DILF Lover Extraordinaire

Burning Spice was beyond pissed. Finally reunited with their spouse after everything he had gone through that day alone— He had fully intended to carry them back to his temple and reclaim lost time and remind them of their place. Instead that monster which even Shadow Milk had struggled with decided to interrupt and snatch you away. His axe destroyed more and more of the orbs. It was not enough to satisfy him. He needed you; only you. Flames burned everything around him as his frustration hit a fever pitch. Golden Cheese watched this tantrum in a bit of amusement from above.

Silent Salt clutched the hilt of his blade even tighter. His heart ached. Never once had his heart swayed from you— the one who showed him kindness so endlessly. You were his only comfort in his endless responsibility. While he was accepting that you had found another, his concern was that the monster may be in league with the one causing all this destruction and pain. He would retrieve you from the dragon and keep you safe at his side as was long his vows in centuries past.

Eternal Sugar felt tears burning her eyes. Dragons were such dangerous creatures... You were in much danger so far away from the safety and peace of her garden. It was where you belonged... Where you could be safe in her arms and enjoy your days in a delightful lull. Instead, you ran to the arms of a dragon. Had you been trapped and broken by the monster? She felt herself regain her posture. Wiping away her tears, she felt rage burning inside. She would keep you safe—!

Shadow Milk had a thousand questions. Why deceive him?! You were his most precious student in the past and his lover. You were clutched tighter to him as he debated the next course of action. That Ivory Dragon was of the most concern, yet that violet one left him the most upset. Daring to touch his marionette and likely take them from his stage! His gaze landed on your quivering form. He had all the time needed here, at least. You two were long due for a conference, after all.

However, you hardly expected to see a giant, terrifying dragon spewing unending flames upon the earth while two armies attempted to combat them. The voice was familiar— you had to hold Snapdragon tighter as they called out in Dragontongue. This made the giant beast freeze for a moment. Your eyes were wide while clutching them. They called out again. The dragon paused. Then, seemingly, its mindless rage subsided. It rested upon the ground and gazed at you both.

You bravely let Snapdragon go as they rushed over to press their forehead to the Dragon's snout. A huff came from them.

“... What wasss I doing," Pitaya seemed to return to their sense yet groaned in pain, “No—! Sssilence!!! Leave my mate out of thisss—!” They reacted strangely, making you rush forward and pull the hatchling away. Their gaze was confusing until a bright light overcame them and scorching flames burned away their massive form.

A familiar shape stood defensively before you and Snapdragon, hissing and growling. A blob of something was a mess on the ground. “To let sssuch a thing control me,” Pitaya was pissed, “To attempt to make me ssslay my own mate!” Fire began to smoulder around them. You clutched Snapdragon to your chest and hid their eyes.

Fire scorched where the blob had been, leaving nothing but ash. Hollyberry stood in shock. Dark Cacao blinked a few times. An unknown group of four strange people watched in various states of emotion. Pitaya then turned to you, entirely ignoring everyone else. Picking up Snapdragon, they pecked a kiss to the hatchling's head.

“Thank you for helping me regain my sssenssses,” they spoke softly before looking at you, “… Asss much asss I want to dessstroy all mortalsss... I'd rather jussst go ressst with you.” They stepped towards you and brought an arm around your shoulder. “I'm leaving,” they announced to everyone watching. You were then given Snapdragon before being snatched by the dragon and flown away. They all stood in shock.

Ananas Dragon | Silent Salt

And, you, a retired medic of the Kala Namak order felt panicked. Ananas had come, no doubt wishing to retrieve you after you had snuck away to join this fray. You held a sabre and shifted near your previous Lord Commander. He stood you behind him, Soul Jam shining. You watched as he took out Dragon Orb after Dragon Orb. Healing him, you focused on making sure he would survive. Pitifully, your heart almost certainly was drawn forth by him. Yet, the Golden Dragon's spied you at long last. Their true form was shed as they crashed onto the earth.

Instantly, Silent Salt directed his sword toward the dragon. You panicked.

"You dare point such a weapon at me while so close to my mate?" their haughty voice carried forth with a scoff, "You have no pride." Their words angered Silent Salt. You acted quickly, wrapping your arms around him. He paused. Ananas's eyes shot wide. "... What... are you doing!?" They stomped their foot, "First, you sneak from my island to fight in this war when I demanded you stay in my nest!" They rose their staff to shift the earth beneath your feet. "Now I find you clinging to someone else!?"

Before you could be tossed by the land, Silent Salt rushed to retrieve you and held you to his side. The haunting flames of his armour burned brighter. "... I know I long forfeited your heart," he mumbled, "But, I still find myself desperate for you." You felt your cheeks burn. How many centuries had you longed to hear that? Ananas hissed.

"Who are you!?" They demanded, "Hand them over before Longan kills them!"

"... I am a wretched ghost," his voice was low, "But, at one time, I was the husband of them." Ananas tensed. Their slit pupils needle thin. A roar came forth and the earth shifted. In an instant, a crater became reality. You clutched tighter onto him as you both slide along the sides. Desperately, you needed to soothe the tension. "Do you not stand with the being causing this?" Silent Salt let you go, "For all I know, handing them to you may bring their death, too."

Ananas was offended. All four of their wings spread out. You sucked in a breath. Stepping between the dragon and the knight, you yelled out that this was not the time for this. However, Ananas immediately took the opportunity to scoop you into their arms. Clutching you tightly, they flew into the air. They were clearly far more anxious than you had ever seen.

"... We may discuss that later," they glared at the ground where Silent Salt stood shaking, "You must be returned to Pineapple Island at once." You glanced back yourself. A single hand reached up for you. Your heart ached.

There would be a decision you would need to make soon.

Pitaya Dragon | Burning Spice

One of those terrifying Orbs appeared before you. The following second, you froze in spot, unable to move. Was this the end? How long had you lived at this point? Your eyes shifted to a bright shield on the battlefield. If only you could scream for her aid... Your body felt heavier...

Then, before you blurring vision an axe swung. The Orb fell. Red blurred with metallic grey, but vicious grin was ever-present on his lips. As more dared grow closer to you, his axe came down again and again. You debated running. It was hardly the time for you to face that ghost of your past. Though, you were thankful he seemed to still care enough for you to save your life.

A red and green form crashed from the skies, injured and panting, but alive.

"That'sss not that damn clown," the dragon hissed and turned their head to you, "Hollyberry promisssed to keep you sssafe—" Before their rant could continue, an axe swung forth to them. You moved aside. Pitaya was shocked.

"Hahah, this is the lizard I heard you had taken to," Burning Spice directed his gaze towards you, "You have a draw for destruction still!" Pitaya narrowed their eyes, raising their sword. Taking their true form was impossible and with Longan becoming a surprise feature... This needed to be handled quickly. You shouted that you did not. This only made the fire in the Beast's eyes burn hotter. "After all this time, you try to pretend you did not ravage cultures at my side!" He laughed and rushed toward you, axe raised. You moved to reach for your own weapon.

The hit never came. Wings spread out and fire spewed around both. "Leave my mate be!" Pitaya growled and managed to knock him back, "Thisss isss no typical mortal either... The beassstsss again..."

Burning Spice regained his footing quickly and clashed his axe against Pitaya's sword repeatedly. "Mate!? You think you have any claim to my spouse!?" Rage emanated from the fallen Virtue. The battle grew far too intense; both were weakened from previous battles, yet passion burned inside them in a way that would make a certain hero blush. It was hot and fierce.

In the midst of that, you jumped at the appearance of another orb. You were petrified again. No—! Those two were locked in battle to pay attention to you. You tried to scream. Yet, a spear flying through to destroy the orb finally brought their attention back to you. Burning Spice whipped his head to the Golden Goddess. Pitaya took the opportunity to rush and sweep you up. Their wings spread wide as they rushed into the sky.

"I don't even want to know," Pitaya panted as they watched the Beast grow surrounded by orbs, "We need to return my nessst... I need to recover to fight Longan." You just nodded.

Though, you found yourself thinking of your unlikely hero. You should ask Hollyberry about her sometime.

Lotus Dragon | Eternal Sugar

You looked around desperately for the woman who had saved you from that nightmare you had never hoped to see again. There was little time for you to flee this battlefield, having been pulled from that supposed paradise to it. You searched any place to hide, seeing the massive Ivory Dragon in the sky. Yet, your mad dash was interrupted by one of those terrifying orbs. You tensed. There was hardly any time to react before your body was petrified. To die here, so far from your home...

"My poor darling~" a floaty voice spoke. The orb was encased in something sugary. Fluttering wings surrounded you as arms wrapped around your frame. You were lifted from the ground into a sickeningly sweet embrace. "I was worried about you," Eternal Sugar rubbed her cheek against your head, "Now, I should return you to the garden before this gets any more dangerous for you..." You struggled desperately. That was worse than dying here—!

"Ah, might I suggest returning them to my palace instead," a familiar voice called out. Water fluttered up and struck the Beast, who only clung to you tighter. Eternal Sugar's expression went from the gentle facade to something terrifying.

"Return my dear heart to the arms of a monster?" she began to giggle, her hold becoming painfully tight. Her eyes glared down at the being who dared try to claim what was long hers. Oh, how distressed she had been to hear her precious escaped the garden and fled to some vicious creature while she had been sealed! The Beast simply knew she needed to return you to her paradise. No dragon could reach it, after all. Especially one without wings.

"My mate has long abandoned whatever semblance of a relationship they once had with you," Lotus sighed and strummed their liuqin. More water rushed up. "I am not asking," the dragon hardly felt it was safe to leave you anywhere away from the protection. Plus, Lychee had been so kind to help them find you. Eternal Sugar screamed at the influx of water around her, soaking her wings. She fell from the sky, clutching onto you tightly. The position was shifted where she would hit the ground first— unconsciously protecting you.

As soon as you both did, you rushed to your feet and behind Lotus. The dragon sighed at your presence back where it belonged. Eternal Sugar struggled back to her feet. She began to pluck at her lyre. But, this was interrupted by an influx of orbs around her. She screamed once more and focused her attention on them. Lotus lead you away.

"... I do wonder if Lychee might be so kind to fly us to the sea," they sighed and brought their arm around you, "Are you well? I hardly predicted this to occur..." They glanced up at the dragon in the sky. "Were all our mates here? Lychee, too, seemed in quite a rush."

Together, you would both have to find a way back to the Lotus Paradise.

Lychee Dragon | Shadow Milk

Was this the end? You had become separated from the paladins. Your research into life energy had brought you to a certain republic, which then brought you here. It was a bit too much. You ended up aiding healers, but there was a terrifying feeling in your chest when you had first ridden in that airship. To think your Fount had become that. You felt upset just thinking about it. Not that you had time to think about it—not with these orbs. It did not matter how many you brought down; more simply seemed to appear.

“Kyahaha! I knew you'd need me,” a pitchy voice called out. A sudden burst of energy made the orb explode. Arms wrapped around you and lifted you into the air. “Found you,” they pressed you to their body as they looked around, “Didn't think Longan would be doing all this that soon. Why are you here anyways!?” They pouted at you. “You promised that you would be back a month ago! I got worried,” they flew you up from the battlefield. This was the Longan they were always talking about!? You shivered. This… was not good at all.

“Well, we better get back to the island,” they opted to ignore whatever was happening, “Oh?!” They gasped. Your eyes went to where their gaze locked onto. A fuming figure floated directly in the path the dragon had been following.

"What's this?" Shadow Milk looked you both up and down before grumbling, "Another over-sized lizard? Taking my marionette?" You tensed. He had seen you, and he recognised you. "I'm not really in the mood for any games— Especially after what has all happened today," blue strings seemed to descend from nowhere, "So, hand them over." Lychee tensed. They were holding you so going into their true form would be difficult without dropping you.

"Give you my mate?" Lychee was offended, "Nuh-uh! If you don't want to become food for my lovely monsters, then get out of my way!" You felt a bit stricken. If that was the Longan they spoke so happily about, then you felt concerned about what your future might be. Shadow Milk really was not a better option either. Lychee at least claimed they liked you, what with constantly proclaiming you their mate and being impressed you resist their charm magic.

Shadow Milk cackled and let his strings lose. Lychee unconsciously dropped you to dodge them. Strings shot for you, capturing you and bringing you to him. You clung to Shadow Milk. Your heart was pounding in your chest. "Show's over," he announced and opened a portal to his other realm, "Until next time... Not!" He floated in with you. Lychee let out a scream and flew towards the portal as it sealed. They stared in shock.

Arms locked around your waist. Mismatched eyes gazed into your own.

"... For some reason I felt like I was dealing with Candy Apple," he sounded exhausted, "More lizards to handle. Wonderful."

You had no idea what was to follow.

Longan Dragon | Mystic Flour

The very being that had caused this chaos landed before you. The Cacaoian warriors around you had been petrified. The blade in your hands trembled. They gazed at you with their terrifying form before shifting into something more approachable. Still, they were tall and glowered down upon you. Floating far too close, they reached a hand to cup your cheek. You trembled. What... was this? The blade in your hands was easily knocked away.

"Found you," they spoke with a voice that instantly commanded respect, "I foresaw this, yet I wished to be mistaken." You tried to pull away. They grasped your shoulder to hold you still. "What has happened to you?" They asked, "You reek of mortals yet also your own scent." You shook your head and shouted that they were not making sense. A left them. They moved to pull you closer, yet you felt a chill run down your spine.

"Unhand my disciple," a voice that was soft with little emotion, "... I care not of your desires. They must ascend at my side." Her dark sclera were divided by slits of white. She was weakened— hair undone and veil fallen down to her sides. Her expression was oddly determined, betraying her supposed enlightenment. The dragon glared. Those orbs floated towards her. You panicked— as much as you wished to avoid her, you hardly wanted her dead! Struggling against them, you were held tighter.

"... Silence," the dragon spoken plainly, "The only ascension they will obtain is reclamation of their true form." The eyes went to attack. Mystic Flour gazed around before disappearing into her fog.

"... I will return for you," a promise echoed in the void where she once was. Before you could question anything else, a sword swung down, making the dragon release you.

"Foul beast!" A deep voice boomed, "Undo this curse upon my warriors and do not lay another hand upon my spouse!" Dark Cacao had finally arrived. You panicked as the eyes moved towards him. As you knelt to grab a sword, however, ethereal arms claimed you and pulled you into a thick fog.

"Just forget this all," Mystic Flour spoke, "Let your heart grow light and embrace apathy."

It must have been the rush of adrenaline that coursed through him after he overcame the Beast of Apathy.

His return to his kingdom was met with cheer and joy; something so sparingly common in the Citadel. The pale ailment was overcome and his people, alongside all of the world, were safe. It had been a time when the kingdom came together. Food was an allowed indulgence, and perhaps even something sweet. Juice, too, had flown.

It was with a pleasant buzz that his attention landed upon the one who had worried him most— his beloved. You were well once more, not bending to the will of Mystic Flour. The festivities had been attended by you, but there was still an air of something sombre to your character. Dark Cacao was no fool as to what it was. He carried himself to your side and provided a physical comfort that you seemingly needed.

When all came to an end, you both retired to your shared bedchamber.

He watched as you began to strip away your layers of clothing for the celebration. Hands gently undoing the goreum and moving elsewhere. Something of the image coursed through his mind. He had himself began to take off the layers and leave himself closer to bare. How long had it been since he appreciated your beauty? He had been lost in his own fog for so long.

Stepping forward, his hands captured your own. They were far smaller than his and less scarred. You paused as he brought them to his lips to press a soft kiss to the flesh. His indigo eyes burned with a strong passion— perhaps a side effect of the juice provided by his dear friend. His hands travelled to instead grasp your hips, pressing your body to his own. You froze, staring up at him with large eyes. Dark Cacao was never overly affectionate. Of course, he cared, but to be so forward was quite rare.

“My love,” his voice was a low rumble, “May I once more show my affection for you?” The question posed almost seemed innocent. Your heart raced. You knew the undertone. It was no simple request to cling to you or gently hold you. A nod was your response, bringing your arms to wrap around his shoulders. He tightened his hold on your waist. “You are truly a wonderful monarch,” he whispered, almost afraid his voice might be too loud, “You have the patience and kindness that I lack at times.”

You both moved to the bedding, laying across the mat and feeling the warmth of the floor. The cold winds of the Great Icing Ridge felt eons away. Dark Cacao allows his hands to trail up your body, undoing the last of your layers and leaving your form bare before his eyes. Not daring to deny himself, he leaned in to press his lips along your flesh. How could he have been so blind for so long? You let out a soft moan when he dared nibble at your collar bone.

He pulled away to gaze into your eyes once more. His heart raced. The resolution that bloomed in his soul was reinforced. Shrugging off his robes, he removed his bottoms just as quick. He, too, would be bare for your eyes. His chiselled form was almost carved from the blackstone of the mountains he governed. Scars littered his flesh, while tense muscle reflected the discipline he expected of himself. Your hand daring press to him and gently draw a line along a familiar slash across his abdomen. A shaky breath left you. He shook his head.

“Think not of that,” he mumbled, grasping your chin to force your eyes away, “Let me take your mind from it.” His lips pressed to your own, moving in a careful sync. The sour flavour of the berry juice was on his tongue as it drew yours into his mouth. You moaned again. His calloused hands grasped your hips. He ground his hips against your own. The pleasure was maddening to him.

How long had it been? You had been at his side this entire time. He listened to your soft sounds before pulling away to remove the only thing obscuring his cock from the world. He groaned, a powerful sound, as it sprung free. Your eyes were immediately upon it. Gently bringing a hand to pump him, he felt himself unconsciously thrust into your grip. This continued until he stood fully erect. He caught your wrist and pulled your hand away.

Pulling off your undergarments, he let himself stare as you had. Wetness clung to your inner thighs. He brought himself closer to your folds, using his thumbs to reveal your pussy to his gaze. Leaning in, his lips took your clit between them. The shocked sound you made went right to his cock. Wonderful… He moved to press a finger inside before pushing in another. They worked to prepare you, knowing it had been too long since you knew each other's bodies last. You cried out, bringing a hand to tangle into his dark strands. He kept up his actions, circling the little nub with his tongue and curling his fingers where he knew your body was most sensitive.

His eyes watched your expression twist. He kept his ministrations until you pulled at his hair and bucked your hips up against him. Fluid gushed around his fingers. He only removed himself then, satisfied to know he brought you to such pleasure. Yet, as a man seeking balance, he knew better than to stop it here.

Grasping his cock, he took your thighs with his other hand and put your leg over his shoulder. He positioned himself carefully, glancing at your face. There was a loving smile on your lips as you gave a curt nod. He was not a man of words but a man of actions, and you knew that. Pushing himself inside your warmth, he allowed himself to groan. His hand planted itself beside your shoulder as he bottomed out. You surrounded him.

“There is no greater warmth than…” he sucked in a breath, “Than what you provide.” Your hand shifted to hold his own, interlocking your fingers together. He stared in silence at that. Then, he drew back his hips to only force his cock to spear you open once more. Your grip on his hand tightened. Immediately, he found a pace— much like him, it was harsh and unwavering. You cried out his name as he rammed the head of his cock against your cervix. Over and over, he targeted such a place until you came once more. Your sounds were so wonderful. He increased his speed until he felt his own strength wavering.

Burying himself to the hilt, he allowed himself to cum. You whined at the sudden heat inside. He leaned in to peck your temple. Your other arm went around his neck to hold him there. He let himself rest, but did not dare to put his full weight onto you. Instead, he manoeuvred himself and you onto your sides. Clutching your body to his, Dark Cacao let out a sigh.

He was home. You were safe.

A soft request came from you in that quiet moment.

His heart raced at it. Immediately, he wished to deny it.

But… For you.

“If that's what you desire,” he spoke lowly, “Then we shall try for another.”

Then he paused and thought for a moment.

“Our son may even be happy to find he has become an older brother.”

Longan spent much time lost in contemplation.

Time was a transient thing that they often failed to care for, yet upon reflection of their time spent slumbering, they felt hollow.

In dragon courtship, to find a mate was a celebrated, eternal thing. They had long since accepted one as their other half; one just as powerful as them. The time spent together was something of a paradise to the Ivory Dragon. Their long body coiled around their mate's own. The scent of them stinging their nose. Occasionally, they would even share meals together— trying to further impress the other with larger and larger prey. They had also cared for hatchlings together. An orphaned egg became something of their own. The violet hatchling nuzzled into their mate's side and making a pitiful sound.

Had their mate been lonely? Longan regretted not dragging them to the depths of the sea to slumber at their side.

Clearly, this weak, mortal world had been too much for them to bear. Something must have snapped within them.

Their eyes observed them in their mortal form. Those around may have only seen the casing that contained the spirit, but Longan saw exactly what they needed to. Their very being called to them— their mate; a dragon.

Without hesitating, Longan had swept in to take you away. The pitiful life you had taken up was irrelevant to them. They had awoken and would call forth the age of dragons. You would be at their side once more and returned to your former glory. Your cries when brought into the air hardly registered. The feeling of your being within their hold was everything. They flew back to their palace, gently lying you on the floor of their nest.

You gazed at them in shock, watching their weak form in curiosity. Were you, too, in shock over such a form? Their true form was far more powerful. They knelt, letting you see them closer. Their scent would call to you, and their spirit would be known to you. Your mate was before you; the Ivory Dragon had returned. They spoke your name like a reverent plea, desperation to feel your touch once more. It was something they hardly expected to miss so entirely.

Instead, you asked a strange question.

Why?

Longan blinked.

What a strange question. Why? Why what? They leaned closer to your face, eyes staring deeply into your own. That gaze of yours… It held many things. Confusion. Why were you confused? Their awakening may have been sudden, but it was not something that you should have feared. You leaned back from them, scrambling to get away from their position.

“Have you forgotten?” the question was a rumble in the air— like a threat of thunder in a harsh storm. You shuddered. Still, there was confusion. It must be so. To think their mate had been stricken with such an infliction. Longan would mend it. Their clawed hand came forth to cup your cheek. Ozone reeked in the air. The pressure of their control suffocating. “I see… Do not fear, my mate,” they tenderly brought their thumb to swipe across your cheek, a strange touch, “I will aid you. The weak one's must have caused this… They will regret doing such a thing.”

Bringing their face far too close to your own, they took in your mortal form. Soft… Fragile… It did stir something protective in them, but only because it was you. Their mate was unwell, and it was natural for them to desire to protect them in this troubling time.

They embrace you, holding you to them tightly. Their robes were ruffled by this. You shivered. You looked so fragile without even horns to defend yourself. Such a fragile frame… They felt something stir inside them at your familiar scent. Longing. Desperation. So many things. They had much to restore.

You should be first, naturally.

“My mate,” they rasped suddenly. Desire. It was a powerful thing. You were pressed into the soft padding of their nest. This feeling entered them in waves. Far too powerful. You seemed confused. They wished to laugh at that. Had you even forgotten such things? “Do you not feel this desire?” They asked, “Have you forgotten indulgence?” Your strange attire was just in the way. They tore it with their claws. Better vestments would be provided later.

Your body trembled. It was far more unfamiliar than they last recalled. Hands drew down your sides before going back up. They flesh was soft, lacking any protection of scales. Longan worried about your safety now. You had to be restored quickly. A cry left you when they swiped their thumb over a part of your chest.

They shifted their attention between your legs. This was not so different… A finger pressed between the folds and split it open. No, it was really not so different at all. Leaning in, they allowed their long tongue to travel out and dare a taste. The flavour was truly much the same. Comforting. Still theirs. They swirled a certain swelling nub with careful attention as their hand went down to press a digit inside of you. Warmth. The warmth was unfamiliar. Not unwelcome, however.

Cries and whines came from your mouth, babbled pleas that Longan hardly cared to process. Their attention was solely on fulfilling this desire. It would become a problem should they ignore it, and it might help you recall fully. Another digit joined the first, splitting and curling inside while feeling the soft walls. They could feel this desire culminating— your cries grew more desperate when they pressed to a certain spot. They lavished it with attention alongside your clit until you released. Devouring the nectar like they had been starved, they shifted. The position.

Your chest heaved up and down with air. Were you closer to recalling? Perhaps. Their hands came to undo their robes and armour, stripping themself bare before your eyes. Grey flesh was before your vision, hardened with lean muscle to reflect their elegant strength. Your breath hitched. Travelling downward, two golden appendages exposed themselves from a slit in their lower body.

“Do you remember?” They asked, taking a thigh into their hand, “We spent many mating seasons together.” They pressed one of the length between your folds, lathering their fluids with your own. “Your body still craves mine,” they noted, “It remembers even if you do not.” Positioning themself, you felt the acuminated head press inside. The stretch was a feeling you could not describe. They were lost in the feeling of your body. The warmth… A growl left their throat when they finally bottomed out. Ridges were all down their cocks.

Their upper cock laid atop your abdomen, rubbing against your clit. They held still for a moment, observing you once more. You felt grateful, as they were far larger than any other you may or may not have known. This was but a fleeting thing, as they soon retracted their hips, forcing the ribbed sides to rub against your walls. They followed this by thrusting back inside. Your body shook in pleasure.

Longan panted, feeling the years of their slumber bleeding into pure desire. Their mate… Before them once more. “Indulge, remember,” they commanded before settling into a harsh pace. You cried out as your body was utterly claimed by the Ivory Dragon. Their upper cock rubbed against your clit while the lower stimulated your insides so well. Longan refused to show mercy, reflecting their terrifying nature in how they claimed you. It was no long until you came once more, but they showed little signs of wavering. They continued to thrust. You could only lay there while they got their fill.

You came again and again by them, falling into the still madness of overstimulation as they continued their plunder. It was their cock ramming in your cervix that gave you pause. They continued, drawing out another orgasm before they finally dared show any signs that they were close. Fluid sprayed across your abdomen and deep inside when they stilled. You whined at the feeling. Longan sucked in harsh breaths before removing themself from you. Their lengths slowly retracted back into the slit, and they began to dress themself once more. You laid still, covered in cum and thoroughly exhausted.

“… I will have a servant draw a bath,” they spoke, gazing at you with something far too affectionate for what they put you through, “Did you recall anything?” You shook your head. They sighed. It seemed there was still much to do. Approaching you, they leaned in to press a shockingly tender kiss to your head. “Rest and recover,” they whispered into your ear, “All you need to think of is reclaiming your true form.”

You could tell this situation would become far messier than it already was.