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Dragons Games Epilogue Pt2
🕑 Added 2023-07-05 02:16:13 +0000 UTCHere are the next 3300 words of the epilogue. I shall reevaluate the whole shebang and make some tweaks, then start getting ebooks in order.
“I’ve got just the reward in mind for you,” she cooed, Jim helping her to her feet once they’d got their breathing under control. He followed her inside. Jim had been sure to pick out a place big enough for a fully sized Pokémon, as he wasn’t quite sure how big a Garchomp could get in their prime, the walls and ceiling spaced out so Cass could fit her long tail through the rooms without knocking anything over.
He hadn’t noticed it all that much during his campus years, but Cassidy was experiencing a growth spurt that usually took adult humans ages to become noticeable. She had gained another few inches on him since they’d started living together, bringing his eyes nearly level with her bosom, which had its perks for obvious reasons. He remembered how big Cass’s mother had been, would she grow that large as well?
He dropped their bags on one of the chairs as they passed the living room, Cass beelining it for the fridge, the many photos on the face of the door shaking as she opened it up.
“What are you looking for?” he asked, tearing his eyes off her raised rump and looking past her shoulder.
“This,” she said, turning round and presenting him with a small, metal cylinder. It was filled almost to the brim with water, packed with cubes of ice, and poking out of the top was the neck of a wine bottle. “Ta-da!”
“Champagne?” he asked, reading off the label and whistling as he saw the year. “82? Holy shmoly, Cass, something tells me you didn’t buy this because of our little race.”
“Got it after I nailed the audition,” she explained. “I was on such a… high I couldn’t help myself. I got another one, but I wanted to bust out the premium first.”
“I like the way you think,” he said, reaching into one of the overhead cupboards and fetching two glasses. “So what are we celebrating?”
“What aren’t we celebrating?” she said, handing him the bottle. “My audition, your job, the race, the house, everything! You open it, Mr. Strong Arms.”
He unwound the cork, the two laughing when it came off with a satisfying, loud pop, the cork flying across the room and bouncing off the top of their box television. With his new salary, he would probably be able to afford one of those big ones in a few weeks time.
He poured their drinks, chuckling when Cassidy lifted the bottle with a nail when he poured hers. “You gotta savour wine Cass,” he said, relenting when she continued to press him.
“Cheers,” she said, the two clinking glasses. After a couple of sips Jim gestured at her with the glass.
“Tell me all about this part you’re going to get.”
They talked from drink to drink, emptying the bottle as they passed the time, Jim intrigued to hear her part involved singing towards the end, Jim commenting that she had a lovely voice and smiling when she blushed.
They refilled each other’s glasses as their discussions turned towards his new job, Cassidy questioning him at length about every detail. They devoured the first bottle after nearly an hour, Cass fetching the second, Jim chuckling when she almost stumbled on her way back to the fridge. She’d always been a bit of a lightweight.
There hadn’t been much time to relax as of late, Jim forgoing his earlier commenting about savouring as he finished off his next glass in two swift gulps, Cass matching his number of drinks, then surpassing him as she drank straight from the bottle, foregoing the glass entirely. He knew from experience that she had trouble keeping her cool after a couple of drinks.
When their conversation about their days died down, Jim found himself fixed by Cass’s eyes, her reptilian pupils burning like hot coals as her gaze played over his body. “I can’t wait any longer,” she said suddenly, beginning to fumble at her coat. “I need you, Jim. Right now.”
Jim knew that look on her face, she always got frisky whenever they’d play-fought in the past, and the earlier jog had gotten her all worked up. He rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but in reality he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
“Let me just finish the bottle,” he said, making to grab the champagne, but Cass beat him to the punch, snatching it out of his grasp and grinning mischievously when she dangled it out of his reach.
“How about another race, Jim?” Cass purred, her tongue wetting her lips as she took another sip. “First to the bedroom gets to be on the bottom.”
She didn’t ask for a head-start, not giving him any warning as she rounded the corner, making her way upstairs in a run, Jim hot on her heels. He could have yanked on her tail to slow her down, but his hands were too busy fumbling at his shirt and belt, Jim thinking he might as well save time and discard his clothes now.
Cass pulled off her coat, throwing it over her shoulder where it landed on Jim’s head, the young man shaking it off. He looked up just in time to see her reaching the very top step, her toned back in clear view. She was covered in blue scales, her colour palette shifting to red on her obliques, where her red underbelly began. Her scaley flesh was creased around her waist, her wide torso wobbling just a little with her movements, her accentuated curves drawing his gaze.
He stumbled on the next step as he admired her cheeks, Cass slipping out of her pants as she rounded the corner. Her ass was huge, but firm enough to keep their pert shape. He knew from experience they were packed with muscle, covered in an enticing layer of blubber that could absorb his fingers if he pressed his hands into them.
He threw his shirt away as he reached the top, looking down the way she’d gone. A white, lacy bra lay discarded on the floor, the cups big enough a volleyball could fit inside each one. There were three doors along the corridor, and next to one of them was a pair of panties, the sight making Jim’s imagination run wild.
He shed his clothing as he made for the bedroom, his foot stepping on Cass’s forgotten underwear as he turned into one of the frames. To say their bed was king-sized would not be appropriate, Pokémon-sized would be a better name, the mattress taking up almost the whole floorspace with barely any room to walk around it.
To one side was the window, what little light spilling in through the blinds shining on Cassidy’s scales, the dragoness laying on the bed with her back propped up against the headboard. Her scales sparkled as though she was covered in drops of water, her red underbelly scales as flush as the tiles in their kitchen. His eyes were immediately drawn down to her crotch, but she’d pushed her knees together to hide her entrance from his view.
“Looks like I won this time,” Cassidy chuckled, becoming to him with a claw. She was out of breath again, the motion of her wobbling breasts once again distracting him.
“So did I,” he replied, the Pokémon biting her lip in anticipation. He crawled along the bed on his hands and knees, kicking off his underwear, his erection catching on the fabric as he freed it from its clutch. There were numerous pillows littered across the monstrous mattress, more than two people would ever need. That was Cassidy’s idea, trying to make their nest like the one she had growing up.
Her eyes fell onto his shaft, blinking as she noticed he was already rock-hard. He walked his hands over her feet, pausing to caressing one of her clawed toes with his fingers. They reminded him of velociraptor feet, as long and sharp as butcher knives, Jim wary of their sharp points.
He trailed up her long legs as he crawled higher, her scales so flush he could barely feel the bumps between them, Cassidy shuddering as he relished in the smoothness of her hide. Jim planted a kiss on her inner thigh, hearing his lover suck in a gasp as he mouthed at her legs. Her scales here were much thinner, thus more sensitive. She may have been a dragon, but he knew all her weaknesses, delighting in how she squirmed at even his most gentle touches.
He passed the bulk of her huge thighs, her crotch entering his field of view. Her spicy scent filtered into his head with each breath, joined by a hint of soap, as alluring to him as ever.
Cass opened her thighs in invitation, the scales surrounding her most private anatomy soaking wet, a trail of her fem-nectar seeping down the side of her pink lips. Forget wet, she was basically sopping this entire time, perhaps even before they’d opened the champagne.
Speaking of which, he looked up after hearing Cass smack her lips, the wine in her hand. “Damn Cass, why didn’t you say you were ready earlier?” he said, snatching the wine from her and frowning at what little remained.
“Would you have jumped on me as soon as we got home?” she asked, her eyes tracking his as he drank down the rest of the bottle, setting aside when he was done. “I had the same idea, but I wanted to wait. I was thirsty anyway.”
“Well, let me reward you for your patience…”
His lips met her loins in a sordid kiss, his dexterous tongue sliding its way over her fever-hot vulva. Her thighs twitched on either side of his head, Cass closing them round his head as wound his way past her lips, her minute scales rubbing against his cheeks as he dragged his tongue across her silky smooth walls.
She was so wet his tongue seemed to glide across her anatomy, Jim lapping at the folds and wrinkles, her taste as intoxicating as the wine had been, his mind buzzing with a pleasant warmth as he explored her delectable entrance.
He pulled back a little, doting on her splayed lips as he admired her abs, above him at this angle. Her red scales began just above her pillowy entrance, flaring out into the subtle paunch of her belly. He clapped his hands over her stomach, mesmerised as her hidden muscles pushed up reflexively beneath her layer of fat, gliding his fingers across her scales until they rested on her wide hips, licking her juices while he explored her with his hands.
“Oh Jim,” Cass cooed, her hands resting on the back of his head, easing him back down towards her leaking entrance. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Wine and her natural flavour flowed over his taste buds, Jim roaming his lips over hers as he pushed his tongue back into her opening, worming his way into her love tunnel, his member aching as though it was jealous of his tongue, her walls pulsing with each flurry and lick.
She ran her claws over his scalp, Jim sighing into her nethers as she drew shapes in his hair, Cassidy moaning as his warm breath filled her. Her hips ground against his face as he cored her out with a rising enthusiasm. The scent of her loins, the taste of her excitement, they way her scales felt beneath his fingers, it was driving him crazy, Jim pouring his lust for her in every deft flick and drag of his tongue.
He slipped a finger inside her, her velvet-soft walls clamping down on his digit as he roamed inside her, every tiny flex of his finger making Cass grunt, the dragoness leaning back to knead one of her boobs with a hand. He knew from memory where her clitoris was, grazing it ever so slightly with his digit, Cass’s pelvic muscles clamping down tightly as he began to stroke it, encouraging the little bud to draw out so he could lap at it with his tongue.
She began to mutter a string of curses as he held her that way for a few minutes, her undulating passage gripping him like a fist made of the most softest of silks. He painted her slimy walls with his tongue, mapping every contour and occasionally flicking his buried finger out to keep her guessing what he’d do next.
Eventually her malleable thighs separated from his face, Jim turning his burning face up to stare at her over the mounds of her breasts.
“I think that’s enough for me,” she grumbled, lifting him by the chin as she lifted him up her body. “Time for your reward…”
He’d have been content to reduce her to a shivering mess with just his mouth, but he allowed her to guide him towards her face, Cass cradling his head in her hands as she subjected him to a kiss. She didn’t seem to mind tasting her own juices, thrusting her long tongue into his mouth until his cheeks bulged, Cass knowing just how far she could shove her tongue down his throat without suffocating him.
She tasted of wine and copper, and Jim likely did too, the champagne spicing their kiss up in a most literal sense. They adjusted their waists until their genitals lined up, Cassidy sinking into the mattress as he put his weight on her.
He pulled away, their lips joined by a sagging web of saliva, the two looking down as Jim took his erection into his hand, Cass opening her legs in invitation. Her heat washed over his glans as he neared her vulva, taking her wide hip in his other hand as he braced himself, gently sliding himself into her narrow passage.
He gritted his teeth as her tunnel swallowed him inch after inch, her tunnel flexing in cruel waves as he entered her. Cass arched her spine, a hiss escaping her lips as she clutched at the sheets with her claws, her horns banging against the headboard as he pushed his hips until his whole length slipped inside her, a squelch of malleable flesh reaching their ears.
Scale clapped against skin as he bottomed out inside her, Jim rocking back and forth in a slow pace, the young man wanting to savour every second as her walls massaged his rod, unbearably soft flesh kneading at his cock from all angles.
Cass growled and sighed with each brush against her draconic vent, both of them aware of every wrinkle and contour of the other’s genitals as they rocked against each other, their sensual dance slowly gaining in speed as their pleasure began to get the better of them.
Cassidy peered down at him, admiring the way the light cast little shadows across his muscular back. There was a deep channel along his spine, and she drew a claw over it as far as she could reach, his dimpled back flexing as she played her hands over his smooth skin.
Her walls caressed his length each time he plunged into her sopping entrance, the fluids bubbling out of her entrance making their contact slippery, but Cass was so tight there was still a mesmerising friction as her muscles clenched and roiled around him.
“Deeper,” Cass growled, bringing her legs up and crossing them over his butt. “I want to feel you beating inside my stomach.”
“I don’t think that’s possib- geezus!”
She flexed her thighs as she forced him to bottom out inside her, Jim grunting as his glans pressed up against the depths of her cunt, the sweet resistance as he reached her tunnel’s limit making his head spin. They moaned in unison, Jim feeling a fresh numbness snaking down his lower body, his eyes crossing as Cass allowed his hips to rise, a dizzying pressure building up inside her vagina as her walls clenched over his length.
“We’ll make it possible,” Cass purred, her last word trailing into a sigh as he plunged back inside, the pleasure so raw and powerful Jim was almost reluctant to continue, but with her legs hooked around him, he had no choice but to comply.
With her legs helping him deepen their coupling, their rutting redoubled in its intensity, the bed starting to shake, the edge of the frame knocking against the wall as they abandoned their attempts at taking it slow. Jim could feel his orgasm rising, a sweet ache permeating his loins that threatened to break at any second.
Trying to stave off his rising climax, he turned his attention to her breasts. Gravity sagged them a little, but they were firm enough to keep their mesmerising shape, Cass flexing her biceps when she caught him staring. She squashed them together that they created the deep channel of her cleavage, Jim wasting no time as he plunged his face between them, taking a deep breath of her rich scent. He angled towards one of her nipples, taking it between her teeth and stroking it with his tongue, Cass taking in a sharp breath as he bit down on it.
Her scales here were smaller, no bigger than his fingernails, his view a sea of red as he swamped between her boobs, Cassidy’s moans and little growls inspiring his virility in a way he’d never felt with any other lover before. She was so receptive, her smooth scales so alien and novel, everything about her driving him mad, his attentions to her bosom having the opposite effect of keeping his orgasm at bay.
“I’m close,” Cassidy growled, her head rocking as he plunged in and out of her depths. “Fill me Jim, fill me until it’s leaking out.”
Jim couldn’t have refused even if he tried, one last thrust all it took before his willpower dissolved, Cass’s tail curling round one of his legs as they reached a crescendo. The muscles in his legs burned away, Jim collapsing on his Pokémon partner as a tide of pressure crashed down on them both, the first rope of his seed exploding against the depths of her tunnel. Cassidy wailed as if the warmth he poured into her was hurting, her vent tensing as she joined his climax with her own. They sighed in their shared bliss as her passage roiled around his length, easing out a second wad of his ejaculate with her cruel, rhythmic pulses, her walls milking him for all he had.
The ache Jim had been feeling in his muscles bled away as he filled her vagina to capacity, wonderful afterglow chasing his tired body as the pleasure reached a fever pitch. His fingers groped at her soft, yet powerful body as he as the last of his seed painted her walls, the gentle wobbling of her scales all he could focus on right now.
As though all his strength had been taken out through his cock, he collapsed on her, his blurry vision focusing when he met Cass’s eyes, the dragoness drunk on both wine and her own euphoria. They shuddered every now and then as jolts of pleasure shot through their bodies, Jim pulling out of her a few minutes later.
They winced as his still-erect member slid out of her scaly lips, a pearly mess of their combined fluids seeping out now that his dick was not there to plug it. He watched as the mess dropped to the sheets, flopping down on the mattress beside her.
“That’s going to be hard to clean up,” Cass said, her eyes lingering on the pooling mess.
“You said you wanted it leaking out,” he replied, the dragoness shrugging at him. “Besides, not like we haven’t messed up our nest before.”
His lips broke into a smile, his gaze falling on a few pillows further away from the headboard, torn up from their more ferocious encounters in the past.
Cass nuzzled at his cheek, Jim wrapping his arms round her shoulders as they leaned back, Jim hugging her tight, his bicep pressing into her bosom.
“Love you,” she said, giving his cheek a lick. “Rehearsals should start next week, think you’ll be able to stop by the set?”
“You know me, wouldn’t miss giving my girl some feedback for anything,” he laughed, Cass joining him as she leaned her face into his chest.
