Scratching herself with a yawn, the lass of a dragon was just waking up. Her pale grey scales glistened with a sheen of sweat, the perfume of it clinging to her body. Her bedding was in disarray, the sleeping bag and mat were rumpled and damp with dew and sweat and near her crotch with the scent and wetness of arousal. The tent itself was weather beaten and certainly lived in, the lady within seemingly quite fond of the outdoor experience.

"Goddamnit, not again." she huffed in exasperation. Or not, it would seem. There was the loud sound of a zipper being all but torn off in its haste to be undone. There then came a groaning yawn, husky with sleep. "This shit needs to stop already." she complained further, a hand slipping down between her legs. "Every few months you are like this. For this, you are an asshole." she spoke, seemingly to her nether regions. "But... mnf" she sighed. 

It was then that her hand was rubbing in a circular way over the puffy lips, parting them with the comfily worn undergarments. Garments whose previous purple hue were a faded grey almost like her scales. they were old clothes to be certain for who was she to impress out here so far removed? Not to mention with how horny she seemingly was, it was probably inconvenient to have to replace lingerie after a hike up the mountain. 

Her body was tight, her legs thick and well defined. Her silky smooth scales at her stomach a milky-white were both firm and flat. The perky breasts with their pink nipples were also smaller, as would be expected of someone so athletic. She didn't seem to mind the size of them, one hand having slipped to the perky orb and its soon-stiff nipple to pinch and roll it. "I do love how warm it always is." came her monologue with that same sigh of pleasure. 

There was a slippery noise as wet scales and flesh rubbed together, fingers moving in earnest as arousal burned hot from the seeming heat she was 'suffering' from. "Fuck... Where's menopause when you need it" she said with dark humour, her breath bated as she took care of her wants. The hand at her breast had slipped away, rustling blindly in her pack she produced her humming lover. "Wrrrrrrn~" it sang, higher and higher with each click. 

The panties came off to her ankle, the material of her sleeping bag rustling as her throes came in earnest. Her lover was muted, clutched firmly in one hand its vibrations were teased and massaged over her needful area. Its lips only became puffier as the arousal grew until her live slipped within, the dragoness' hips lifting and rocking to direct buzzing tip to her most tender regions. "Oh good fu- hnf~" she gasped and groaned, body shivering and twitching.

Momentarily the world was a fuzzy blur, the walls of her tent all one hue of morning light before they went dark. A rustling of her bedding and she was face down in her sweat-damp pillow without a care. The first of her needful releases was but more kindling to the fire in her loins. Loins who ached for a proper pounding by someone more meaty than that of her current partner. A partner too firm and skinny by half.

"This... Ha... Ha-as... Has gotta stop Val." she cried out, toes curling as she road the aftershock into freshly potent tremors that had the sleeping bag bunched down around her ankles. "Stop... Stop being so nee-hee--... D'ful..." she complained to her garden, the juice of which had made her thighs slick and her stomach glisten with rivulets of her watery essence, the tight ass with its slender tail held up high in the air as though a beacon for any would be male to mount and claim. 

"We can't keep doing this, you've given me a killer ass for it. But, you've gotta settle down." came her further complaints between gasps and unladylike grunts of pleasure as ripples and waves and undulations took her for an ecstatic ride along waves of pleasure she only knew with herself, knew only alone and removed from staring eyes and quiet judgement. "Mmnfhh... please, please stop. I gotta-- I gotta-- I gotta!" she gasped and cried out.

Violent spasms took her, the lover between her legs being clamped down and pushed deep with one final click increasing the hum to almost punishing levels. It was this that she needed, her blasted mind and rolling body rode the tsunami as a veritable physical one flooded from her lady parts to fill the room with the scent of female ejaculate, slightly tangy and unmistakably musky with her sweat as the cool morning air did nothing to keep her from sweating.

"Fuck... Val, you're drunk go home." she giggled, a wince and click as her lover went silent to drop with a soft *thud* as it hit a stone operator first to come to life. "Goddamnit fuck, Jory. Shut up." she said with more giddy giggles, cycling quickly through the power settings and giving it an exhausted toss to the corner of her one lady tent. "Breakfast can wait." she resolved with a deep yawn, groaning as she sprawled across the entirety of her tent, completely uncaring if she was in her bedding or on the mercifully cool ground.