event. In the end, she decided on the former, with a ribboned pink and purple, plaid tank top, and tight fitting 'farmer's daughter' jeans, with boots to complete the look. With any luck she thought, it wouldn't be long before the fabrics weren't needed anymore, and the only cloth they'd need was the blanket above them. She continued to fiddle with her looks for another quarter hour, before convincing herself that it was enough and hopping into her car.
 
 
She always loved the drive to Xera's apartment, feeling the open air and relative silence of the suburbs give way to imposing modern skyscrapers and the soundscape of business. The sight of a couple drakes leading a panicked, bound woman into a nearby restaurant while she waited at a stop light gave her a moment's pause, before she chuckled to herself. That's what happens when you strike up with a drake you don't know well, or so she thought to herself at least before moving on. The complex Xera's domicile was in was easily twelve stories, and honestly it was one of the smaller ones. As she arrived, her heart aflutter, she quickly entered the art deco styled building, and made for the elevator, ignoring all the usual red-faced stares her chest was getting her.
 
 
The floor buttons lit up one by one, and Joslin impatiently waited for floor 8 to ding. She could always easily remember where to go. Room eight-hundred-and-eight, just to the left. As her feet carried her there, she pondered whether to open with a joke or a compliment. Before she could come to a conclusion, the door swung open, and she was met by the drake's verdant, elegantly snouted face bearing an eager smile, and violet hair fluffed impeccably perfectly. Another greeting she received simultaneously was a bit more… tactile. Specifically, the sensation of Xera's own breasts squishing against hers. The drake was no washboard herself, easily boasting E or even F cups, and yet still Joslin's monsters easily dwarfed them, allowing Xera's mounds to rest between the human's cleavage. A capacity the unusually eager drake was happily taking advantage of today.
 
 
"Hey sweet meat. You're fashionably early today~" came Xera's slight drakish accent in singsong tone. She was clad in a stylish, slim black dress that boasted a teasingly frilled sleeve for her swaying tail. For a moment Joslin feared she'd picked the wrong style for the date, until she noted Xera's almost animalistic grin. She knew what she liked, and she liked what she saw.
 
 
Joslin barely had time to realize what was happening before her girlfriend had pulled her in to the small, yet delightful living room of her apartment, its quaint arches and minimalist decor tastefully lit alongside the dining room beside it. She could make out a small wooden table in the romantic shadows, garnished with rose petals and red candles, but at the moment, no food.
 
 
"Food's still a work in progress dumpling, but… And I hope I'm not being too forward… I thought we might… enjoy each other's company while we wait?" explained Xera.
 
 
Joslin felt her heart leap into her throat. Not out of fear, but rather excitement. She had dreamt of Xera making this advance for years. "R-really?"
 
 
"Mhmm~ I've been dreaming of unwrapping this lovely package for a looong time…" answered the drake as she waltzed around behind Joslin to rather boldly reach around and grab a breast in each dainty, yet strong hand.
 
 
Joslin's thoughts split immediately while Xera began to knead her milky mounds, rather mercilessly. On one hand, she was sure this was exactly what she had dreamed of for so long. On the other hand, she'd never let anyone be so… direct with her. Soon enough however, the delightful sensation of having her most intense erogenous zone so confidently stimulated overtook whatever pride she'd tried to hold onto, and she melted back into Xera's own bosom.
 
 
"Ohhhhh…you naughty girl~" she taunted, tilting her neck to nuzzle against Xera's snout.
 
 
"Hehe. Must be my reptilian side. Not gonna get mad at me?"
 
 
"I'm still thinking about it."
 
 
"Hmm… I'd better take advantage of your distraction then~"
 
 
With that, Xera reached just a touch higher, and in one smooth motion, untied the ribbons that Joslin had struggled with for so long, while also lifting the fabric effortlessly up. Of course, it helped that, despite her playful protestations, the human also lifted her arms to facilitate the action. Now, only the fine, yet reinforced fabric of her special order bra stood between the drake and her prizes. Just as Xera was about to lay claim to them however, Joslin spun around on her heels to face her again.
 
 
"Something up?" Xera asked, tilting her head to the side.
 
 
"Yeah. Who said you get to be the one driving everything?" Responded Joslin, playfully as she then reached over to slide the top of Xera's dress over her shoulders and down her arms. The human wasn't exactly the assertive type usually, and the way she bit her lip communicated that to the drake.
 
 
Still, Xera allowed Joslin to have her moment for now, giving a theatrical gasp as the lacy fabric slid down over her more toned body, revealing the commando style way she went without underwear.
 
 
"Hmm… You had the evening all planned out didn't you?" asked the human, as she giggled.
 
 
"Oh, you have no idea hun~" With that, Xera's tail mischievously circled behind Joslin's back, and snaked its way up to the strap of her bra. With a relatively silent click the deed was already done, and before Joslin could react, her distinctive ladies bounced free, shooting the bra forward to rest atop Xera's snout.
 
 
A delighted, wicked grin crossed the lizard's face. "Oopsie~" she 'apologized', rather transparently still in charge despite Joslin's initiative. Her eyes took in the sight of the impossible fruit on her lover's chest. With a little striped green paint one would be forgiven for mistaking them for competition watermelons. Winning ones.
 
 
Not so easily deterred, Joslin attempted to speed up her own assault, next slipping the black dress down and over Xera's fertile, birthing hips. Xera might have had the confidence to lead, but she had determination. She was going to be on top, playfully smothering that gorgeous green nose between her tonkonahoogs.
 
 
Or so she thought. Full nudity didn't quite have the submission inducing effect on Xera that Joslin had anticipated. In fact it seemed to draw out the animal in her. With a fluid motion that almost brought to mind the underwater grace of a professional swimmer, Xera ducked around beside Joslin to reappear behind her, and her fingers rather deftly unbuttoned the human's jeans. Xera playfully nibbled on an ear, eliciting a coo from Joslin when the denim hit the floor.
 
 
Before Joslin was even fully aware what was happening, Xera had easily turned the tables right side up again, and the birthday-suited human was obediently being led into the much brighter, white tiled kitchen. She entertained the thought of the room's… implications for her, only for a moment, before banishing them again.
 
 
Unfortunately for her however, Xera had very direct, obvious intentions. She powerfully, yet somehow still lovingly, shoved Joslin onto the marble island in the center, before seemingly disappearing and rematerializing beside the refrigerator, her pert rear jutting out while she fished for ingredients.
 
 
Joslin was, naturally, quite entranced by said backside, as the slight golden tinge of the lateral scales that lined Xera's pussy peeked through between her legs, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator. The drake's tail wistfully perked up, swaying side to side, only adding to the lewd view.
 
 
Whether it was willful ignorance or not, Joslin refused to see what was happening, until Xera stood upright, holding a large bowl of savory smelling, translucent dressing, in which a mixture of herbs were suspended. She wanted to sit right up and scold her lover for joking about such things, but for reasons she couldn't place, she simply remained there. Transfixed? Hypnotized? Terrified? She wasn't sure what was holding her, Ibut hold her it did.
 
 
Xera simply began humming the theme of the highschool both had gone to, as she plopped the bowl beside her human, and rather sensually proceeded to rub two palmfulls of the seasoning mixture into Joslin's plump breasts.
 
 
Finally a small cluster of words broke through the brunette's lips. "And just what do you think you're doing hmm?"
 
 
"Seasoning these pretty, massive, delicious coconuts silly." Xera replied, before a surge of temptation flew over her, causing her to run her delightfully textured tongue over a nipple.
 
 
"Ahhn!" Joslin arched her back inward as a resultant wave of pleasure attacked her next. "Heh… c-come on babe. You're not serious right?"
 
 
"Of course I'm serious. Do you think I'm gonna let some other drake find an excuse to gobble these up before I can?" Xera squeezed the unmolested tit between both hands for a moment, marveling at how they were easily bigger than Joslin's head. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long."
 
 
"And if I resist?" Joslin then added, sitting up on the table and pushing Xera's hands away, albeit almost more coyly than defensively.
 
 
"I have ways of making you pliable~" Xera responded cheerfully, dodging Joslin's defensive arms to flick just under an areola. "I know all your sweet spots~"
 
 
A spasm rocked through Joslin's body, beginning at the 'offended' bosom, then shivering through her back down to her hips. Her body felt like gelatin, and as much as she told herself to stand up and walk back to her clothes, she felt paralyzed… Frozen in place. Xera had always had some kind of… unspoken power over her in the way she talked, but never like this. She wasn’t lying either. Xera knew exactly where to heft those titties, and precisely how to caress those thighs. Not even the most dedicated, skillful, professional masseuse could stimulate Joslin so thoroughly and perfectly.
 
 
Xera's genuine, if lascivious smile pierced into the human like a hypodermic needle, injecting a hefty dose of desire. Those dainty, yet controlling hands of hers grabbed Joslin by the shoulder, and then gently pushed her onto her back against the faux marble of the table. Then, before Joslin could react, the same hands coated themselves in the oil mixture, and proceeded to lather the mixture into the massive pillows that sat atop Joslin's chest.
 
 
Each touch sent a wave of euphoria through Joslin, which made it all the more difficult to get her point, that she didn't want to end up as dinner tonight, across. Every time she attempted to escape, Xera would playfully push her back down, massaging her shoulders as she pushed, or binding her arms or leg with her tail, which was surprisingly dexterous.
 
 
"C-can't you just like… eat a leg or something?" Joslin asked, confliction clear in her tone, while Xera lifted a tit to grope the herbs into her undercleavage. The sensation was… not quite ticklish, but certainly more engaging than any mere grope.
 
 
"I guess… but it just wouldn't be as… intimate… as I would like." came Xera's reply as she set the fully basted boob down and gave it a hearty pat. "Besides, still doesn't solve the problem of someone else gobbling the rest of you up before I can." She tweaked a nipple, getting a yelp of delight from the human, then poured a new puddle of the sauce into her belly. "Also, quit trying to act like all this attention isn't turning you on." she insisted, giving a certain stare that told Joslin she could see right through her.
 
 
Joslyn's face turned bright red at that. She didn't REALLY want to be eaten… did she? Xera ran her fingers down the girl's side and back up again, ending with a harsh pinch to each teat. "Ahhh! B-but I… I…"
 
 
Before Joslyn could finish that thought, Xera smarmily put a finger to her lips and shushed her. "But you'll be gorgeous and delicious. End of discussion."
 
 
An electric surge of delight bolted through the human at that. Who was she kidding? The touchy-feely experience, the intense attention, more intense than any normal lovemaking… It felt amazing! The finality of it all added a gravitas that no amount of chest bumping or scissoring could ever match. Whether or not she planned it this way, this was her destiny, the greatest gift she could give to her lover…
 
 
She wasn't sure how long she'd been under the drake's spell. Fifteen minutes? An hour? All she knew was that her bosom had been wracked with sensation she hadn't even managed to give herself. Her entire body was glistening under the kitchen light now, save for her head, but it seemed Xera was going to rectify that soon. Joslin spotted her girlfriend rummaging in the fridge once more.
 
 
"Ah~ Here it is." came the lizard's voice. This time, she produced a large, clear tub of what looked like water, though it smelled faintly of some kind of chemical. "Hope you don't mind babe, but I'm going to be keeping that pretty little head of yours as a memento." Xera explained, as she began to rub the solution into Joslin's face, then brush it into her hair. "This'll keep your noggin from cooking, and maybe give you a few extra minutes kicking~"
 
 
"Y-you're sweet." the human responded, a little bit of nervousness beginning to creep into her voice as she tried not to get overwhelmed by the solution's scent. She’d never drank much, and breathing in the fumes alone was almost enough to get the silly girl drunk, or at least that was what it felt like at this moment.
 
 
"And you're savory~ We make the perfect complimentary couple~" Xera then began to wrap lengths of cooking twine around Joslin's wrists and ankles. "Lets pull these delightfully plump drumsticks up to your wrists, just like that~" the emerald carnivore said, as she tightly trussed her girlfriend up into a turkey pose. "This just puts your gorgeous titties in the best display in my opinion." she explained, fluffing said pillows up between Joslin's legs, the squeezing pressure causing them to jut out even more than their girth already suggested. "Awww, you are just the most adorable piggy~" With that, Xera stepped back to admire her work, resting her chin on her knuckles as she looked.
 
 
If it had been anyone else, Joslin might have taken offense at the 'piggy' remark, but coming from Xera, she knew it only emerged from a place of adoration. Out of appreciation for her form. "L-l-love you babe." she mentioned nervously, but truthfully, taking in the drake's body visually herself, one more time.
 
 
"Love you too hun~" Xera replied much more excitedly and no less genuinely, before she planted a long, deep, moaning kiss into the human's lips. Then, before another word could be uttered, Joslin found herself crosseyedly staring at an apple Xera gagged her with.
 
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What followed was a haze of pleasure, fear, and excitedness that Joslin had never imagined she'd experience. The red light of the oven slowly enveloped her, washing a dry heat into her body as Xera pushed her in. As she was shoved in back first, Joslin could easily see the rapturous expression on Xera's face as she closed the door. Maybe it was a drake thing… getting sexual gratification seeing people roast like this. At any rate, the sensual attention she was getting turned Joslin on a bit as well. She batted her eyes flirtily back at Xera, unable to blow a kiss, and waited for the next basting.
 
 
It wasn't long before the human could feel the oven beginning to work its function on her body, even as she got used to the heat. There was something… sensual in a unique way she'd never imagined about being a piece of meat on display like this. In all likelihood if it had been some sleazy lizard from an alley, she would have kicked and fought all the way through, but this was Xera. In a way, the drake was sort of putting Joslin on display for herself. Admiring her human in a controlled, perfected way. Whether it really was that poetic to her girlfriend or not, Joslin chose to see it that way. She began to squirm in her binds, not in an effort to escape, but rather to show off her body’s curvaceous and sensual form to the girl who watched her on the other side of the glass. She’d only get one chance to do this after all. One chance to leave a final, lasting impression on the drake. She wasn’t sure, but she’d imagined Xera had eaten several women before. Probably half a dozen or so. She’d never been into men after all. Not really. So, Joslin was determined to be remembered as the single greatest meal her girlfriend had ever had. After giving a sensual stare from underneath the dull, mildly oppressive light of the oven, Joslin managed to give her chest a hearty wiggle, and the licked lip from Xera told her she was perfectly on the right track.
 
 
She wasn't sure how long she had been under the glow of the heating element, but some time later Joslin found herself gasping when a buffet of relatively cold air hit her newly warmed flesh. "Mpph?" Her eyes fluttered for a moment, adjusting to the new lighting and temperature as she was pulled out, already lightly steaming and tastefully roasted to a slight pinkish hue for the moment.
 
 
"Just making sure you're cooking evenly babe." explained Xera, as she ran her fingers over Joslin's body, feeling for any dry spots. Drakes were naturally heat resistant, so the 'piggy' would have to be in the heat for a bit longer before gloves were needed. This earned another playful wiggle from the meat as Joslin tried to push her body against those experienced, delightful fingers, craving every touch she could possibly get, and once again trying to show that she was the ultimate meal Xera would ever have.
 
 
"Mnnnggghhh…" Joslin couldn't help but let out a loud moan of delight. Her time inside the hotbox had made her incredibly sensitive and every tactile sensation was made much more extreme. Especially when the drake discovered a few of those dry spots on her cow-sized udders. With a few quick swishing motions a rubber basting brush glossed over the 'problem areas' with a new helping of oil. Then, following a quick, blown kiss, Joslin was shoved back into the roaster.
 
 
Soon enough she stopped sweating, relying on Xera's repeated, loving basting to keep herself moist, and after the first two hours, the world around her began to spin. Still, despite her earlier reservations, she loved every minute of it. She adored watching Xera get off on staring at her roasting body. The sensation of having the buttered up brush glide over her enormous breasts time and time again, made more sensitive under the heat, was positively breathtaking.
 
The entire experience was almost as though it were an orgasm that perpetuated itself for hours. She couldn’t recall how long she’d been in, or even how many times her lover had pulled her out to feel her up. To run those skilled fingers over her body again and again. She only knew she adored every minute of it.
 
 
Finally, after a mind-blowing four hours, Joslin found herself unable to move or even vocalize, though somehow she remained conscious despite everything. Xera pulled the girl's steaming body out of the oven for the last time. The drake took a full five minutes to admire her childhood friend and girlfriend's body one more time, before digging hungrily in with an almost animalistic fervor.
 
 
The first slice came across her left teat, shooting a spark of sensation once more into Joslin's heat-addled mind. There was something… utterly unique, enthralling, amazing about the finality of what was happening, and for all the implications of what was happening to her, she wouldn't have had it any other way. The carving knife slid effortlessly through her fatty tit flesh, and in just a few moments one of her nipples was set free. While she couldn’t see it from her angle, Joslin could definitely hear Xera’s moan of appreciation as the teat slipped onto her tongue, and then down her throat. Afterwards, the drake made sure to carve a few savory steaks from the human’s rear, eager to enjoy every inch of every erogenous zone first.
 
For her part, Joslin was enraptured in what was quite possibly the greatest ride of her life. Maybe the fact that she couldn’t move helped ease her thoughts about what was happening. No matter what, she was going to be devoured by the week’s end. She chuckled to herself, or, she would have, if she could, about how there was no way even a starving drake could have put all of her away in a single sitting. That wasn’t for lack of effort on Xera’s part however. She dove into each bite with animalistic gusto almost. It was exciting, and strangely fulfilling, to be enjoyed so thoroughly by a predator, in a way. Slice after slice, moan after moan, Joslin disappeared into Xera's mouth, or into tupperware afterwards as leftovers, until the meal's mind finally slipped into blissful darkness.
 
In the end, there was something particularly intoxicating about those melons. They were like gourmet truffles. The rarest and most award worthy of human meat, and Xera only managed a few bites of somewhere else before returning.After a nibble of a drumstick, or a piece of belly, she always found herself coming back to the blessed bosom. Not even her womanhood, absolutely sumptuous as it was, held a candle to those gazongas. Joslin had always been so self conscious about it, but Xera had never once thought ill of her bountiful breasts. Those… delicious, sumptuous curves had always drawn her eye, but so had the girl’s personality. Her endearing clumsiness, like an inexperienced puppy fumbling about its day, had never failed to get a delighted chuckle from the drake. Her passionate outbursts about this new trend, or that new story. Joslin was real in a way that many of the more… dolled up, evenly proportioned humans couldn’t even touch. Xera had been telling the truth. She dreaded the idea of some other lizard getting to Joslin’s meatiness before she did, because those one-night-roast carnivores wouldn’t appreciate all the other things about the girl. Xera gave a wistful sigh, as she looked across the table at the half eaten human. There was a broad, euphoric smile across her lips. She’d enjoyed this wild, final ride, and Xera couldn’t have been more happy for her. She wanted to preserve that expression exactly like that. Lost in reverie. Exactly as it would have been if they had just ended a night of wild, physical passion.
 
 
"Love you babe. Thanks for the best date meal ever~" Xera told that remaining head as she divvied up the remaining meat into several neat containers. She then planted another long, passionate kiss into its lips, then moving to find the oaken plaque she'd saved for a decade, on which to mount her. Finally, after basting Joslin’s prettiness with a touch more preservative, she moved to begin planning where to put the orgasmic face. In fact she’d wandered back and forth through her apartment at least seven times by her count, each time second guessing her own plan even as it was still formulating in her mind.
 
“Here? No, that’s not quite visible enough.” the green girl thought aloud, as she held the trophy over her head to imagine it at the end of the hallway. “I won’t pass through there enough. I spend most of my time alone in the hallway. Maybe here?” She spoke as if Joslin could still here her, hovering the piece over the television set. “I think that would be kind of cute. Hmm… But it just doesn’t feel… intimate enough. What about in the bedroom babe?” she then asked, moving to place the plaque along the wall opposite her bed. “Then I’ll always see you as I get up each morning.” She gave a wistful sigh. “That would be super romantic, don’t you think?”
 
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As the years went by, Xera never failed to blow a kiss at the perfectly preserved trophy of her first real lover every time she woke up. Even when a few others joined beside her, Joslin’s head shared a special place, right at the center of the wall. The focal point of every morning, just as the drake had hoped. While Xera was glad to give Joslin a few friends to keep her company while she was at school or work, she couldn’t deny how much she played favorites.