Chapter 1030 – Return of the Dragoness 2 – Immensely Underf*cked
Nathalia’s Sanctum was exactly like John remembered it: a massive lake of lava with islands of black and grey rock swimming on top. There were various structures around, porous chunks of rock that piled on into formations of caves and caverns that could distantly be described as houses. A crude tower in the distance twisted skywards, marking the centre of the barrier. Nothing, aside from that tower, was formed with lasting purpose in mind. Nathalia created and destroyed parts of her Sanctum as she needed them.
Despite the surroundings being dominated by incandescent, molten rock, John found it to be not that much hotter than the summer he had left behind. The Mandala Sphere hovered after him through the portal, he looked back to find his girlfriend waving at him. Multiple other gestures from the harem hurried him along in his departure.
The Gamer waved back and then started his way towards the central tower. If Nathalia was to be found anywhere, it would be there. It took him about ten minutes of running to get there.
He heard Nathalia before he saw her. Multiple walls of obsidian separated the base of the tower from the surrounding lava. The surfaces here had been smoothened, like expertly splintered flintstones (without the dangerous edges), making walking more pleasant. Although the ashen sky could still be seen through gaps between the walls, the thusly created corridors still blocked his vision. His ears, however, picked up on the sweet moans.
The dragoness’ voice was as distinct as ever. Deep, for a woman, throaty and a little bit raspy, enticing and naturally sultry, John chased after it. The deeper in he got, the more frequent and depraved the cries became. The Gamer kept moving through this maze, even leaping over walls to shorten the way where he could, wanting to be the source for those cries as quickly as possible.
He emerged in a circular clearing in the middle of the maze. The ground here was covered in a soft layer of some kind of grey grass, with a throne at the centre of it, in which the flame of destruction writhed.
She was every bit the woman he remembered.
Her light brown skin was currently clear of scales in its entirety. Smooth and taut, it glistened with the sweat of prolonged physical desires. Her left hand roughly played with her breasts, two globes of impressive size and crowned with pinkish brown nipples. Her right hand was placed between her wonderfully meaty thighs, middle and ring finger curved into her bare cunt. Her nicely defined midriff tensed, relaxed and quivered from the steady stream of pleasure her masturbation brought her.
John’s eyes greedily wandered up her hourglass figure, taking in the entirety of her body while he approached her. The orange gemstone above her sternum glowed with the same fiery orange as her long, wild hair. Three horns grew from her head, two from the sides, swinging backwards and then up towards the tips, segmented similarly to that of a goat. The third extended from her forehead and was a lot pointier. Her eyes, rings of incandescence that grew to a complete golden white in the middle, were surrounded by thick black lashes that eliminated any need to ever wear mascara. Underneath them and travelling down the sides of her face until it hit her jawline, were two symmetrical lines of small, stony scales, their gaps glowing with a soft orange.
Her incredibly gorgeous face made her seem not a day older than thirty, carrying both a mature aura and a complete lack of wrinkles of any kind. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips were agape, her long, elf-like ears and eyebrows twitched, and her nostrils flared. As she inhaled, she suddenly screamed and threw her head back. His scent, John realized, was overpowering her sex-deprived brain to such a degree that she didn’t even realize he was there.
Knowing exactly what she needed, John pressed the button that transferred his entire equipment into his inventory. Suddenly, there was movement, and he found himself on the ground, the dragoness on top of him, breathing heavily. Her depraved, flustered eyes looked him up and down, her pussy drooled on his erect cock, her entire body quivered with the need to drop down, and yet she remained where she was.
Her ruby red lips trembled. Whatever words she could even try to form in her current state, she failed. All that escaped her were gasps and sighs. “It’s me, Nathalia,” John assured her. He couldn’t help himself and put his hands on her thighs, grabbing the thickness with every intent to hold on. “The Horned Rat thinks I’m worthy of you now – do you agree?”
Acting purely on instinct, Nathalia bowed down to his neck. She took a deep inhale, practically screaming when the full intensity of his scent filled her lungs. Then she moved up, her long tongue leaving a hot trail on his skin. When she reached his lips, he was ready. The answer to his question was found in a blissful instant. Their lips found each other and her soaked pussy dropped down on his cock.
The memory of her hot, tight pussy did not compare to the reality of finally being inside her again. In one second, he was entirely enveloped by her quivering quim, his girthy shaft stretching it out and reaching the most ecstatic depths. Already, her love juices gushed and she screamed into their kiss with orgasmic vigour. The hands of the taller woman held his head. His wandered to her bubble butt, grasping it no less intensely than they had her thighs. They wildly made out, while she raised her ass – only to plunge back down.
His cock was almost out of her mouth when Nathalia’s arms suddenly wrapped around his hips. Her head slammed down to the base, the hug kept him in place, and her tongue slithered back to make her lips form a tight seal around his girth. Staying all the way down, only moving her head in small circles, she brought John over the edge.
His cum pumped down her eager throat to the renewed vigour of orgasmic screams. Her face and her thighs were drenched with the juices of their engagement and her whole body convulsed ecstatically with each rope of thick, fresh cum pumping down her gullet. Holding onto her horns was less a sign of domination in the intense moments of climax than it was the best shot John had at staying on his feet. Nathalia kept on sucking; her tongue managed to wrap around his shaft inside her mouth and continuously masturbated him while her hot throat reverberated around the upper half of his cock.
He had decided to disable the upper limit on his loads for this reunion, knowing that Nathalia would savour every drop of his seed that she could get. Still, what he gave her was beyond the average. Months of wishes for her return and her depraved need for sex turned him on to an insane degree. Her nose and the front of her third horn were both pressed against him, their bodies as close together as physics and pose allowed.
Slowly, the climax ebbed away. Nathalia’s tongue kept wringing every drop it could out of him. When there was nothing more to be found, she slowly pulled up. The sweet moans she let out in the process had a note of unwillingness. Likely, she didn’t want his cock to leave her body.
“More.” The dragoness stated in an absolute tone and suddenly shoved the Gamer. He landed in the throne, his pain resistance making that mode of movement more than bearable. Even if he had felt pain, it would have been immediately smothered out by the soft sensation wrapping around his cock. Cupping both of her sizable breasts, Nathalia almost fully enveloped his dick. She was just shy of the size necessary to make his girth entirely vanish. “I need more, John,” she moaned, completely entranced by his cock. “More of your seed. Cover all of me. Fill all of me!”
“You can have all that you want,” the Gamer assured her, before her tit job made him lose his voice for a moment. Heated and with an instinct honed over millennia, she massaged him with her squishy chest. The smooth, light brown skin slipped up and down over his shaft. Although it was lubricated enough already, drool steadily dripped from Nathalia’s tongue and made things extra slippery.
John put a hand on top of her head, clawed into her wild, orange glowing mane and enjoyed the warmth radiating from it. Her glistening tits, stained with saliva, precum and sweat, around his dick were a visual spectacle of the greatest variety. How they squished around it and under her fingers, how they jiggled while she moved up and with her entire body, and how her adjacent shoulders quivered as even this act was causing her immense pleasure.
Deciding to make her feel even better, John reached down with his free left and played with her nipples as she went up and down. “Yeessssss, touch meeeee,” the needy nymphomaniac gasped wantonly. Her actions slowed, allowing him to be more thorough in his caress of the crowns of her delectable chest. As if to compensate, her long tongue came into use again, coiling around his cock and all the way down to his balls.
Still, she massaged his length with her tits, letting him feel the squishy meat between the windings of her tongue and feast on the visual. “Faster,” he commanded her. Nathalia did know about the sexual power of his demands, but she had likely forgotten in her current state. When she obliged, the rewarding rush of pleasure coerced from her a surprised and satisfied shout. “Cum,” he commanded her right after, and her shout transformed into a prolonged scream. “Harder – cum!” he ordered again and again. “Cum! Cum! Cum!”
Despite the intensity of the experience he ordered her to have, Nathalia continued her tit job. Her eyes rolled up again. From another perspective, John could see a puddle of her love juices form under her round ass. He commanded her one final time, before his own balls tightened.
Cum gushed into the air and rained down on the debauched dragoness. Some of it she caught with her wide-open mouth, more of it covered her face, hair and tits. The intense white of his cum rose noticeably from her light brown skin, and Nathalia let out a deeply satisfied, quiet laughter while she was marked by his seed.
By the end of it, they had their first proper pause since starting. Nathalia’s eyes were still filled with the spark of lust, but they were no longer glassy. “You’re worthy,” she let him know what her actions had already stated outright.
Still, hearing it made John feel euphoric. “Fantastic.” He grinned from ear to ear. “We’re not done here though.”
Nathalia turned her head slightly to see Jack’s cock next to her face.
“I demand no less.”