Jag didn’t let herself be distracted as he toyed with her garment, the straps sliding down her arms though her large chest kept the rest of it up. As the desk flew at her, however, she had to bend over backwards to clear her head from its path, or else probably get killed. As she came back up, the desk crashing behind her, he was upon her, lashing out in so many ways that she couldn’t block them all. She dropped back down, avoiding the blow at her head, but caught the one aimed for her stomach in her chest, grabbing it with her hands but still getting the wind knocked out of her. She was unable to stop the sweep to her feet at all, especially in her current posture, and got floored as he connected, letting go of his hand and falling on her back.

Not giving her a chance to recover, he was on her almost as soon as she hit the ground. Using his greater weight as leverage, he pressed his entire body against her's, giving her no room to generate any force. As he grabbed for her wrists, he pressed one leg between her thighs, forcing her legs apart.

Even as he wrestled her into submission, he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her body writhing underneath him. He pressed his chest harder against her's, savoring the feel of her soft, full tits against his chest.

Lowering his head, his tongue tickled her ear as he whispered to her, "You lose, Jag."

Jag felt pressure on her wrists before she could react, and then something holding her legs apart. She looked up at the snake-like thing, fury in her eyes. “Get the hell off me…” she spat, her words filled with more venom than any snake fang. She writhed and twisted fiercely, trying to throw him off, but to no avail.

Her breasts threatened to pop from her tight top, swelling at the top of the garment, her cleavage growing for him to view. She drew her head to the side, disgusted as his tongue felt against her skin.

Securely in control now, he took the time to savor his position. Slowly, he ground his body against her's. Pressing his chest firmly against her's and sliding his thigh up and down between her legs, he took advantage of the tightness of her clothing as his movements rubbed the cloth over her skin.

Stretching her arms slightly over her shoulders, he slid his grasp down to her forearms, holding them firmly against the ground next to her head. As she turned her head to the side, he nuzzled his snout into the nape of neck, nibbling and nipping at her sensitive nerves.

"Did anyone ever tell you how great you smell, Jag?" he whispered as his tongue and teeth moved over her exposed neck.

The redhead practically growled at him like a wild animal as he pinned her and rubbed himself against her, her tank grinding against her toned chest and abs. She could feel his legs against hers as well, smoother than she would have thought for a scaled thing like this.

“I said get the bloody hell off me!” she screamed, and bucked her body against his. His hot breath was drifting ever lower along her neck. Finally it was replaced by slight nips to her flesh there, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he ventured further down her body.

The girl began to calm slightly as he teased at her body, forcing her arms above her head roughly and holding them there, her breasts forced up a little more by the action. Its tail wrapped around one calf and kept that leg pulled away from the other being spread by its own thigh.

Slowly it began… a hand drifting down over her bare neckline to the swell of one large breast, groping it gently, making Jag’s eyes flutter. The hand continued its descent and eased under her tank, playing over the girl’s smooth stomach, feeling the definition and muscle just underneath her skin there. The hand slowly pushed up, feeling along the teen’s flat tummy, occasionally jabbing at a large breast, making the glove jiggle slightly.

The girl’s rapid breathing quickened even more as it slid its tail up and down her smooth, toned thigh, the young flesh soft and firm underneath his scales. Her body began to fight against her as his scaled hand roamed over her flat belly, the teen’s breasts giggling slightly every time he would poke them with his claws, threatening to pop out of either the top or bottom of the tank. Jag’s struggles lessened until she simply lay under him, her heavy breathing the only movement coming from her taut body.

The tank finally gave way and rose over her breasts as a clawed hand began to explore one of her ample mounds, the firm tit pushing against it in earnest as the talons groped her, her sensitive peaks filling her body with lust and forcing a sigh from her.

The girl began to squirm as his tail squeezed her thigh, the tip now wandering over her soft cotton underwear. She had a brief moment where a slight struggled re-emerged from her lust hypnotized form, but then she was going under again, a soft chorus of sighs escaping her lips as his hand rubbed, rough and scaled, over the firm flesh of her breasts. The teen’s heartbeat increased, her chest leaping under his forceful groping. Somehow it knew exactly how to make her crazy like this…

Jag had all but stopped fighting back, occasionally bucking underneath him, her face twisted in confusion and defeat, maybe humiliation. Her firm breasts were almost hot under his claw, the teen’s large chest forced up like a human sacrifice for him. Her young tits hardened even more as he began playing with them, twisting them this way and that, her sensitive nipples forcing her mind into submission, quelling its protest with her near animal-like libido. As his mouth nipped into her cleavage, she pushed her chest up slightly, unwillingly, for him, practically giving herself to him.