Patrons began to crowd around the booth as the alluring gunslinger seductively peeled off her laced pink panties, exposing her clean-shaven womanhood to the throng of tavern-dwellers. It wasn't unusual for Gwen to spend her nights like this. After a day of taking names and collecting bounties, the young undertaker would haunt the more... raunchy establishments of the Undersprawl for some sensual evening-downtime. She enjoyed the thrill of outlasting strangers in the sack, plus screwing thriftless guys was a decent way of filling her pocket with coin. Occasionally, she was challenged to the unconventional bet. ~~~ Earlier that night, a regular entered the saloon, trailed by a small beast that waddled behind him. The man strode over to Gwen, buying her a drink. Assuming the man arrived for a quickie, the highwaywoman was preparing to milk another sucker for his cash and cum, but she received a more enticing offer. After some flirts, the intoxicated man made his wager: "Think yeh really got stam'na, girly? Let's see then! Last ten sec'nds wiv me buddy 'ere, and I'll buy anotha five rounds fer everyone!" "Only ten seconds? That's nothin'!" the youthful sharpshooter smirked. She found it hard to believe that the lizard accompanying the man was actually a dragon. It was small and larval compared to the mythical dragons she'd seen illustrations of. What would grow into massive, sail-like wings, a basilisk of a tail, and spear-like arms were currently tiny, orange wings, a plump tail, and tiny arms; this dragon was clearly smaller than the ones of legend. Gwen found it rather cute. "On the other hand," the man added, "If yeh can't last that long... you've gotta let all of us have a go at that bunny of yers," he gestured below her belt. The rabbit-eared gunslinger blushed. She had been drinking one too many that night, which amplified her hedonistic ego. Most drunkards would pay a hefty sum for a round or two with the blonde-haired bandit, but they just wanted to ejaculate, and that would usually be the end of it. Primal instinct naturally made men want to cum inside a woman as fast as possible, so it wasn't hard for Gwen to outlast most. She agreed to the stranger's terms. Confident in her know-how around the sheets with men, how different could a dragon be? The noise of the rowdy crowd faded into the background as the tipsy highwaywoman got up onto the table, bottomless, and straddled the dragon cowgirl-style. "Ready, big guy?" she seductively teased the dragon as she positioned its ribbed cock-- already stiff and throbbing with pre-cum-- against her pussy's entrance. "One-one-thousand!" the audience began to count. Gwen's lips tightened instinctively. She let the rod's tip slip into her, sharply inhaling as its heat pressed against her birth canal. Her soft, wet pocket welcomed the hardened shaft into its folds, surrounding it in warmth and moisture. The bewitching bandit could feel the dragon exhale a warm breath of lust on her skin. She continued down to the base. "Two-one-thousand!" Damn! The peppy gunslinger's mind was numbed as her walls stretched beyond belief. She completely underestimated the sheer girth of a dragon's cock. Too late to pull out now. Her desire to win this bet drove Gwen to push herself further down. Sure, the insertion had its initial shock, but she was certain she could take it. "Three-one-thousand!" The shaft had plunged as far as it could into her, its head pushing against her womb. Her belly bulged and her birth canal stretched; this was the deepest that a cock could penetrate her. "Mmhnn..." Gwen purred as she adjusted to the dragon's size. If this was the worst it would get, those free whiskies would soon be hers. She began lifting herself up for another thrust. "Four-one-thousand!" Plap. As she drove herself down, she could feel shaft's ridges seemingly mold with her own as their organs grinded against each other. The dragon's heat pulsed through her core, and she began to feel something stirring within her. Gosh, Gwen thought, I've never felt like this before... It wasn't like any other cock the sharpshooter had fucked-- her insides felt completely filled to the brim, and her clit was stimulated like never before. The dragon's heat, size, and pheromones had awakened something carnal within her. She was already close. This thing feels better than any fella I've ever ridden... "Five-one-thousand!" Plap. Plap. Gwen began picking up speed. She'd lasted half the time she needed to, but already she felt herself going over the edge. Beads of sweat formed as a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. The dragon's cock began to twitch inside her. Fuck, she sighed to herself, just a little while longer. However, she was overwhelmed by the intense heat and pressure of the dragon's massaging pulsations. "Six-one-thousand!" Plap, plap, plap, plap. The spectators whooped and shouted with horny energy as the captivating gunslinger erotically bit her lip in suppressed euphoria. Her bounces had lost their rhythm and her eyes had lost their focus. The dragon's twitching had become convulsions as it emitted a pleasured hum. "Ooohh...!" Gwen couldn't hold back anymore. She let out a lustful moan with one final plunge down the dragon's length, sending their fluids splattering out onto the table. Her vaginal muscles clenched tighter around the shaft as she fell forward, pinning the dragon down as she was overtaken by her climax. What the hell... I shouldn't be cummin' this fast... "Seven-one-thousand!" "Aahn--" Gwen groaned. A wave of ecstasy ran throughout her quivering body; she was stunned in pleasure. A drop of sweat dripped from her face onto the dragon, glistening between its scales as drool leaked from its mouth. At that moment, the dragon's cock suddenly exploded into fiery orgasm. A scorching glob of cum shot directly into the bandit's womb like a firework. It was blazing-- hotter than any man's semen. "AAH!!" Gwen yelped as her walls were painted white with searing seed. Immediately, she began to lift herself off the cock-- she couldn't endure this heat. "Eight-one-thousand!" Pop! The dragon's member satisfyingly popped out of the gunslinger's throbbing pussy as she collapsed on her side, trembling in orgasm. The dragon shot another powerful blast of cum into the air, and several bystanders had to sidestep to avoid being hit. Gwen panted heavily as she felt her soaking womanhood, cum oozing out onto the table. "Hahh... h-how long was... hahh... that?" she breathed. "You're two seconds short, miss!" announced the dragon's companion, who had been keeping time out loud with the audience. "Time to pay up--" "Uugh... fine," Gwen huffed, not one to back out of a deal. As she came down from her climax, she spread her legs, invitingly presenting her creamy flower to the thirsty crowd. Drops of fluid glistened from her petals, rolled down her legs, and fell to the floor below. She wanted more. "Who's first~?"

