The Milf's Dragon-Chapter 59. come inside me [18+]

The neon glow from the city skyline illuminated by the moon’s light, filtered through the curtains of Yuki’s cozy apartment, casting a soft blue hue over the living room. It was late night, the kind where the world outside hushed to a murmur, leaving only the intimate sounds of their evening

Owen sprawled across the old leather couch, with his wings tucked tight against his back so they wouldn’t knock over the lamp again.

His black-scaled tail tapped an impatient rhythm against the floorboards—had been doing so for the last hour. He wore nothing but loose sweatpants now, the waistband riding low on narrow hips, the faint glow of ember-like veins visible beneath the scales that patterned his chest and forearms.

Evolution had given him this body: tall, broad-shouldered, powerfully built, yet somehow still carrying the easy, boyish charm of the office worker he used to be. Tonight that charm was fraying at the edges. He had been half-hard since they had shared a bed earlier.

Yuki emerged from the kitchen carrying two more cold bottles of beer, her hips swaying ryhtimic way that always made his throat tighten.

Her silk robe slipped off one shoulder as she moved. Her full breasts that shifted heavily with each step, wide hips, thick thighs that rubbed together just enough to remind him how they felt wrapped around his waist the last time they had sex in drak’thar.

She dropped onto the couch beside him, closer than necessary, her thigh pressed to his. The delivery bag sat forgotten on the coffee table, empty wing bones and crumpled napkins the only evidence of the meal they’d barely tasted.

They had spent the last two hours eating slowly, feeding each other bites, licking sauce from fingers, trading glances that grew heavier with every passing minute. Neither had said it aloud, but the agreement was clear: tonight they were gonna do it.

She twisted the cap off her beer and offered him the first sip from the bottle. He drank with his eyes never leaving hers, then passed it back so she could do the same. When she tilted her head to swallow, the column of her throat worked and a single droplet escaped the corner of her mouth. Owen caught it with his thumb, then brought the pad to his own lips.

Yuki’s breath hitched. "You’ve been staring at me like that all night."

"Been wanting to do a lot more than stare," he answered with his voice low and rough. His tail curled around her ankle, smooth scales sliding up the inside of her calf in a slow, deliberate stroke.

"Then why are we still on the couch?" Yuki purred.

That was all it took.

Yuki surged forward, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. The robe parted completely as she settled, bare pussy pressing hot and slick against the rigid length of his dick still trapped in his sweatpants.

Owen groaned at the contact, his hands flying to her hips, with his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her butt. Their mouths crashed together, teeth and tongue and the lingering taste of hot sauce.

She rocked against him, grinding down hard enough to make him swear under his breath. His dick throbbed, the ridged underside already leaking through the fabric of his sweatpants.

Yuki broke the kiss. She dragged her nails down his chest, following the patterns of his muscles, then leaned in to bite the spot where his neck met his shoulder. Owen’s tail lashed once, hard, before wrapping around her waist, holding her flush against him.

"Bedroom," she gasped. "Now."

He stood with her still wrapped around him and carried her down the short hall. She kept kissing him the whole way, messy and desperate, her fingers tangled in his hair.

When they reached the bed he dropped her onto the mattress; she bounced once, her robe falling completely open, with her legs spreading wide instinctively.

Owen paused at the foot of the bed just to look.

Yuki laid there, her chest heaving, her inverted nipples already tight peaks, her pussy visibly swollen and leaking juices. She reached down and spread herself with two fingers, showing him how wet she was, how ready. "I’ve been dripping since the wings got here," she said, voice thick. "Every time you flicked sauce off your fingers with that tongue I wanted to climb onto your face."

"Fuck, Yuki." His sweatpants hit the floor. His dick sprang free, heavy, thick, pulsing with thick veins. He stroked himself once, twice, then his eyes locked on her open cunt.

She crooked a finger. "Come here and fuck me like you’ve been dying to."

He crawled onto the bed, caging her with his arms and wings. The first thrust was slow—agonizingly slow—because he wanted to feel every inch of her stretch around him.

Yuki’s head fell back on a long moan as the ridges dragged along her walls. Then he pushed his dick in deep causing her to clench hard enough to make his vision spark.

"Move," she demanded.

And He did.

The pace started hard and fast—no warm-up, no teasing. Just the wet slap of skin, the creak of the bedframe, her gasping cries every time he bottomed out and ground the base of his dick against her clit.

His tail coiled around one thigh, spreading her wider; the tip found her nipple and flicked it in time with his thrusts. Yuki’s hands scrabbled at his back, nails catching on scales, urging him deeper, harder.

"God—yes—right there—" She arched, her breasts bouncing with every punishing stroke.

Owen hooked one of her legs over his elbow, changing the angle so the ridges raked her front wall on every withdrawal. She keened, loud and broken.

He felt her first orgasm building in the way her thighs trembled, the way her pussy fluttered and gripped harder. "I’m almost thereeee—Oweeeeen—don’t you dare stop—uhhn!!!"

He didn’t. He fucked her through it, relentless, growling against her throat as she came, her pussy walls pulsing, juices gushing around his dick and soaking his balls.

The sight and feel of her climax nearly made him cum too, but he gritted his teeth and kept going.

When her tremors eased he pulled out slowly, watching the way her pussy clung to him, reluctant to let go. Cum and her juices glistened on his dick. Yuki whimpered at the emptiness.

"Turn over," he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, rolling onto her stomach and lifting her hips, knees spread wide. Owen gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her open so he could see everything: swollen folds, dripping entrance, the faint quiver of aftershocks. He lined up and sank back in with one long, deep stroke.

This angle let him go deeper. Yuki buried her face in the pillow and moaned, long and muffled. He set a brutal rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming home, his balls slapping her clit. His tail slithered beneath her, coiling around one breast, the scaled tip circling and pinching her nipple while the thicker part squeezed the soft globe.

"Oweeennn—your tail—" she panted. "It’s—oh god—"

He reached around with one hand and found her clit, rubbing fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation had her shaking again within minutes. "Again," he growled against her ear. "Come on my dick again. I want to feel it."

She did, harder this time, her body locking up, a silent scream trapped in her throat as she squirted around him, soaking the sheets. Owen groaned, his hips stuttering, but he forced himself to keep moving, drawing it out until she was whimpering from overstimulation.

Only then did he let himself chase his own release.

He straightened up, his hands bruising her hips, his tail still wrapped around her breast. Thrusts turned short and punishing, chasing that edge. "Where?" he managed.

"Inside—please—fill me—"

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a suffocating sound that was half growl, half moan. Pulse after pulse jizzed deep, overflowing cum dripping down her thighs. He kept rocking through it, grinding, until every last drop was inside her.

They collapsed together, Owen blanketing her back, his wings half-unfurled, tail finally going lax across her breasts. His cock was still buried in her, softening slowly. Neither moved to pull away.

After long minutes Yuki turned her head to find his mouth for a lazy, sated kiss.

Then squeezed around him just to feel him twitch. "Round two after a shower?"

His tail gave a lazy flick against her nipple. "Give me five minutes."

She laughed, soft and warm as they laid there tangled and sticky, the city lights flickering through the windows across their sweat-slick skin, already counting down the seconds until they could start again.