Goddess Fairy Moon NTR Pure Love-Chapter 92 - 88

The silken sheets, spun from the celestial threads of a star-silk spider, clung to their entwined forms. Aukin’s arm, warm and heavy, draped across Fairy Moon’s waist, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip. Her head rested against his shoulder, the glossy cascade of her black hair fanning across the pillow, a soft, fragrant cloud. The rhythm of his breathing was a lullaby against her ear, a steady beat that had become the anchor of her immortal existence. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of unwavering devotion, of shared cultivation, of a love that defied every convention, every law of the universe. He had grown, not just in power, but in understanding, in the depth of his affection for her. She knew, with a certainty that resonated through her very soul, that his love was hers alone.

She shifted, her perfect body pressing closer, a sigh escaping her lips.

"My sweet boy," her voice, a whisper like silk rustling, stirred the air between them. "You’ve been so diligent these past years. So focused. Not once have you asked for... indulgence." Her fingers, cool and slender, brushed against his chest, tracing the hard plane of his pectoral. "Tell me, my love, what reward does a good boy like you desire?"

Aukin’s blue eyes, deep as the void, met hers. A slow, tender smile spread across his handsome face. "Being with you, Mother. That is my greatest reward."

Her heart, a celestial drum, skipped a beat. A warmth spread through her, melting the last remnants of her icy past. She leaned in, her lips brushing his. "I know, my darling. And that warms my heart more than you can imagine." She kissed him again, a deeper, lingering press. "But I’m serious. You’ve earned something truly special. Tell me what your heart truly craves." A playful glint entered her eyes. "Don’t hold back. Nothing is beyond my power to grant for you."

A flicker crossed Aukin’s face. A memory, sharp and vivid, sparked behind his eyes. The opulent chamber, the scent of dragon musk, the raw, unbridled degradation. Cha Anagon, his young dragon body straining, thrusting into her, his words crude, possessive. And Luo Qingcheng, her mother, beneath him, her sensual dragon body writhing as he mirrored Cha Anagon’s treatment of his own mother. He felt a primal thrum, a deep, resonant vibration that started in his core and pulsed downwards. His cock, already stirring, hardened, pressing against Fairy Moon’s thigh, a bold, insistent demand.

Fairy Moon felt the sudden, rigid pressure. Her eyes, luminous and knowing, followed the line of his gaze, seeing the distant, almost predatory glint. A soft chuckle, low and throaty, escaped her. "Ah," she murmured, her finger tracing the outline of his straining member through the silk. "Something has caught my little pervert’s attention, hasn’t it?"

Aukin’s gaze, intense and unblinking, locked onto hers. His voice, low and husky, held a tremor of desire. "Remember that time, Mother? With Cha Anagon and his mother?"

Fairy Moon’s breath hitched. A flush, faint but unmistakable, rose on her cheeks. Her eyes widened, a nascent spark of recognition igniting within them. She remembered. Every rough thrust, every vulgar word, the sheer, intoxicating humiliation of being treated like a common whore by a mere dragon, all while her son watched, and then exacted the same treatment on the dragon’s mother. It had been... exhilarating. Depraved. And utterly unforgettable.

"You want to... relive that?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. Her perfect body, usually so serene, now hummed with a nascent heat. The memory, potent and dark, stirred a deep, forbidden longing within her.

Aukin nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent, powerful plea.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "My sweet boy. My magnificent pervert." She pulled back, her blue eyes alight with a dangerous fire, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Let’s do it, baby. Let’s make that memory pale in comparison."

An hour later. The air in the room, thick with the scent of their arousal, hung heavy and still. Fairy Moon knelt, her glorious black hair falling around her like a silken curtain. Her throat worked, a rhythmic, desperate motion, as Aukin’s cock, thick and engorged, plunged deep within her. He gripped her head, his fingers entwined in her hair, pulling her deeper, harder onto him.

"Swallow it, bitch," he snarled, his voice rough, unrecognizable. "Take it all. Deeper. You’re my whore tonight. My cum-swallowing goddess."

Fairy Moon’s eyes, usually sharp and intelligent, rolled back, glazed with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her lips, slick with his precum and her own saliva, stretched around him, her throat a perfect, yielding sheath. The sound of her desperate gulps filled the room, punctuated by the wet slap of his balls against her chin. Her breasts, full and firm, bounced with each thrust, smeared with the glistening evidence of their depravity.

"Yes!" Aukin roared, his hips bucking violently. "Take it! Take all my cum, bitch!" He groaned, a guttural sound of release, as a torrent of hot, viscous fluid erupted deep within her. Fairy Moon, utterly submissive, swallowed, her body trembling, her vagina clenching and unclenching, a fountain of lewd fluids staining the silken sheets beneath her.

Aukin’s cock, miraculously, remained rock-hard, throbbing with renewed vigor. He stared down at her, at her swollen lips, her glistening chin, the faint sheen of sweat on her brow. A feral grin stretched across his face. He reached for the bedside table, his fingers closing around a slim, leather collar. It gleamed, studded with tiny, almost invisible, celestial stones. He fastened it around her neck, the soft leather a stark contrast to the rough words he’d just used. A leash, delicate yet firm, dangled from it.

Then, he produced a smooth, black anal plug, its surface gleaming. "Open for me, whore," he commanded, his voice dark with authority. Fairy Moon, without a word, spread her exquisite buttocks, her sphincter clenching in anticipation. He inserted the plug, a slow, deliberate movement, watching her shudder, a faint moan escaping her lips.

"Now," he said, his voice a low growl. "Get on all fours. Like a good little dog."

Fairy Moon, her movements fluid and practiced, obeyed. Her magnificent ass, round and firm, presented itself, twitching with anticipation. Her head, adorned with the collar and leash, bowed low.

Aukin stood behind her, his eyes devouring her. "That’s right," he murmured, his voice laced with a possessive satisfaction. "My little bitch. My cum-dump." He watched her perfect ass, the subtle quiver of her muscles. "You’re even wetter than that dragon’s mother, aren’t you? You love being my slut."

Her hips twitched, a silent affirmation. Her pussy, a glistening, swollen bloom, gushed, a small puddle forming beneath her. He gripped the leash.

*Smack!*

His cock, thick and unyielding, plunged into her from behind, a wet, fleshy sound echoing in the room. Lewd fluids, hot and sticky, splashed onto the sheets, onto her thighs. He pulled on the leash, tightening it, making her gasp, her eyes wide.

"Whore!" he snarled, thrusting deeper, harder. "My cum-slut! My divine bitch!" Each word was a lash, each thrust a branding iron. He pulled the leash again, her neck straining, her breath catching. She whimpered, a low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body bucked, meeting his thrusts, her ass a rhythm section to his primal beat. She wanted more. She craved it. The degradation, the power he wielded over her, it all intensified her love, her lust.

Her neck, despite the tightening leash, remained strong, immortal. She didn’t fight it, instead, she relaxed into the pressure, allowing a slight, consensual constriction, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her pussy, a hot, pulsing furnace, clamped around him, begging for his seed.

Aukin raised his hand.

*CRACK!*

His palm connected with her exquisite ass, a loud, resounding smack that made her whole body jump. Her ass cheeks quivered, a ripple of pleasure running through her.

"Squirting for me, are you?" he growled, his voice thick with triumph.

Fairy Moon’s body spasmed. Her legs stiffened, her back arched, and a torrent of hot, sticky fluid erupted from her, squirting onto the sheets, onto his hands, onto her own heaving body. She climaxed, a full, shattering orgasm that left her breathless, trembling.

Aukin, seeing her release, felt his own build to an unbearable peak. "Take it, slutty pussy!" he roared, his voice raw. "Take all my sperm!"

Fairy Moon, still quivering from her climax, threw her ass back, a desperate, hungry motion, meeting his final, explosive thrust. He filled her, a hot, pulsing gush of cum, her pussy grasping, sucking, absorbing every drop.

He wasn’t done. His cock, though spent, still pulsed with a stubborn hardness. He flipped her over, her dazed eyes meeting his. He thrust into her again, his cock, slick with their fluids, sliding into her wet warmth. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, his fingers digging into the plump flesh.

Fairy Moon’s eyes rolled back, pure white, her mouth open, forming an ahegao of blissful surrender, saliva dripping from her lips. She panted, a ragged, desperate sound, her body writhing, begging for more.

Aukin, a wild light in his eyes, grabbed her by her sensual neck, his fingers encircling it. He squeezed, a controlled pressure, not enough to harm her immortal form, but enough to heighten the forbidden thrill, the delicious sensation of power. Fairy Moon’s pussy, already throbbing, pulsed with renewed heat, her consent absolute, her pleasure soaring.

He roared, a triumphant sound, and crushed his mouth against hers, kissing her fiercely, deeply, as his body convulsed, a second, powerful wave of cum flooding into her.

They lay tangled, chests heaving, breaths ragged. Aukin, still hard, still pulsing with residual energy, slowly pulled away. He grabbed her collar.

"Time for your last reward, my little dog," he murmured, his voice still rough, but laced with a new, possessive tenderness. He dragged her, gently but firmly, from the bed, across the silken rug, and out into the private garden. The cool night air kissed their flushed skin. He pulled her to a patch of soft, dewy grass.

He knelt, pulling the anal plug from her. Her asshole, swollen and red, glistened. His cock, still slippery from her wetness, found its mark. He thrust, hard and deep, into her tight, yielding anus. Fairy Moon gasped, a sharp, surprised intake of breath, then melted onto the grass, lost in the exquisite agony and pleasure.

He fucked her roughly, his hips slamming against her, the wet, squelching sounds of their bodies filling the night. He pressed his foot onto the back of her head, pushing her face into the cool earth. Fairy Moon, utterly consumed, writhed beneath him, her body convulsing, her climax a silent scream that tore through her.

Aukin roared, a primal, triumphant sound, and filled her, his hot cum gushing deep into her asshole.

They collapsed, limbs tangled, bodies slick with sweat and cum, onto the cool, dewy grass. The stars, indifferent and eternal, glittered above. They lay there, not caring about the mess, not caring about the cold. Only the steady beat of their intertwined hearts mattered, a symphony of love, lust, and absolute, unconditional devotion.