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Dragon Games Update
🕑 Added 2023-05-10 01:27:10 +0000 UTC3.8k words update, hoping we all like back to back erotica cause that's what you're getting. Picking up from last post you know the drill:
“Hey this isn’t that hard,” he said, tapping his foot. “So is this your only instrument or… why are you taking your clothes off?”
She’d slipped her singlet off when he wasn’t looking, her boobs bouncing as they were set free from her garment, she wasn’t even wearing a bra. His eyes trailed down her crimson underbelly, her smooth scales catching the light from a streetlamp slipping through the window. She arched her back in a stretch as she worked on the waistband near her tail, smirking as he watched her tits gently sway with her movements.
“First you feel me up at the dinner table, and now you start playing my ukelele,” she said, her tail shooting out to smack the door shut. The way her hip cocked with the movement only exaggerated her curvy waist. “I’ve always fantasised about having a musician in my room, and seeing you play is hot as hell, pardon my language. I need this right now. I need you.”
“Wait a sec, woah.” he held up a patient hand, while the other started fumbling at his belt despite his outward hesitation. “What about your dad? And your mum? What if they pop up?”
“Poor choice of words, that,” Cassidy chuckled, staring at the conspicuous bulge in his pants. “They won’t interrupt us, don’t worry. Besides,” she added, using her biceps to squeeze her breasts together and deepen her cleavage, the orbs deforming like two balls of putty. “Mommy said to make you feel at home, and I intend to make that so.”
His arms were convinced, his jacket slipping off in record time. As he kicked his shoes away, hopping on one leg at a time as he peeled off his socks, he asked: “But what if they hear us? You woke up all the fish that other night with your moans.”
“My moans?” Cassidy exclaimed. “What about you? What was all this, Ooooooo-oo-oooooh! You were like a chimp in heat or something!”
“That’s because I knew we were alone! These pretences are completely different.”
“Just shut up and get on the nest, we’ll stuff pillows in our mouths, I don’t know.”
After she slipped off her shorts, she peeled off the front of her panties, thick strands of her liquid excitement connecting the cloth to her nethers. She hadn’t been lying, she was practically sopping this entire time.
His boxers were like a miniature tent, his erection hurting the more he stared at the Garchomp. He turned around, walking up to the rim of the ‘nest’, appraising it as he kicked his socks aside.
“So you don’t have a bed?” he asked. “Is that a Garchomp-only thing?”
“No, most draconics prefer to sleep in piles of blankets and pillows,” she explained. “It doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“No no, looks good, like when you sleep on the ground while camping, or something.”
“Good, now lay down.”
Jim felt the pads of her foot plant down on the small of his back, Cassidy kicking him from behind. His feet caught on a pillow, Jim tipping over like a see saw as he face-planted into the nest, his grunt of pain muffled by the fabrics.
“Ah! Geez, what was that?” he asked, looking over his shoulder as he splayed out on the ground in pain.
“I-I’m sorry! That wasn’t meant to be that hard!” she stammered, strutting over and proceeding to rub his head as if that would stop the pain.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he said shooing her away as he turned over. The plush layers of cloth below dampened the hard texture of the floor beneath, Jim surrounded by a pleasant softness. “Do you always get so frisky when you’re… like this?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Good to know.”
“Do you like the nest?” she asked.
He felt up the blankets near his hands, delighting in the soft material. It was protecting his naked skin against the cold floor, the plush so warm it was almost to the point of being hot. Perhaps Cassidy had been laying here just before the dinner, her hot butt-print still lingering.
“You don’t make your bed much, I’m guessing?” he asked. The sheets were messy even before she’d kicked him onto the nest, and there was no clear orientation as to which direction one would lay.
“Dragons aren’t so fussy about that,” Cassidy said. She draped a leg over his waist, planting her knees below his armpits as she straddled him. “We can leave as much a mess as we want.”
She ground her exposed loins against the fabric of his boxers, her splayed lips flexing against the woefully thin, but still obstructing, material, Jim grunting as the heat from her entrance bathed his crotch in her most intimate warmth.
“Not so loud,” Cassidy chided, Jim’s moan morphing from frustration to annoyance.
“It’s not my fault your snatch is so hot, how you’re not melting from the inside is beyond me…”
“You’ll be melting inside me in a minute, just take these things off.”
She hooked a claw beneath his underwear, his erection bouncing free, the shaft slapping against the subtle undercurve of her belly as she exposed him. She scooted on top of his hips, trapping his length between her powerful thighs, using the iron-hard muscles beneath her pudgy fat to squish him. She rotated her thighs the same way one would rub a stick between their hands to start a fire, Jim squirming beneath the pounds of scales as she twisted on him from above.
“You’re so cute when you do that face,” Cassidy cooed, grinning literally down at him as she trapped his dick between her soft thighs, resting the back of it against her soaking entrance, her fluids sliding down to glaze his balls in a sheen. “Humans get so adorable when you get them pinned. I could watch you writhe in my nest all night.”
The Garchomp’s neck snapped back as Jim pushed a pillow into her face, the dragoness giggling as he used his pelvic muscles to sit up, his chiselled abbs shining with his sweat as he kept the pillow in place. It was so humid in Cassidy’s room, and combined with her natural heat so close to him it felt like he should be steaming by now.
“There, now you can’t watch,” he said, a big blush on his face.
She clawed at the pillow in a mock attempt at struggling, even though she could have easily overpowered him. Jim rolled her onto her back, his hand disappearing into her scaley hide as he grabbed at her shoulder, running his palm over her thorns the way he knew she liked, his other palm still mashing the pillow into her face.
She angled her snout over the obstructing cushion, panting loudly as she mashed her snout into his lips, her tongue unfurling to lap at his teeth. As he opened his mouth to receive her kiss, her spicy scent coating his mouth in all the right ways, the Garchomp said: “Bite it.”
“What?”
“My tongue,” she said. “You won’t hurt me, just bite it.”
He complied, munching down on her tongue as she intruded on his lips. Her colourful reaction sent his heart racing, Cassidy moaning into his mouth as though his gums tasted like the most succulent of fruits, with the eagerness to match, the dragoness cupping the back of his head to deepen their connection.
They parted with a wet pop, Jim bracing himself against her shoulders as he lowered himself down her body, planting kisses on her bosom as he went. He stopped to admire the curve of her belly, the scales surrounding her belly button as smooth as glass. She had no channels or other dimples, her belly was just a subtle paunch that was all muscle, Cassidy laughing as he kissed her crimson stomach.
He went lower until his eyes were level with her crotch, Jim eager to see her splayed lips again. He shot the Garchomp an annoyed look when she closed her thighs, her flesh spilling over to block his view from her entrance. “Open up, Cass,” he grumbled.
“No,” she replied, her tail coming up between her legs to slap him on the butt. He didn’t realise Cassidy could get this excited. The combination of his touching her thorns, and the memories of their last encounter, must be bringing this side of her out, and he loved every minute of it.
Throwing any reservations aside, he grabbed her knees roughly, his biceps flexing as he pried her legs apart, the dragoness resisting him. When he overpowered her rock-hard thighs, she cooed like she’d just climaxed or something, Jim feeling a primal lust surge within him as he wasted no time, bringing his lips to her soaking entrance and beginning to chew.
The flesh on her thighs formed around his head like a mould, Jim sinking his hand into one as he parted her soft entrance with his tongue. Her delicate walls flexed over his tongue in waves, drawing him in with a strength that surprised him. Her fem-nectar pooled in his mouth, Jim delighting in its hot taste as he lapped at her soft walls.
“Oh, Jim,” Cassidy moaned from somewhere above him, the little noises she made as he ate her out like music to his ears. He ploughed as far as he could into her love tunnel, her spicy aroma filling all his senses like a drug. Any reservations he had about doing this with her parents not ten meters below them were gone, they could have walked in right now and he wouldn’t have stopped, everything about this was just so damn perfect.
He felt something touch his chin from below, Jim being pushed away from her loins. He looked down to see the fins of her tail on his neck, strands of her juices still connecting his lips to hers, the slimy mess breaking to wet her belly. Rather than ask her what was up he just shrugged at her.
“You’re going to finish me off too quickly with that tongue of yours,” she said, her tail coiling round his leg, applying just enough pressure to bring him to a kneel. “But I want to feel you filling me up when it happens, Jim. I need it.”
She wrapped her flexible tail over his waist, the appendage packed with muscle, easily bringing his waist to hers. He stopped her before they could mate, however, holding up a reserved hand. “Wait wait wait, I have an idea. Get on your hands and knees.”
“W-What?”
“Turn over on your front, I’ve got something in mind.”
She was panting hard as she rolled onto her stomach, flipping so that her head was facing towards him. “No no turn around,” he added. Cassidy flashed him an unsure smile as she did so, crawling along the nest like how a dog circles their bed before sleeping.
“I like it when you order me around,” Cassidy sighed, her generous cheeks facing him, her tail curled protectively over her rear.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Ever since you bossed that Haxorus around I’ve been… thinking. Do it some more, Jim, I think it’s kinky.”
“Okay. Uh…” Now was the time to say something sultry and bossy, like a cool one-liner in a movie, something to fuel his ego. “Uh, m-move your tail you wench?”
“What did you call me?!” She glared at him over her shoulder.
“You said to be kinky!”
“How is calling me that anywhere near kinky?”
Their argument soon resolved into agreeing to disagree, Cassidy shaking her head as she complied with his request. She raised her tail, exposing the wonderful sight of her rear. Her hips were wider than Jim’s, her sizeable rump spilling over her massive thighs like two beanbags. They were dimpled with muscle, just firm enough to be springy and maintain their perfect orb shapes.
His eyes trailed up to the channel running along her spine, her muscular back only accentuated from this angle. Her reddish scales stopped along her obliques, her backside blue and dark like the night sky. She grinned as she noticed he was transfixed, wagging her tail back and forth to draw his attention back to her cheeks.
She gripped one of her orbs, her scales bulging between her fingers as she pulled. She exposed her pink loins, her puffy lips stretching in invitation. They were swollen with his earlier attentions, beads of her nectar drooping down her entrance to wet the insides of her plump thighs.
He approached her, feeling like he was coming up behind a horse by how much of her there was, the dragoness watching him curiously. Jim wasn’t one for words, clearly, so he let his actions speak for him, raising a hand and bringing it down on her ass, clapping it. Her scaley flesh rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond, the Garchomp gasping as he clapped the other one.
Cassidy arched her back beautifully as she tensed up, his touch making her coo in delight. Jim got on his knees so that their waists lined up, spreading her cheeks as he aimed with his erection.
His glans gently pressed against her vulva, her heat permeating his tip as he drew closer, making him shiver in anticipation. For just a second he delayed plunging into her, instead taking generous handful of her ass and thighs, the pudgy layers of fat shifting as he dug for the harder muscles beneath, her scales moving and flexing under his fingers wonderfully.
He pushed the tip of his member into her, the two sharing a moan of delight as her narrow passage engulfed him. He used her cheeks for leverage, pulling himself all the way to the base, skin meeting scales with a soft clap. Her liquid excitement drenched around his shaft as he hilted himself, her walls clenching around him as she pushed back to deepen their coupling.
“Oh, oh wow,” Cassidy said, batting her eyes at him as she threw her head back in delight. “You can get so… so deep like this.”
They fell into a slow rhythm, savouring the moment and taking their time enjoying one another, Jim grunting as he bottomed out inside her when Cassidy bumped back against him, quickly getting the picture. His eyes went crossed as her cruel walls massaged him in gruelling waves, as though trying to force out his emission through force alone.
“Why aren’t you moving?” Cassidy asked, lowering until she was resting her chin on her hands, lifting her hindquarters as she bumped into him, Jim grunting as her soft, silky walls caressed him.
“Just… just getting my bearings,” he sighed, everything from the stomach down feeling warm and tingly. He was glad he was already on his knees or he might have keeled over by the wonderful friction of her draconic vent. Seeing her like that, with her chest spilling over the pillows, her ass raised high into the air, her fat cheeks absorbing his hips into their soft, scaley depths as he plunged into her vagina, was sating his most selfish male desires in ways he couldn’t begin to describe.
“We don’t have all night,” Cassidy said, snapping him out of his daze. “my parents will get suspicious if we dilly dally.”
“Who says dilly dally anymore? That’s like the first time in years I’ve heard that,” he mumbled, sliding his hands up and down the small of her back, trying to find something to distract himself from the maddening pleasure of her walls raking his shaft. Her muscles shifted wherever he reached out to touch them, her blue scales meeting the red ones in a line that drew directly across her sides. Her horns were too far for him to reach – he could imagine tugging on them like the reins of a horse would excite her – but her thorns were not, his hands gliding over her cheeks towards the white cones on her thighs.
“Oh!” Cassidy panted, her walls clenching around his length as he toyed with her thorns, glad he could get a one-up on the dragoness. He drew random shapes on the protrusions, soon finding which places Cassidy reacted to the strongest. He could only imagine what it must be like to have your nerve endings being directly played with, it was probably driving her crazy, the way she wriggled and struggled, but never tried to stop him even though she was brawny enough to do so.
Cassidy rolled her hips, making sure each angle of their thrusts was different than the last. Her fluids made their mating slippery, Cassidy slowly upping their speed as her mounting pleasure got the better of her. It was all Jim could do to take her by her love-handles and hold on, in more ways than one. He couldn’t reach her boobs from this position to try and tease her some more, Jim scrunching his face as the muscular walls of her wet tunnel tightened around his length like a noose made from silk. Every bit of movement she made down to the smallest twitch sent his mind into a frenzy, the young man feeling he could melt into a puddle if this kept up for long.
An idea fought through the haze of his euphoria. He couldn’t reach her bicep thorns or bosum, but there was another appendage right in front of him.
“-Oh my… gosh, Jim!” Cassidy whined, turning her cloudy eyes over her shoulder. He was kissing the fin scutes lining the back of her tail, the appendage like a rubber hose he could scarcely hold with just the one hand. He braced the appendage against his chest, flipping the end over his shoulder. With the base of her tail stretching the top of her pink entrance, he could kiss the deepest parts of her tunnel with his length much easier, the dragoness moaning and grunting as he plunged into her depths.
He held onto her tail like a lifeline, meeting Cassidy’s needy thrusts, his thighs clapping audibly as they met her meaty hips. All his senses were being overloaded, Cassidy’s little moans, the heat of her vent, the sweat dripping down his chest and falling to her ample rear, it was igniting a primal, male desire to mate, Jim rutting into her ample rear like a bull in heat as he let the feeling take over his faculties.
The world drained away until only Cassidy remained, the Garchomp burying her head in the pillows as their pace increased from gentle to desperate, the two giving themselves over to their mounting pleasure in earnest, their bodies locked in a sensual dance. Cassidy dug her claws into the nest as her efforts slowly receded, Jim finding himself dictating the pace as he fucked her into the floor.
“I… I can feel your heartbeat through my… my…” Cassidy trailed off as she buried her snout in a pillow, moaning, or rather shouting, into the fabric as he thrust into her harder and faster. He redoubled his efforts, retrippled might have been the better word, pulling himself into her roughly, one hand on her tail and the other on her hip, pulling himself out until only his glans touched her soft lips before spearing back in again.
Cassidy snarled like an angry snake, her head rocking in time with his thrusts as she lay there, her insides seizing up as she came. She planted one side of her face on the pillow, turning her gaze over to the far wall. Her expression could only be described as a happy mental patient, her features slack and full of glee, her long tongue lolling out of her mouth to drape around her chin.
He could feel her juices struggling to slide past his girth, the liquid leaking out her of pillowy lips to wet his balls. His own climax threatened to boil soon after, Jim plunging once, then twice more as he toppled over the edge. His first load was already pumping into her by the time he took handfuls of her ass, pulling her hips as close to his as possible to ensure he painted her white. They both shuddered as though suddenly cold, the pressure inside Jim finally breaking as he shot another load into her waiting womb.
Cassidy’s passage tensed in waves, as though milking him for everything he had, encouraging spurt after spurt as her slimy walls sealed against his glans. It was almost painful, but a good painful, his senses dulling until all he felt was her blissful tunnel wrapped over his cock and nothing else.
With every pulse of pleasure, a warm glow followed, his knees going weak as her walls forced out one last rope of his seed, Jim doubling over Cassidy’s rump as fatigue wrapped him up in its haze. Her tail slapped him on the cheek as he fell onto her, but he didn’t care, all he could focus on was Cassidy’s heaving body, her soft thighs, her flexing muscles beneath her smooth hide.
He slid off from the Garchomp as though falling off a felled log, his dick slipping out of her, the pair twitching as her walls slid blissfully against his length one last time. A lewd mix of their fluids dribbled out of her vagina, Jim watching it splash against the nest and ruining the fabrics there.
He flopped onto his back, turning to see Cassidy in a similar state as he was, her chest rising and falling quickly, her muscles twitching as a few aftershocks lanced through her. She was facing away from him, her hindquarters still high in the air as though she hadn’t quite realised he’d pulled out.
“I love you, Cass,” he blurted out. He hadn’t been thinking, he’d just said it. He covered his mouth as if that would help, tension rising through the post-coital bliss permeating him. Her pants stopped, the Garchomp laying still. Maybe she fell asleep and hadn’t heard him?
Slowly, the Garchomp turned her head, Jim looking from her yellow snout to her blazing eyes, Cassidy shooting him a covetous expression. After batting her eyes at him, she pulled him into a tight hug, kissing him first on the nose, then on the lips.
“I… I know that you do,” she said, exposing her teeth in a small smile. “What we have here, between us, it’s something that doesn’t need to be said out loud, because what I feel every time I see you, Jim, is something… more, something I just can’t put into words.”
Jim hadn’t been expecting the verbose admission, but he was glad she hadn’t reacted poorly like a certain ex did the last time he’d said those words. He wrapped his arms over her shoulders, breathing in her spicy scent, delighting as her overwhelming embrace surrounded him in a prison of soft scales. He exhaled as they surrendered to the fatigue, simply enjoying each other’s company for a while.
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DE
Another wonderful chapter, the wholesome smut is nicely done and paced, and I look forward to whatever’s coming next! 👍
