“Yes,” John agreed. Whatever Nathalia could want it was not as bad as letting Rave die or the even worse possibility of his rescue attempt failing and him dying alongside her.
“Very good. First, I need to increase the bond between you and that fire spirit of yours,” Nathalia rose from the water and commanded John to do the same.
By the time he had turned around Nathalia had already constructed a sort of throne and threw him a glance, the fire of lust in her eyes reignited. Well, it was never properly put out in the first place.
“Unlike a friend of mine, my magical skills are not high enough to manipulate somebody’s powers without a medium. You can offer me more of your blood or… another fluid of magical richness.” Nathalia showed him a crooked smile. “I am certain you will offer me the fluid to ingest.”
There was a choice here? He was not in such a hurry that he would go for the faster option, especially since this was already a shortcut to power. “I’ll offer my cum,” he said with a bit of a horny grin himself. Nodding approvingly, the redhead gestured for him to sit down. A moment later, she sought his lips in another kiss.
John’s cock dripped the first bit of precum. Even though Nathalia hadn’t touched him yet, the presence of her curves was enough to make his body ready. Nathalia’s tongue wrestled with his, her soft breaths and even softer breasts brushing against his chest.
The kiss broke with Nathalia getting on her knees. Any annoyance he had with the last situation he found himself in was washed away. He still wasn’t in control, but it certainly felt like it, sitting on the throne with the tall goddess on the floor. Hungrily, she licked her ruby lips.
She had specified ‘ingest’ and John was all too eager to find out what a slut of ten millennia could do with her tongue.
“I am wondering.” The last few scales and claws on her hands slowly vanished, leaving her truly naked. “You said you have a Stat named Libido and that you garner bonuses at a threshold of 25, have you crossed that threshold yet?”
“No,” John answered.
“Do it now then,” Nathalia demanded as her fingers wrapped around his cock. Each slow stroke caused more precum to leak out. Soon, it coated the length of his freshly bathed manhood and lubricated the dragoness’ fingers.
John groaned, resisting the idea as much as he could. “I need those points to…”
“You NEED whatever I can give you,” Nathalia interrupted both him and her hand job, leaving him wanton. The motionless grasp turned tighter. John remained adamant, causing the redhead to continue with words. “I am Nathalia, I get what I want, John Newman. You will raise your Libido or I will draw back from our little arrangement. How many points did you get from my power?”
“20 and I need 6. I understand, I will do it!” John caved in under the pleasure and the pressure from Nathalia’s burning eyes.
He quickly raised his Libido to 25 and while he was at it also spent the remaining 14 points on Endurance and Strength.
A wonderfully convenient get, even if utterly useless to his true goal in this grinding session. What was way less convenient was the rather sudden increase in sensitivity he experienced. He had been the victim of this feeling of heightened lust before, when the Slab of Horniness was active, just that it was now more intense and permanent.
Nathalia breathed in deeply and moaned, a delighted sound. “Your smell changed.” Her thumb rubbed the sensitive spot at the underside of his cock, until a fresh drop of precum oozed from the tip. Swiftly, she lapped it up. A deeply and pleasantly surprised hum reverberated from her throat. “Now this is unusual, even I haven’t come across men this tasty before.” Her fingers glided down to the base of his dick to keep it steady while Nathalia polished the entirety of his rod with her dragging tongue. After she had slathered each bit of him in her saliva, she continued, “Yes, you are truly delicious. Is this what you gained?”
“Y-yes, ah!” John answered between two gasps. Nathalia had playfully sucked the first centimetres of his dick into her mouth.
The nymphomaniac goddess released it again with a loud ‘pop’, “You are a truly fascinating mortal, we will have a lot of fun over the coming decades.”
“Decades?” John asked, his mind jumping back into reality for a moment. Nathalia did not make it easy for him to stay there, with skilled movements of her hand she kept stimulating his dick. If he hadn’t cum twice, he would have decorated her gorgeous features already.
“The stronger you humans get, the longer you live.” Nathalia said that as if it answered his question. “No more conversation. I want this cock in my throat, not words.”
An idea the Gamer could certainly get on board with. The wet lips of the dragoness enveloped the tip of his head again. Ruby red and soft, they formed a loose seal around the edge of his glans. Her tongue swirled around the engorged tip, before sinking deeper.
As expected, Nathalia was a masterful cocksucker. She knew and she visibly took pride in each groan she coaxed from him as she effortlessly took him all the way into her throat. There was not even a shiver of resistance from her body, while her neck bulged from his girth. Her tongue curved, pressing the lower half of his manhood against her palette. The seal of her lips tightened, until her cheeks hollowed into concave curves. Micro-movements kept the hot, stretched walls of her throat in constant, shifting movement.
Lewd slurping sounds accompanied her slow glide upwards. The vacuum grip of her lips broke, only to be reapplied immediately. Where the ruby ring receded, her hand took its place, the massage as skilled as the swirling of her tongue. No centimetre of his cock going without attention.
Throughout it all, she stared up at him. Glowing eyes, focused entirely on him. Even if there was no submission in them, the attentiveness was complete. For all her insistence on getting what she wanted, the dragoness knew to give as well. Soon, her tongue had found the most sensitive spots along his shaft, and pressed all of them as she glided back down.
The pace picked up immediately after her red lips met the base of his cock again. From exploring, to wild and needful. The pointy ears of the dragoness wiggled each time she milked another bit of precum from him. Each time she tasted him, she went a little quicker. The upgrade was every bit worth it in that moment.
The Gamer borderline lost all motor function. Gripping the armrests of the throne, slumped against the backrest, he felt like he was reduced to his manhood and the pair of eyes that watched what she was doing to him.
The rapid bobbing of her head made her wild mane sway. The enjoyment plainly written on her gorgeous face. Lips wrapped around his cock, she seemed like she was entirely in her element. Suddenly, she descended all the way and stayed there. The warmth enveloped him again. The contractions of her throat. The stare of her burning eyes.
‘I want this to be mine,’ John thought. A greedy thought, worthy of a dragon in and of itself. It was short-lived and replaced quickly by another impulse: to grab her by the horns and keep her pinned down. Just barely, he kept that under wraps.
Nathalia softly massaged his balls, while her neck gyrated in little circles. An unoccupied hand reached between her legs. Barely, the Gamer caught the creation of a smooth stone dildo, extended from the black ground. It matched his own cock in most details, he realized, before it was swallowed up by the redhead’s descending, smooth cunt.
Gliding back and forth between the real and the faux cock, Nathalia resumed sucking him off with all of the enthusiasm of a true nymphomaniac. Moans vibrated in her throat. She glided up far enough to take a breath, then was right back to working the length of his manhood.
John feasted on the up and down of her hips. Each time he got a view of her round ass mid motion was a little spike of lust. The tight lips and jiggling breasts did the rest to mesmerize him, particularly the latter. Perhaps it was because all of his current haremettes were on the petite side, but the D-cups kept him staring. Nathalia noticed. His cock popped free suddenly.
“Would you like me to use my breasts, John?” the dragoness asked in her husky voice, wearing a smile that wore her intention clearly.
This was all about hearing him. John would say exactly what she wanted to hear, “please, Nathalia, use your beautiful big breasts to make me cum.”
“Mhm, it takes the fun out of it if you do not beg,” she lamented as she rode the dildo, moaning deeply. A hand closed around his dick in an almost mindless gesture. “I wonder if I should really use them on somebody who is that eager,” she kept teasing.
“I beg you,” John whimpered, the beautiful firm mountains of flesh bounced with Nathalia’s hips, the way they jiggled only testimony to how soft he knew they were in his hands, how much better would they feel around his dick?
Nathalia kept grinning in silence, “How bad do you want it? Tell me, John Newman, how bad do you want to feel my breasts around your hard cock?”
“I want it more than anything else right now, please, I want to feel them wrapping around my dick, I want to feel how they jiggle around as you hold them there, as you bounce them up and down my shaft, while sucking my cock. Please use your tits,” he pleaded and, just when he reached the edge of how much he was willing to beg, finally was rewarded by Nathalia lowering her hands and straightening her back. Her hands squished her tits, the soft flesh was pressed around his dick from both sides, hiding much of it in her cleavage.
Nathalia shook her tits slowly. The smooth skin turned slippery from the abundant mixture of saliva and precum. John groaned, the sensation of a tit job not quite what he expected. The tightness was missing and even her breasts were not large enough to envelop all of him. It was pleasurable, absolutely, and a visual feast, but her throat had felt so much better.
In the midst of the realization, John was presented with a reminder that he was not interacting with a human here. Nathalia opened her lips wide, gooey strands connected the glistening red halves. Her tongue extended, then extended further, way past the limits of a human, until it had reached her cleavage and coiled around his cock. “Delishioush,” the dragoness moaned, the taste of his precum once more reaching her senses.
John was subjected to a wonderfully alien sensation. Her tongue laid in a tight spiral around his cock, massaging the length by coiling and stretching. Between the gaps, the soft heat of her tits pressed against him. It was every bit as wet as her throat, yet totally different. It was the kind of pleasure he could only have read or fantasized about, now caressing him in a very real embrace. If anything made the dangers of the Abyss worth it, it would be this.
John clenched his teeth as Nathalia’s moans vibrated through her tongue, adding to the mix of sources for his ecstasy. Soon Nathalia also added her lips to the mix, although she could barely suck on more than half of his cockhead. The sloppy, soft, constricting, mixture of boob and blowjob continued for only a few more seconds before the underlying impulse of it all finally gained control. He grabbed her by the horns and held her as his hips shot forwards. Instinctively, her tongue slithered back, her lips formed a tight seal, and he came into her mouth.
Seed flooded her. A load bigger than the two previous, fuelled by his newly heightened Libido and the sheer sense of power he got from holding a dragoness by the horns. His mind was completely numb, overtaken by a thick sheet of white that drowned out anything else. His balls kept tightening again and again.
Only when his orgasm faded, did his reason restart. Hastily, he let go of her horns and fell back onto the throne. Pinching the bridge of his nose, realizing what he had done, he hoped only that he would not be punished too badly. He closed his eyes and just waited. From 5, he counted down. ‘Nothing?’ he thought.
Opening his eyes just a crack, then wide, he spotted the impossible sight of a flustered Nathalia. Sitting still before him, she was shifting in the very clear afterglow of an orgasm of her own. Her cheeks were reddened, turning the caramel of her skin into a livelier colour. She was glaring daggers at him, but the annoyance was secondary to the delight in her gaze. The dragoness was completely taken by the delicious taste of his cum, swirling it with her tongue the entire time she rode out the last of her spasms.
John, despite the ridiculousness of it all, could not help but feel that the blushing, upset, and fidgeting Nathalia was kind of cute. The way her shoulders quivered and even the careful way she scooped up the one drop of cum that had escaped her underlined that. The way she then licked her fingertips clean while giving him a cold shoulder also just made him wish he was in a position to tease her more.
‘Am I becoming a sexual bully?’ he asked himself while remembering how he got cute reactions out of Gnome. Having power and confidence awoke sides in him that he hadn’t known he had. He wondered just how far…
“Touch my horns again, Newman, and I will rip your hands off,” Nathalia’s promise grounded him back in reality.
“Understood,” he assured her immediately.
“Yes,” John agreed. Whatever Nathalia could want it was not as bad as letting Rave die or the even worse possibility of his rescue attempt failing and him dying alongside her.
“Very good. First, I need to increase the bond between you and that fire spirit of yours,” Nathalia rose from the water and commanded John to do the same.
By the time he had turned around Nathalia had already constructed a sort of throne and threw him a glance, the fire of lust in her eyes reignited. Well, it was never properly put out in the first place.
“Unlike a friend of mine, my magical skills are not high enough to manipulate somebody’s powers without a medium. You can offer me more of your blood or… another fluid of magical richness.” Nathalia showed him a crooked smile. “I am certain you will offer me the fluid to ingest.”
There was a choice here? He was not in such a hurry that he would go for the faster option, especially since this was already a shortcut to power. “I’ll offer my cum,” he said with a bit of a horny grin himself. Nodding approvingly, the redhead gestured for him to sit down. A moment later, she sought his lips in another kiss.
John’s cock dripped the first bit of precum. Even though Nathalia hadn’t touched him yet, the presence of her curves was enough to make his body ready. Nathalia’s tongue wrestled with his, her soft breaths and even softer breasts brushing against his chest.
The kiss broke with Nathalia getting on her knees. Any annoyance he had with the last situation he found himself in was washed away. He still wasn’t in control, but it certainly felt like it, sitting on the throne with the tall goddess on the floor. Hungrily, she licked her ruby lips.
She had specified ‘ingest’ and John was all too eager to find out what a slut of ten millennia could do with her tongue.
“I am wondering.” The last few scales and claws on her hands slowly vanished, leaving her truly naked. “You said you have a Stat named Libido and that you garner bonuses at a threshold of 25, have you crossed that threshold yet?”
“No,” John answered.
“Do it now then,” Nathalia demanded as her fingers wrapped around his cock. Each slow stroke caused more precum to leak out. Soon, it coated the length of his freshly bathed manhood and lubricated the dragoness’ fingers.
John groaned, resisting the idea as much as he could. “I need those points to…”
“You NEED whatever I can give you,” Nathalia interrupted both him and her hand job, leaving him wanton. The motionless grasp turned tighter. John remained adamant, causing the redhead to continue with words. “I am Nathalia, I get what I want, John Newman. You will raise your Libido or I will draw back from our little arrangement. How many points did you get from my power?”
“20 and I need 6. I understand, I will do it!” John caved in under the pleasure and the pressure from Nathalia’s burning eyes.
He quickly raised his Libido to 25 and while he was at it also spent the remaining 14 points on Endurance and Strength.
A wonderfully convenient get, even if utterly useless to his true goal in this grinding session. What was way less convenient was the rather sudden increase in sensitivity he experienced. He had been the victim of this feeling of heightened lust before, when the Slab of Horniness was active, just that it was now more intense and permanent.
Nathalia breathed in deeply and moaned, a delighted sound. “Your smell changed.” Her thumb rubbed the sensitive spot at the underside of his cock, until a fresh drop of precum oozed from the tip. Swiftly, she lapped it up. A deeply and pleasantly surprised hum reverberated from her throat. “Now this is unusual, even I haven’t come across men this tasty before.” Her fingers glided down to the base of his dick to keep it steady while Nathalia polished the entirety of his rod with her dragging tongue. After she had slathered each bit of him in her saliva, she continued, “Yes, you are truly delicious. Is this what you gained?”
“Y-yes, ah!” John answered between two gasps. Nathalia had playfully sucked the first centimetres of his dick into her mouth.
The nymphomaniac goddess released it again with a loud ‘pop’, “You are a truly fascinating mortal, we will have a lot of fun over the coming decades.”
“Decades?” John asked, his mind jumping back into reality for a moment. Nathalia did not make it easy for him to stay there, with skilled movements of her hand she kept stimulating his dick. If he hadn’t cum twice, he would have decorated her gorgeous features already.
“The stronger you humans get, the longer you live.” Nathalia said that as if it answered his question. “No more conversation. I want this cock in my throat, not words.”
An idea the Gamer could certainly get on board with. The wet lips of the dragoness enveloped the tip of his head again. Ruby red and soft, they formed a loose seal around the edge of his glans. Her tongue swirled around the engorged tip, before sinking deeper.
As expected, Nathalia was a masterful cocksucker. She knew and she visibly took pride in each groan she coaxed from him as she effortlessly took him all the way into her throat. There was not even a shiver of resistance from her body, while her neck bulged from his girth. Her tongue curved, pressing the lower half of his manhood against her palette. The seal of her lips tightened, until her cheeks hollowed into concave curves. Micro-movements kept the hot, stretched walls of her throat in constant, shifting movement.
Lewd slurping sounds accompanied her slow glide upwards. The vacuum grip of her lips broke, only to be reapplied immediately. Where the ruby ring receded, her hand took its place, the massage as skilled as the swirling of her tongue. No centimetre of his cock going without attention.
Throughout it all, she stared up at him. Glowing eyes, focused entirely on him. Even if there was no submission in them, the attentiveness was complete. For all her insistence on getting what she wanted, the dragoness knew to give as well. Soon, her tongue had found the most sensitive spots along his shaft, and pressed all of them as she glided back down.
The pace picked up immediately after her red lips met the base of his cock again. From exploring, to wild and needful. The pointy ears of the dragoness wiggled each time she milked another bit of precum from him. Each time she tasted him, she went a little quicker. The upgrade was every bit worth it in that moment.
The Gamer borderline lost all motor function. Gripping the armrests of the throne, slumped against the backrest, he felt like he was reduced to his manhood and the pair of eyes that watched what she was doing to him.
The rapid bobbing of her head made her wild mane sway. The enjoyment plainly written on her gorgeous face. Lips wrapped around his cock, she seemed like she was entirely in her element. Suddenly, she descended all the way and stayed there. The warmth enveloped him again. The contractions of her throat. The stare of her burning eyes.
‘I want this to be mine,’ John thought. A greedy thought, worthy of a dragon in and of itself. It was short-lived and replaced quickly by another impulse: to grab her by the horns and keep her pinned down. Just barely, he kept that under wraps.
Nathalia softly massaged his balls, while her neck gyrated in little circles. An unoccupied hand reached between her legs. Barely, the Gamer caught the creation of a smooth stone dildo, extended from the black ground. It matched his own cock in most details, he realized, before it was swallowed up by the redhead’s descending, smooth cunt.
Gliding back and forth between the real and the faux cock, Nathalia resumed sucking him off with all of the enthusiasm of a true nymphomaniac. Moans vibrated in her throat. She glided up far enough to take a breath, then was right back to working the length of his manhood.
John feasted on the up and down of her hips. Each time he got a view of her round ass mid motion was a little spike of lust. The tight lips and jiggling breasts did the rest to mesmerize him, particularly the latter. Perhaps it was because all of his current haremettes were on the petite side, but the D-cups kept him staring. Nathalia noticed. His cock popped free suddenly.
“Would you like me to use my breasts, John?” the dragoness asked in her husky voice, wearing a smile that wore her intention clearly.
This was all about hearing him. John would say exactly what she wanted to hear, “please, Nathalia, use your beautiful big breasts to make me cum.”
“Mhm, it takes the fun out of it if you do not beg,” she lamented as she rode the dildo, moaning deeply. A hand closed around his dick in an almost mindless gesture. “I wonder if I should really use them on somebody who is that eager,” she kept teasing.
“I beg you,” John whimpered, the beautiful firm mountains of flesh bounced with Nathalia’s hips, the way they jiggled only testimony to how soft he knew they were in his hands, how much better would they feel around his dick?
Nathalia kept grinning in silence, “How bad do you want it? Tell me, John Newman, how bad do you want to feel my breasts around your hard cock?”
“I want it more than anything else right now, please, I want to feel them wrapping around my dick, I want to feel how they jiggle around as you hold them there, as you bounce them up and down my shaft, while sucking my cock. Please use your tits,” he pleaded and, just when he reached the edge of how much he was willing to beg, finally was rewarded by Nathalia lowering her hands and straightening her back. Her hands squished her tits, the soft flesh was pressed around his dick from both sides, hiding much of it in her cleavage.
Nathalia shook her tits slowly. The smooth skin turned slippery from the abundant mixture of saliva and precum. John groaned, the sensation of a tit job not quite what he expected. The tightness was missing and even her breasts were not large enough to envelop all of him. It was pleasurable, absolutely, and a visual feast, but her throat had felt so much better.
In the midst of the realization, John was presented with a reminder that he was not interacting with a human here. Nathalia opened her lips wide, gooey strands connected the glistening red halves. Her tongue extended, then extended further, way past the limits of a human, until it had reached her cleavage and coiled around his cock. “Delishioush,” the dragoness moaned, the taste of his precum once more reaching her senses.
John was subjected to a wonderfully alien sensation. Her tongue laid in a tight spiral around his cock, massaging the length by coiling and stretching. Between the gaps, the soft heat of her tits pressed against him. It was every bit as wet as her throat, yet totally different. It was the kind of pleasure he could only have read or fantasized about, now caressing him in a very real embrace. If anything made the dangers of the Abyss worth it, it would be this.
John clenched his teeth as Nathalia’s moans vibrated through her tongue, adding to the mix of sources for his ecstasy. Soon Nathalia also added her lips to the mix, although she could barely suck on more than half of his cockhead. The sloppy, soft, constricting, mixture of boob and blowjob continued for only a few more seconds before the underlying impulse of it all finally gained control. He grabbed her by the horns and held her as his hips shot forwards. Instinctively, her tongue slithered back, her lips formed a tight seal, and he came into her mouth.
Seed flooded her. A load bigger than the two previous, fuelled by his newly heightened Libido and the sheer sense of power he got from holding a dragoness by the horns. His mind was completely numb, overtaken by a thick sheet of white that drowned out anything else. His balls kept tightening again and again.
Only when his orgasm faded, did his reason restart. Hastily, he let go of her horns and fell back onto the throne. Pinching the bridge of his nose, realizing what he had done, he hoped only that he would not be punished too badly. He closed his eyes and just waited. From 5, he counted down. ‘Nothing?’ he thought.
Opening his eyes just a crack, then wide, he spotted the impossible sight of a flustered Nathalia. Sitting still before him, she was shifting in the very clear afterglow of an orgasm of her own. Her cheeks were reddened, turning the caramel of her skin into a livelier colour. She was glaring daggers at him, but the annoyance was secondary to the delight in her gaze. The dragoness was completely taken by the delicious taste of his cum, swirling it with her tongue the entire time she rode out the last of her spasms.
John, despite the ridiculousness of it all, could not help but feel that the blushing, upset, and fidgeting Nathalia was kind of cute. The way her shoulders quivered and even the careful way she scooped up the one drop of cum that had escaped her underlined that. The way she then licked her fingertips clean while giving him a cold shoulder also just made him wish he was in a position to tease her more.
‘Am I becoming a sexual bully?’ he asked himself while remembering how he got cute reactions out of Gnome. Having power and confidence awoke sides in him that he hadn’t known he had. He wondered just how far…
“Touch my horns again, Newman, and I will rip your hands off,” Nathalia’s promise grounded him back in reality.
“Understood,” he assured her immediately.
