A Knight and his Squire (Closed for Apollo Wilde)

[Apollo Wilde]

His cries were music to her ears, the sound of prey falling beneath the claws of the predator. All they did was spur her to ride him harder, to move her hands from his shoulders back to the bed, to better brace herself as she rode him in earnest. There was no gentleness in her now, just the furied pace of her taking him in more and harder, the slapping of skin growing louder with each moment. He felt so good inside of her; more than once, due to her being so wet, he’d pop out of her, and she’d hiss in annoyance, slowing down only to delicately line them up again, and ease herself down on him, nearly purring as he filled her.

This was so much better than the slapdash occasions of her Time with others - indeed, she felt as if she were caught up in that same haze, except this felt deeper, more fulfilling. The thing that had spurred her through many fevered imaginings was here, and he was so good, “So good,” she echoed out loud, her tongue nearly lolling out of her mouth as she tossed her head back, her hips slowing only a bit to savor sliding oh so slowly down him, then up, then down, this time, a roll of her pelvis to rock him back, to push the head of his cock against that spot inside her that sent sparks dancing across her skin and made her close to losing her wits. Her hands drifted over his own when he placed them on her hips, and she tightened her grip on his, indicating that he should do the same; that he should pull her down harder onto her. “You’re not going to hurt me,” she groaned, rocking hard against him, “Fuck me, Albus. Haven’t you dreamed of this? I have. I have for years.” The “s” was dragged out as she leaned forward, crushing her breasts into his chest as she rolled her hips up, as smooth as a dancer, exposing him inch by inch, before she was sitting up on him again, taking him in one fluid drop. “I’m going to make you make it up to me; all the years I had my Time, and you were there, not knowing how bad I wanted you like this. The last time,” a flicker in those eyes as she remembered, though not without malice. “You’re going to breed me, Albus - fill me over and over with your seed. Every.” “Single.” “Time” - each word, punctuated with a hard buck of her hips, her taking him deeper, nearly slamming down on him “That. I’ve. Had. To. Wait. You. Are. Going. To. Make. Me. Scream.” She was rougher now, her riding him close to leaving bruises on his hips, and she didn’t care. One tentative thrust of him back into her, and she nearly cried; that was what she wanted, for him to let go, for him to come into her as she was eagerly going to him.

But - she had to slow down; she was on the verge of losing her mind and she didn’t want to hurt him. It would have devastated her if she had.

Letting herself savor one last slow slide down his phallus, she shifted, causing him to buck a bit within her. From the way he was twitching, she knew she would need to slow down, to draw it out. Placing her hands behind her and leaning back, she knew that from where he was laying, he would get an eyeful. Spreading her legs a bit further, her cunt was entirely open to him, dripping wet and glistening, his cock filling her near to bursting, so split did she seem, the deep pink of her inner labia clinging to him. “Watch,” she growled, a devious grin across her lips - and she tilted her hips up, rolling them up bit by bit, letting him slip out of her hot cunt inches, half-inches, at a time, watching him watching her. Leaning back only heightened how he felt inside of her, and the fact that he would be forced to watch his cock move in and out of her heightened her arousal all the more. Shifting her weight, she used her left hand to cup her left breast, fondling the dark skin, squeezing, milking, the deep cocoa nipple between her fingers as she groaned in pleasure.

She toyed with her breast, working her body off of his cock, but as she began to tilt her hips down, to slide back on him, she reached down to where their bodies joined and spread her lips, showing him the pink pearl of her clitoris, rubbed a finger across it. It was enough to make her hips involuntarily buck against him, and the resulting impact shoved him that much deeper into her. “Look at how well you fill me, Albus…See how wet I am…It’s so good, isn’t it….?”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Albus tried to focus on everything Taika was doing, remembering her moans and grunts, her movements, where she touched herself with both their hands. He was sure he wasn’t catching all of it, and the feelings she was giving him were very distracting, but he wanted to take pleasuring her seriously. He really did feel bad about what she had gone through, and he really, sincerely, wanted to make her scream. Her words were driving him crazy! He felt self-conscious about speaking crudely like she was, but he trusted her not to laugh at him. He would give it a try.

She spoke of him breeding her, fucking her. He growled in arousal at her words. “I’m going to fuck you, Taika! I’m fucking my wife! I want to breed you!” It was true, too. He could hardly wait to put a little quarter-dragon in her. He was close, even, but Taika seemed to slow down when he got close. That was fine. He didn’t want this to end. And, he definitely wanted to see what she looked like when she achieved release first.

Taika leaned back, showing herself to him, parting her lower lips and holding her flaming red and orange curls out of the way. She was gorgeous, especially with his thick shaft spreading her apart. So that was the perfect little organ that was making him feel so good, huh? She deserved the best treatment in return. He tried to memorize her, to map her body in his mind. There was a little nub of flesh that Taika was paying extra attention to, and Albus noticed.

“You’re so tight around me, Taika! You squeeze me so good! You’ve made me so hard!”

He slid his hand up her powerful thigh, feeling her muscles twitch with her effort. When he got to where her hands were he rested his hands against hers.

“Show me what you like, Taika. Use my hand to make yourself scream so that next time I can do it all on my own.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Good boy,” she purred - and instantly flushed; realizing what she’d said as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. She didn’t want to sound like she was talking down to him, but it’d felt so natural! He was being so good, asking her, wanting to make her feel good, to correct how he’d made her wait, yes, he had indeed made her suffer, suffer those Times on her own, or with strange other half-dragons, when she could have been his for years. Her confidence restored by her own imagined hurts, she simply grinned at him, a cat content to watch a mouse stuck in a trap.

“I think it’s time for me to show you another kiss,” and she slipped off of him, groaning a bit at how empty she felt without him buried deep within her. Patience, she reminded herself. “Did you know,” and her tone was teasing, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth in amusement, “that you can use your mouth on a woman’s sex?” Mmm - what to do? Every fiber of her being was screaming at her to simply get on her hands and knees and spear herself on him, but he had asked her a question. She’d noticed that he’d been watching her, focused on the way her hands manipulated her sex, and, her tail quirked more.

“I bet you liked watching me touch myself during my Time,” she was moving on the bed again, moving to lay beside him - but angling so that her crotch was near his head. “I bet you’ve touched yourself in the past, thinking about your wedding night. It’s okay if you did,” her voice was soothing, but still teasing, still heated, “Do you know how many times I’ve taken that fine leather dildo and imagined it was you splitting me open?” She was sliding closer, her voice dropping as she placed one soft kiss to the side of his cock, flicking her tongue out to taste their mingled fluids. She leisurely closed one eye, looking up at him, as she drew her tongue across her lips in an exaggerated manner, making a show of savoring the taste. Beneath her own dark musk she could taste him, young and excited, and it was truly delicious.

Parting her legs wide in front of him, still on her side, she reached down between her lips and held them open, showing him the depths of shining sex, her clit standing firm at the very top of her, a contrast to the dark skin of her body and the brilliant pubic hair. “Lick that little button,” she said - before pressing her cunt into his face, against the lines of his nose. And for her, well, there was no reason to speak more. Licking her lips, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking, a low hum of contentment sliding from her.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Albus almost objected when Taika suggested that he had touched himself. He had taken a vow of chastity! Touching himself for pleasure was not something that was sanctioned by their chivalric order. If he’d expected it to feel anything like what Taika was doing to him, though, he would have been sorely tempted to indulge. But, he hadn’t known what he was missing, so he had abstained. This abstinence had brought with it certain pains, but he found those manageable, if quite unpleasant. He wondered if Taika realized that he had never experienced...completion, at least while conscious. He almost mentioned it, but then he wondered if it would interrupt what was happening between them.

And then she was talking about imagining that her dildo had been his cock, and he let the previous issue go, comfortable with whatever assumptions she made.

“I wish it had been me. I wish I had found you there and just dove between your legs.”

She kissed the side of his cock. She put her mouth, that she eats with, on his cock, really close to where pee comes out. It felt amazing, and once Albus’s mind caught up to his body the thought of it made him heat up like a bonfire. Then she was presenting her sex to him, inches from his face, and he was going to kiss it, just like she’d said earlier. He was so excited, he could barely keep it in.

“Lick that little button,” she told him. Oh, so it was going to be much more than a simple kiss, then. She was so beautiful up close like this, with silky folds of skin like petals of a flower. Albus didn’t get to look for long before she pressed herself into his face. She was fire-hot and dripping. Albus tentatively stuck out his tongue, tasting his wife’s juices. She was sweet, spicy, and tangy. He could drip her fluid over roasted potatoes and it would be delicious!

Suddenly his cock was inside her mouth, with her lips pressed into his shaft. He hummed into her molten core. How was he supposed to focus on her when--oh!--she was distracting him like that. He took a breath through his nose and got to work, licking the tip of his tongue along the length of her lower lips, teasing her with light touches before quickly stroking the “little button” she’d pointed out earlier with the flat of his tongue.

Albus was in heaven! Tasting Taika while hearing her moans and hums of pleasure, and making his own noises of bliss with his cock in her willing and active mouth was almost more than he could handle. His tongue was stroking and licking her little button with soft but energetic motions. At one point he closed his lips on her button and sucked, a small-scale version of what she was doing to him.

Even the warmth and pressure of her thighs and ass against his head were comforting and arousing. Albus just loved Taika so much, and whatever closeness he could get was a privilege and a treasure, and having his tongue in between her hot, wet folds was closer and more intimate than he had ever even hoped.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His words encouraged her, and she ground her crotch deeper into his mouth. As much as he was having a hard time focusing, as was she. His fumbling, delicate licks were gaining in confidence, and, true to what she’d asked, his focus on her clit was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. More than once she had to stop, pulling her mouth off of his cock with a soft pop and moan, her tail writhing behind her, thumping onto the pillow. She’d lock him between her thighs for an eternity if she could, riding his face till she came. Lowering her mouth back onto his cock, her tongue flicked at his head, her left hand moving to cup his sack, stroking the soft skin between his balls, drawing long circles across and under the base of his cock, growing ever more damp with the copious amounts of drool she leaked onto him.

It was so easy to get lost in what he was doing - if her sounds weren’t enough, the erratic movements of her mouth would give her away. From the assuredness when she first touched him to now, he could feel her shaking, more moans rattling her throat, her grip tightening on him. Her cunt flexed, trembled as his tongue continued - then - nothing. She was lifting her hips away from his mouth, gasping and panting, but with a pleased smile on her face as she looked up at him. “I want to feel you again,” - and it wasn’t up for debate.

Using a fraction of her strength, her arms and tail slipped beneath him - then, deftly flipped him onto his back, beside her. And, this time, rather than mount him again, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing chest to chest, thigh to thigh, his erection, still wet, sliding against her stomach. “Here…” She rolled, easily, taking him on top of her. It wasn’t her favorite position, but one she felt would be fitting for her to come to her finish, and to bring him to his. Face to face now, she smiled up at him, caressed the side of his face. Her hands were damp, redolent of her, and of him. Wiggling a bit under him, she positioned his body better atop hers, a fine balancing act, and, to make things easier, parted her legs so that he could lay between them. Reaching between their bodies, she grasped his cock, and guided it, so gently, towards her opening, damp and heated, aching for him. “Now…what was that, about breeding me?” She bucked her hips into his, jostling the head of his cock between the plump lips of her labia. All it would take would be one thrust from him, and he’d be inside of her - but she waited, smiling up at him, waiting for him to take that last step.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Albus was sad when his treasure was taken away from him. He had been enjoying himself immensely. He had no intention of stopping whatever Taika had planned, though. She had never led him astray before. She flipped him in the air, twice, with her hands and powerful tail. Her strength was a powerful aphrodisiac for Albus. He had heard her moans and felt her twitches as she had her mouth on his cock; he knew he was making her feel good. Having a powerful woman like Taika dancing on the end of his tongue made him feel ten feet tall. The fact that he got to do that while tasting her exquisite juices and feeling her lips around his cock just made it so much better. And those moments she had teased and caressed his balls? Albus had no idea he would love that so much! It was quite the pleasant surprise!

Now Taika was lying on her back and Albus was kneeling between her legs. Her breasts lay against her body, dark nipples pointing at his face. His cock was jsut at the entrance to her womb. She wanted him to breed her? He could oblige. He had picked up enough by now that he knew what to do.

“You want me to breed you?” He looped his left arm under her right leg, holding her up just a bit to get the angle right. “You want me to fill you up, overflowing, dripping with my seed?” He put his right hand on the bed to steady himself. “One.” He rocked his hips just a bit, teasing her. “Two.” One more feint. Her hunger was just too much of a turn on for him to avoid. “Three.” He pushed in, his legs almost giving out at the intensity of her muscles squeezing his cock, drawing it in deeper. “You feel so good, Taika. So good!” He thrust in and out, every stroke threatening to milk him dry. He moved his right thumb to her little button, trying to rub it as he pumped his body against her, his hips slapping wetly against her ass, his balls making smacking sounds against her smooth, glistening skin. “I’m--unh--going to paint your insides, Taika. I’m going to make you overflow with me inside you.” He grunted in equal parts exertion and pleasure, pushing hard into her strong, powerful body. “I’m going to put a quarter-dragon in you. We’ll name her Aroha, and she’ll be stronger than either of us.” He was breathing hard now, panting over her shining body. His thumb vibrated near her little button, and he finally heard what he’d been wanting to hear all along. One long, loud, piercing scream came from his wife’s mouth as she shook underneath him. It was yet another new level of sensation and arousal. “I love you, Taika!” He felt a tugging, pulling sensation in his balls. It was new, but it felt like it was what he’d been building to all along. His shaft tingled and sparked with bliss as the walls of her core stroked and squeezed him. “Taika, something’s happening! I don’t--ah...ah, AH!”

He stroked deeply, and slowed his thrusts as something happened to him. It felt like someone had tied a knot in a string, and pulled the length of it out of the inside of his cock. He felt himself twitch inside her, and more of his seed left his body into her warm and wet depths. A few more spurts, and he slowed to a stop inside her. “Taika, I…” He didn’t know what to say. He felt like his body was on fire. He felt like he’d just won a war. This was what they were going to be able to do for the rest of their lives? This was better than he'd dreamed. He let himself fall forward, his chest pressing to hers, his lips meeting hers in a wet, lazy kiss, his tongue cuddling with her own and his arms against her sides. He was still inside her. He could get up anytime, and he would need to soon. He still wanted them to share that bath, after all, and then he wanted to do more sex. For just a moment, though, just a few brief seconds, he just wanted to enjoy this closeness and bliss, lying on top of her, only sweat separating their bodies.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

How he had changed! It was enough to fill Taika with warmth to see him become more comfortable, more vocal - but it was adding gasoline to an already raging fire. Though she was beneath him, she’d thrust up to meet his hips, clinging to the bed to give her more leverage. And his thumb across her already wet clit, slipping against her, pressing harder - oh, it was all so good, too good, her face was one of absolute bliss, knit brows and open mouth, heavy pants escaping her. Though she was ready to be cast away on the tide of her bliss, she was careful to keep her talons buried into the mattress, rather than his shoulders.

He’s going to breed me, breed me, harder, more…Snatches of thoughts, desires, braided together, crested higher until there was nothing but the feeling of her body set alight as she came, wailing into the air, her hips stuttering back against his. And then, somehow, it got even better - for he was right behind her, his cock pumping a torrent of cum into her, so much that she felt it ooze back out of her, push back against his cock, slip between the cleft of her ass and leave a small puddle beneath them.

Completely in euphoria, she finally let her head thump back onto the pillows behind them, her arms wrapping around him to cradle him close on top of her. Widening her legs, she was careful to cradle him there, pulling him firmer within her by lazily wrapping her tail around their waists, her legs far too tired to obey her initial thought of encircling them around his waist. His nose bumped hers, and then, the capping of it, that gentle, sloppy kiss, tongues fumbling against one another. When she broke the kiss, it was with a contented, sated sigh. Though if he thought that they were done, he had quite another thing coming to him.

With his cock still giving the occasional twitch deep inside of her, she was careful not to jostle him too much, knowing him to be overly sensitive. Her arms around his neck, she carded fingers through his hair. “And I love you, Albus,” her voice was a bit hoarse, but was infinitely more human, the sharp hisses and reverb of her passion having ebbed.

The air in the room was cooler, as the sun had set. With him atop her, it was tempting to sleep, to cuddle close. However, with him buried still inside of her, it was enough for her draconian brain to register that she still needed to be bred many, many more times to ensure that his seed would take root. It was something…new for her, she had enough sense to realize, enough sense not to instantly flip them so she was riding him again. The human side reminded her that his flesh was soft; that humans did function a bit better. Her dragon side, in hissing whispers, insisted that she present herself properly, to show him her wet sex and demand for more, more of his seed, to ensure healthy offspring. It was all quite…overwhelming. She had to shake her head a bit to clear it.

“If you want that daughter, you’ll have to breed me many, many more times,” she managed, though that guttural hiss was slipping back into her voice. This was so different from her Time before, when she’d felt that call to be bred, to be full - as overwhelming as it was, and had been, she now could feel how mechanical it was, with no real passion behind it. This was entirely different - a blending of that mechanical need with true desire, and it was enough to make her feel like she was slipping under the waters of her Time again. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she sighed against his ear, “But I’m feeling…things.” She stopped, realized how inarticulate it was, how poorly it described how she felt, “I need more,” she said, this time, with a bit of a whine to her words, that soft pleading that would echo how she’d called for him in the woods. “I need more,” and she was rubbing her face against the side of his neck, her tail dancing up and down the length of his spine. “Make me yours, make me bear your young…”

If, perhaps, she was in a more clear mindset, she would have been terribly embarrassed. After all, she’d never thought about having children; had never given much thought other than being by Albus’s side. But now, the idea seemed to be the best one in the world. And, even if she didn’t become pregnant from this night, practicing was proving to be just as pleasurable as she would have dreamed it to be. “I don’t want to overwhelm you,” he could hear the struggle in her voice, as she was trying to tame the demands of her flesh, “But I feel like…like I’m about to have my Time, right here, with how I feel…I want so much more…” she pressed her face into his throat, rocked her hips up into his, teasing, testing his length. “If you need a rest, please let me know - I can sate myself while I wait for you.” Bathing now had little interest for her; she wanted to keep riding this high until her body could handle no more, until she collapsed into sleep in his arms, full, truly sated, and truly his.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Taika’s low, rumbling confessions made Albus twitch inside her. He loved that she could share her desires with him, just as he loved that he could share his desires with her, clumsy and half-formed as they were. “Two halves of the same whole,” or however Father Ehrung had put it, had always been his favorite part of the idea of marriage. That’s part of what made him so disappointed in his father. His parents’ marriage was all one-way, and Albus had been very young when he realized that the one thing he wanted least of all in life was that. This, what he already had with Taika and would grow and nurture between them, was so much better. He could lie there with her all night and be perfectly happy, but he would prefer, like Taika, that they continue having sex for some time first.

He’d also known that he would enjoy sex, but he was still blown away by how much he loved it. Similarly, he already loved Taika, and he knew he would enjoy her body, but the smoldering fire inside him, readying itself to rage again, was unexpected, but very welcome. For some reason, though, his penis didn’t seem as excited as the rest of him. He assumed it simply needed more of a rest. At least, he hoped that was the issue. He had some plans for its imminent future that required its cooperation.

Albus didn’t want Taika to have to sate herself, though. He never wanted her to have to sate herself again. “My, um, my penis might not be ready, but could I kiss you again while we wait? Down there?”

He had a brief realization that that would mean tasting his seed, but the thought didn’t bother him if it didn’t bother her. As long as he also got to taste her he would be happy.

Albus smiled as he finally knew something that he could ask her for, a way that he wanted to stretch what they were doing. “After that, Taika, I think I want to be overwhelmed…”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her face pressed into the side of his neck, she had been stroking her cheeks against his throat, the side of his face, as affectionate as a cat. To her heightened senses, she could smell the heavy musk of his desire, the dance of his pheromones that expressed how much he wanted her, and it was intoxicating. She wished to bathe in the way he smelled, to scent-mark him with her own desire as her senses were full of him.

“Mmm,” was her hum at his words, her mind skimming through a lewd catalogue. She’d never been with a man who had to wait; truly, in the past, once she’d coupled with another half-dragon or dragon, it was like a switch was flipped off - once they’d orgasmed, they’d want to go their separate ways, finally having a clearer head. Though she hadn’t experienced it, she had talked to her share of brothel workers. “I’ve an idea…” She gave him another kiss, before using their sweat slicked skin to her advantage. Sliding from under him, she gave a sigh of loss as his cock slipped out of her, releasing a dammed up flood of cum from him. For a moment, she lay there, quite content, feeling his seed ooze from her. Maybe it was her imagination, but to her, it felt like he’d truly painted her womb with pent up desires that had been building for years. His first seed, and she was the one to taste it.

Seeming as if she was purring, she stretched her arms overhead, her legs straight out, the action causing more cum to leak from her. Then, she rolled, rather lazily, onto her stomach. With Albus having moved to a kneeling position on the bed, her face was now right in front of his crotch, his flaccid cock shining in a mix of their fluids. And the smell; oh, that smell! Her nostrils flared, her tail arched over her back as she took it in. It pulled at her brain, threatened to override what little reason she had left. A shame he’d never know how delicious he truly was to her senses.

“Let me know if this is too much…” She leaned forward, and gave his cock a tentative, testing lick - then looked up at him as she took the head of him in her mouth, simply letting him rest there, not wanting to overwhelm him with too much swiping of her tongue, though it was so very, very difficult.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

This simply wouldn’t do at all. Oh, Taika’s mouth around his limp cock felt wonderful, but what was he supposed to do while she held him there?

“No, Taika, I want to kiss you there, too.”

He pulled back, and rolled her over onto her back, crawling over her body until his penis was directly over her mouth. It felt strange, being so insistent, but being honest about what he wanted was the least he could do when she was doing that so well for him.

He bent his head down to her glistening flower, coated in both their juices, and took a tentative lick with the flat of his tongue. The taste was not nearly as good as pure Taika alone, but it wasn’t bad by any means. He would enjoy this. He teased her with his tongue, near her little button but not touching it, ready to attack it at her first moan of pleasure.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

With no small amount of glee, she let him reposition herself - though, a flicker of logic crept through - I can’t let him lick me there, I’m full of his seed, he’ll be revulsed -

All came to a halt with the first swipe of his tongue. She moaned against the side of his phallus, her tail arching overhead, her wings fluttering, with the sensation. His cock, stiffening, slid past her parted lips, smearing her cheek with their fluids.

Though she’d just cum, there was no soreness, just a deep throbbing that pushed her to want more, to need more. She knew that much wasn’t normal; must be a dragon thing, but what did it really matter now? He couldn’t be doing all of the work, after all. A small shift beneath him, and she was swallowing his cock, taking a deep breath beforehand to ensure that she could take him all into her mouth in one fluid stroke. It was hard, as he was not only thick but long, but if she relaxed her throat just so, she was able to swallow him down until his damp pubic hair pressed into her nose, surrounding her in his smell.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Albus was amazed at how quickly he hardened in Taika’s mouth. He shouldn’t have doubted her. In seconds his stiff cock was poking the back of her mouth, and then she relaxed and he slipped down her throat! The extra pressure on the head of his cock made him moan into Taika’s little button, humming, his lips vibrating on the sensitive nub of flesh.

In some ways this was better than the first time they’d kissed each other’s sexes. Albus couldn’t quite put into words the way he felt about them tasting each other after he’d finished inside her. It felt less clean, like something that they would have been quite ashamed of if anyone else had known. But, they were so close and trusting of each other, and enjoyed each other’s bodies and fluids that they had no reason to be ashamed or disgusted. In fact, they both seemed to be aroused by it, like that closeness and lack of shame was itself intensely arousing. Albus couldn’t ponder the problem beyond that, though. He was busy. He had a little button to lick.

He attacked that special organ with vigor, only occasionally dipping forward to tease her lower lips. She was starting to introduce more of her own flavor into her wetness again, and Albus was getting more aggressive. He just couldn’t get enough of her taste.

He kept at it until Taika started bucking and writhing underneath him, and once her peak subsided, he hopped off the humble bed. Taika had nearly gotten him off, and Albus didn’t want to finish in her mouth, at least not tonight. He didn’t know how serious Taika was about being bred on their wedding night, but Albus wanted to at least maintain the charade, since talk of it seemed to stoke her fire. He put his cock at the tip of her entrance.

“I’m going to breed you, Taika. I’m going to fill you again. We haven’t even cleaned you up and now I’m going to get myself all over you again. You’re going to be overflowing with me, and then you’re going to bear my young. Is that exciting for you? Are you getting heated hearing me talk about making you swell with our quarter-dragon babies?” On the word “babies,” he thrust inside her and started pumping with as much energy as he could muster. He wanted to make her scream again.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She must’ve been extra sensitive, or extra receptive (but really, did it matter) - for she surprised herself at how quickly she’d cum with his mouth on her sex. She felt as if she’d barely gotten a good taste of him before she was crying out in orgasm, the sound muffled until she pulled her head away from his cock, her wail clear. Her cunt spasmed, wanting more, needing more, and then, he was off of the bed, leaving her to blink, slightly cross-eyed, a soft whine leaving her.

Her instincts kicked in, but before she could react, he was plowing into her again, the friction bouncing her breasts hard against her chest, jostling free a long cry from her of surprise and of joy. “Yes, breed me, fuck me, Albus,” the words were wanton, almost to match the lust-filled haze of her face; the blush of her cheeks, her mouth parted, tongue partially lolling out as her wings spread beneath her, her hips bucking into his -

Before she suddenly pulled away, with a huff. Not for long, though - she scrambled with an astounding amount of speed and grace to get to her hands and knees, her wings draped on either side of her body, her tail arched overhead. With her rear facing him, her legs parted, her sex was wide open to him, deep pink and glistening - and if he needed further invitation, she reached behind her and spread her lips wider with her hand. “Fuck me as hard as you can, Albus,” a bit of a wiggle added to her hips. If she wanted to be bred, it needed to be done right - and already, she was trembling in anticipation, waiting for him to plow into her, to truly lose all of his inhibitions, as she knew he had to be lurking beneath the surface.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

As soon as Albus saw how she presented herself to him, he was so excited about it.

We can have sex with me behind her!

He got back into position and started thrusting again. He was so thankful for how much Taika seemed to enjoy what he was doing. It made him hopeful that theirs could be a physical, as well as warm and loving, marriage. He loved being able to put his hands on her hips and pull himself into her. It gave him more control, more power. It also felt so good.

His hips slapped against her ass with loud smacking sounds, and her cheeks jiggled with each impact, rippling in the cool air of the inn.

In a flash of inspiration, Albus wrapped one hand firmly around the base of her tail, giving it a soft tug and pausing his thrusts to gauge her reaction. He thought he should keep his words confident and aggressive, manly, but he was ready to let go right away if she displayed anything less than enthusiasm at his idea.

“You want me to pull your tail, don’t you? You want me to pull your tight core over my cock. You want to fuck myself with your body, huh? You love this!”

He surprised himself with how bold he was getting with his words. If he’d settled on a lesser wife he would never have found this part of himself. Yet one more thing to thank Taika for.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

…Oh!

Her eyes widened. Up until that moment, she had never known that the base of her tail was an erogenous zone; his firm grip sending waves of pleasure through her.

The sound that came out of her was less than human; something between a mewl and a yowl of pleasure, ending on a rumbling growl as she wiggled her ass into his crotch. Though his grabbing her tail was good, so good, he didn’t have to stop! He couldn’t stop! In those brief moments when he paused, she reared back into him, impaling herself further onto him, pulling herself off, anything to keep the friction going, to keep him thrusting deep inside, so deep inside he was hitting a spot that only the dildo had before, that, combined with her fingers on her clit, was driving her insane.

She was somewhat past the point of words, her cheek pressed firmly against the mattress, her ass high in the air and slapping against him, the tip of her tail arching over his shoulder now, the weight somewhat lighter because of his grip on the base of it, her mouth open and a small damp spot collecting under her lips, her voice shredding itself as all she could let out was cry after cry, sharper as he slapped his hips harder into hers. “I love ittttt,” she managed to whine out, in a tone that was much higher and reedier than her typical voice, “I love you fucking me, it’s good, so, so good, ride me, Albus!”

With some effort, she pulled herself off of her face, settling shaking arms beneath her, arching her head back so that if he wanted, he could reach out and grasp her horns for further leverage. She was still slamming her hips back into his, on the verge of cumming again, she could feel it, knew dimly with as hard as she was taking him, she’d be bruised and sore, but it would be so worth it, his grip on her hips alone was enough to bruise, but she didn’t care, “Fucking breed me, breed me, fill me, mark me, make me your own, fuck me and ruin me for all others!”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Taika’s mewls, growls, moans, all of it--both her words and the sounds she made when words failed her were music to Albus’s ears. He tugged on the base of her tail, with steady, insistent pressure, and pounded his cock into her. She even pushed her ass back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her muscles squeezed him, vibrated around him, pulled him back into her every time he withdrew.

Her tail was arcing over her shoulder now, and her voice had a feral, catlike quality as she cried out that she loved it, that she wanted him to ride her. Albus didn’t want to move from this position, though. He wanted to stay right here, behind her, pounding into her, until he bred her again and again. He gave the base of her tail more tugs, his heart melting into her yowls of lust.

She leaned her head back, and Albus realized that her horns would give him even more leverage to pound into her. He leaned forward, draping his chest over her back. Before he grabbed her horn with his left hand, he let it slide down her body, around her side, and onto her dangling breast. He pinched her nipple in his thick fingers, trusting that she could handle it.

Still, his cock stroked in and out of her, a little more clumsily now that he was leaning so far forward. He was still getting deep inside her, though, his hips slapping her ass. He reluctantly pulled his hand off her nipple and grabbed her horn, the hard bone shining in his hand. God, she was so beautiful. Albus was filled with joy for their future together. With one hand on her horn, and the other steadily pulling on the base of her tail, Albus pounded Taika in her molten core, the wet, smacking sounds of his hip meeting her ass growing in volume and frequency. He wasn’t going to last long like this.

“Yes, Taika, I don’t want anyone else to feel good to you. I want you to feel me inside you even when I’m not there. I want to stretch you out and fill you. I want to ruin you like you’ve ruined me. Fuck! You’re so good, Taika.”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Handling their combined weight wouldn’t be difficult for her; after all, she’d done it times before when she flew with him. Those times, though, she hadn’t been distracted by the exquisite feeling of his cock hitting new places within her, molding her to him, her cunt eagerly grabbing and not wanting to let go as he withdrew, each time he did so, causing her a bit of sorrow, but oh, when he returned, even if it was just seconds later, each stroke felt like the first one all over, like the first time she’d slid down on her toy -

His fingers brushed over her horn, and, as if a natural extension of all of the time they’d spent together, she arched her back into him, helping not only to support his leaning forward, but putting her horn more in his grasp. His grip tightened, and oh - gods, she was constantly learning about new sensations with him, wasn’t she? Like her tail, she’d never had her horns stroked or touched during sex, and though there was little physical sensation, the feeling of his confidence as he grabbed her, as he tightened his grip and pulled her body back into his using her own, was enough to nearly kick her over the edge - and all it took was that tug on her nipple and her voice was shuddering, before she wailed again, throwing her head and hips back into him, screaming until her voice was nearly rent from the power of the orgasm that ripped through her body. The intensity of it was enough to nearly force him from her with how tightly she spasmed on his cock, how much her fluids coated him, but a deft wrap of her tail around his upper body kept him buried deep within her.

I didn’t think I could do it again…!

But as he kept pumping within her, chasing his own high, her body growing a bit tired, her clit overly sensitive, oh, she felt it again, a duller flicker in her stomach, almost painful - and then, one last, hard thrust from him, and she was crying out again as yet another orgasm, forced from her, rippled through her body, nearly plunging her over the edge into unconsciousness. As it was, her vision fairly swam before her eyes and her entire body quaked against his, and her breathing sounded like she was open-mouthed sobbing, and, yes, even her eyes were a bit wet, tears forced from her with the slew of emotions that had surged through her. Happy tears, she knew that much, but it was so much, so many emotions that she’d long kept under wraps, or carefully controlled, burst forth, and as hoarse as she was, she sobbed, “Oh, I love you, I love you so much Albus,” her hands scrambling to find his, to lock her fingers with his, as she trembled through that last, unexpected orgasm, even her immense strength starting to falter beneath him.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“I love you, too, Taika, so very much,” Albus whispered to his wife as he squeezed her hand in his. That one last thrust to spurt his second orgasm ever into the womb of his half-dragon love left him blissfully spent. Part of him wanted to just curl up and sleep with her, laying in a pool of their own juices. Albus wanted to take better care of his wife than that, though.

He slowly, reluctantly, pulled himself off her body as she dozed. He quickly found the bath, thankful that it was a very large tub, and started filling it with water heated from the kitchen. The tub was an old wooden drum, cut in half, and it would hold the heat well.

Albus’s last bit of business was locating a spare set of sheets. He wanted their night to be restful and clean, so that they could dirty them again in the morning. Having a wife to do nice things for was already such a source of joy for him, and he’d only been married for a few hours!

Taika was feeling loose, limber, and happy after their lovemaking, and Albus really enjoyed support his wife’s naked body with his hands as he led her into the washroom and gently poured the liquid dragon into the bath. There were a couple of candles it in the room, and a window open to the cool night air of Annicatu. It was perfect.

Albus climbed in after her, and positioned himself behind her, leaning her body into his so that he could reach her to scrub her clean. He wanted to explore every inch of her. He took the lye soap in hand, and rubbed it over her chin and cheeks, down her arms, and over her back and chest. He spent extra time rubbing the soap into her breasts with his bare hands, enjoy her soft, sleepy moans. He washed her long, powerful, sexy legs, as well as between them, thoroughly. He propped her up on the side of the tub to clean her plump and beautiful ass, even feeling so bold as to tease the tiny little wrinkled circle of her hole with a finger. Taika made a few breathy gasps at that, and Albus made a mental note to keep that in mind for their future.

Once she was thoroughly clean, he cleaned himself and then leaned her body back into him. His hand wandered until it found its way between her legs to her sweet flower and cute little button. Albus rubbed and stroked her there, slowly, unhurried. It took quite a long time to bring her to yet another orgasm, this one softer and sweeter than the others, but there was nowhere in the world Albus would have rather been. Taika was his wife, his love, his home. Wherever she was, that was where he belonged.

Today was a day for them to rest and enjoy each other. Tomorrow, too. Maybe the day after he would go find that ring.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

She couldn’t remember a more pleasant bath. She was lost in the cloud-like land of afterglow serenity, and took Albus’s lead. His hands over her body both soothed her and brought a flicker of desire back to her tiring body - and she would respond in turn. Between his lathering her up, she would do the same to him, her hands running across the broad muscles of his chest, his neck, his shoulders, his navel, his thighs. Life on the road, as a warrior, had ensured that nearly every inch of his body was firm to the touch, the skin taunt and surprisingly supple, with areas of treasured softness, like the silken fuzz of his pubic hair, or the satin-like flesh of his cock.

Rather shamelessly, after he’d brought her to that peaceful orgasm beneath the waters, she would surprise him with her own abilities. The tub was thankfully large enough to accommodate all of her body, not just his, and slipping beneath the water, she would spend long, idle time caressing, licking, stroking his cock beneath the water, coming up only on a rare occasion to catch her breath, before submerging herself again. But before he could spend himself into the water, or her mouth, she’d neatly straddled him, taking his load deep within her, laughing a bit as she told him that he would, indeed, have to wash her sex and ass again.

Not that he minded.

By the time they’d gotten done with the bath, Taika felt like her legs were a combination of feathers and pillow down; they were so light and unsteady beneath her. As tired as she was, she couldn’t help but to feel as if she were glowing, like the room was illuminated by her joy alone. Still, seeing that he’d found clean sheets, Taika stripped the bed, humming as she did so (while she enjoyed music greatly, she didn’t think of herself as much of a singer, but she was so happy that it just felt…right), savoring the cloud of lavender perfume that the sheets exuded as she snapped them over the bed. Thankfully, the damage she’d done to the old sheets didn’t catch down to the mattress, and she asked Albus to remind her in the morning to do the Shinjikis a boon by getting them more - not just to replace the ones that she’d destroyed (which she was tempted to keep - make some sort of memento for them; perhaps undershirts?), but to get the couple and the daughter a pair of the finest sheets that money could buy, as a sort of reverse wedding present. After all, they had essentially gifted the couple the use of the hotel itself.

Running a hand over the sheets, satisfied that the bed was made to her liking, she lifted them, and slid into them, naked. There was no point in wearing clothing around him now - and, perhaps (she hoped) it would mean more fun for them in the morning. She knew that with a bit of rest, she would be ready to go sooner than later - if anything, he would be lucky if she didn’t try to take him in the middle of the night -

(His luck didn’t hold. She did, indeed, wake up at a bit past midnight, and, as loud and as hurried their sessions were before, this one was just as quiet, as sweet, as tender as the fairytale first time every bride she’d encountered dreamed about. There was no hurry between the two of them, this time, and no shredding of the sheets) -

But after that, now, yes, it was time to sleep - and that she did, wrapped in his arms, her wings wrapped about him, her tail about his waist, her legs between his. “I love you,” she sighed against his neck, completely content. Everything had worked out, and now, her life was as close to perfection as she had ever imagined it. She had the love of her life in her arms, and was sure that she would soon be carrying his child, to start a new generation of warriors with clear eyes and pure hearts.