The Milf's Dragon-Chapter 44. First True Bond [r18+]

The guest chambers were exactly as they’d left them, though the mana-infused spring water had been refreshed and someone had left a platter of food on the table: fresh fruit, bread, and what looked like some kind of roasted meat.

Yuki immediately collapsed onto one of the beds, not even bothering to remove her armor or katana. The slime hopped off her head with a wet plop and settled on the pillow beside her, pulsing gently with that soft blue glow.

"Owen?" Yuki called out, her voice muffled by the pillow, with a concerned look on her face that he could just barely see.

"Yeah?"

There was a long pause. He could hear her breathing, could feel through their bond the turmoil of emotions she was keeping locked down. Fear. Relief. Exhaustion. Something else he couldn’t quite identify.

"Take them off for me" she said as she turned around to lay on her back then peeked Through the pillow she still held onto to convert her face.

Owen could spot her cheeks turning red and under by her gesture that she wanted him to help her take off her armour.

Owen stepped closer, the low light of the chamber catching on the glossy black scales that covered his shoulders and the powerful length of his arms.

Yuki watched him through the gap between pillow and mattress, her cheeks blushed even more as She still clutched the pillow like a shield, but her knees had already parted slightly, an invitation to Owen.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, one clawed hand settling beside her hip while the other reached for the first of the many buckles that held her segmented armor in place.

His talons were careful, clicking metal open piece by piece. Breastplate. Pauldrons. The wide belt at her waist that held her katana.

Every released clasp made her chest rise faster.

When the last piece of metal clattered to the floor, only a thin, sweat-damp linen remained, clinging scandalously to the heavy curves of her breasts, the soft roll of her belly, the flare of her hips.

Owen’s pupils had gone to thin vertical slits. Smoke curled from his nostrils in slow as his list grew.

"a—are we really doing this?" he rasped,

Yuki swallowed, covering her face even more with the pillow. "just....be gentle please"

He leaned down until the heat radiating off his chest brushed her skin through the cloth. "I’ll try."

One clawed finger traced the neckline of her shirt, then hooked the fabric and tore it open in a single smooth motion, her cloth parting like wet paper.

Her breasts spilled free, full and flushed, nipples already peaked from adrenaline and anticipation.

"Fuck~" Owen growled as her gazed upon her majestic inverted nipples.

He didn’t kiss her mouth first.

He dipped his head, eyes fixed on Yuki’s flushed breasts. Her inverted nipples had drawn inward, shy and hidden amid the soft, heavy curves.

He cupped one breast in his scaled palm, his thumb grazed the puckered areola, then sealed his hot mouth over the tip.

With his Lips tight, he sucked with slow, steady pulls, his tongue pressing firm and flat to coax the sensitive bud outward.

Yuki gasped, arching hard, her fingers clutching his horns as the suction deepene in a rhythmic and insistent way, until the nipple emerged swollen and glistening.

He rolled it between his rough lips and slick tongue, flicking relentlessly before releasing it with a wet pop to claim the other, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to sting, leaving both peaks dark, erect, and throbbing in the golden heat of the moment.

His tail slid up the inside of her thigh. She jolted when the smooth scales kissed the sensitive crease around her pussy.

Then Owen lifted his head and looked into her eyes deeply.

"spread your Legs wider"

She obeyed instantly, trembling.

The tail curled, the flat spade pressing against her soaked folds through the last scrap of fabric between her thighs.

He dragged it slowly upward, letting her feel every individual scale, the slight ridges, the warmth of living muscle beneath.

Then he hooked the cloth aside and pressed the tip directly against her clit, circling with deliberate tease.

Yuki’s hips jerked upwards. "Owen! please—! Uhnn!"

"Not yet."

He shifted again, settling between her thighs in a fluid motion that spread her wider.

His cock, which seemed alien to him now, thicker than before his reincairnation, ridged along the top and pulsing with veins down to the base, it bobbed heavy between her legs.

Pre-cum already dripping from the tip. He didn’t thrust in right away though.

Instead he lowered himself until the hot throbbing length of his dick laid bare along her pussy.

Then he rocked, slow, deliberate glides that rubbed every ridge of his dick over her swollen clit while the spade of his tail kept teasing lower, teasing in slippery circles around her butt hole.

Yuki’s breath hitched into little sobs. "wait—what’re you do—"

"shh! Just enjoy this, yuki" he murmured against her throat.

When he finally notched himself at her pussy, He sank in one thick inch... paused... another inch... letting her feel the stretch, the heat, the way the ridges caught and dragged her pussy walls.

Halfway in he stopped completely, his wings mantling above them both like a dark canopy.

"Look at me." he said.

Yuki’s eyes fluttered open, wet and desperate.

He flexed his tail at the same moment he thrust the rest of the way in, deep, brutal, perfect.

The tail tip breached her asshole at the same instant, not far too deep, just enough to stretch that tight ring and press against her sensitive inner walls while his cock filled her pussy to the hilt.

"Uhhnnnn!"

Yuki screamed, raw, broken and ecstatic.

Owen didn’t let up.

He fucked her with punishing rhythm, each deep plunge driving cock and tail in perfect sync.

The tail twisted inside her, curling, stroking places no human lover could reach while his cock dragged mercilessly within her pussy walls.

One clawed hand pinned her wrists above her head; the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

"Feel that?" he snarled against her ear. "Every inch of you is mine. Front. Back. All of it."

She could only whimper, body shaking, thighs locked around his waist as the double penetration built a vicious, coiling pressure inside her. His tail flexed again, thicker now, stretching her further and she shattered.

"Owe—oh, Oh my God!!!"

The orgasm hit like a blade between the ribs.

She convulsed as her pussy tightened so hard around him that even Owen’s rhythm stuttered.

"I’m—I’m cuming!!!"

A roar tore from his throat as he slammed in one last time, burying himself deep inside her pussy, hitting her womb with the tip of his cock.

Heat flooded her, thick, scalding pulses that seemed to go on forever while his tail kept working her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until she was limp, gasping, and tears streaking her down her cheeks.

He stayed locked inside her, both holes still filled up, his wings slowly folding around them like a cocoon as his forehead dropped to hers.

"Still with me?" he whispered, his voice wrecked.

Yuki managed a shaky, tear-soaked laugh. "Barely."

"Good." He kissed the corner of her mouth, gentle now. "Because I’m not done ruining you tonight."

His tail gave one last lazy curl inside her.

She moaned, already clenching against his already hardened dick.

The night was young and Owen wasn’t planning on ending it anytime soon.