Yukino's entire body tensed as her muscles coiled in anticipation. She couldn't even focus on the scorching draconic head in her mouth anymore; she arched her back, biting her lip as her eyes clouded with a hazy, watery glaze.
"Nngh... ahh!~~"
Thirty seconds later, she finally went limp, letting out a long, shuddering moan before collapsing onto Alistair's thighs, gasping for breath. Alistair smacked his lips, withdrawing his tongue from her succulent folds.
"Tastes quite good, but you weren't focused enough, Yukino," Alistair teased, looking down at her. He hadn't even reached his peak yet, while she had already been sent soaring to the clouds by his tongue alone.
"Mmm..."
Hearing his challenge, Yukino turned her head and answered with action. She began to lick the side of the 'Lava Dragon,' her hand gripping the base as she started a vigorous up-and-down motion. Alistair watched her competitive streak ignite and didn't say another word. Instead, he reached down to flick her clitoris, making her writhe. In retaliation, she clamped her legs around his head, rubbing his face with her soft, powerful thighs.
"Eek!"
Yukino let out a sudden yelp. He had taken her 'little pearl' into his mouth, rubbing it repeatedly with his rough tongue. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, forcing a high-pitched scream from her throat.
"Alistair~ Stop~ I'm going to break!~"
She gripped his 'Lava Dragon' for support, her hot breath hitching against the dragon-head, causing the massive organ to throb in response.
"Mmph!"
While she was still reeling from the friction of his tongue, Alistair suddenly grabbed her jaw and pulled her down, forcing the thick head of his cock deep into her mouth until she was completely stuffed.
"Mmm-ph, wuu..."
She let out muffled protests, her mouth stretched to its limit. Alistair's movements were slightly rough but controlled; he wasn't hurting her, just catching her off guard with his dominance. He chuckled and gave a wicked thrust of his hips, pushing the dragon-head toward the back of her throat, making her gag.
"Cough, cough..."
Yukino spat him out, looking at him with resentful, teary eyes. Alistair, feeling a bit guilty, looked away and buried his face between her legs to drink more of her 'water.'
Yukino wasn't finished, however. Enduring the assault of his nimble tongue, she flipped over to face him directly.
"Yukino?" Alistair watched her. Her face was flushed, yet she was trying to maintain a look of stern determination. It was adorable.
She reached out, grabbed his shoulders, and lined up her wet entrance with the 'Lava Dragon' before sitting down with a heavy, singular motion.
"Oh... wow..."
Yukino left no room for hesitation, completely swallowing the length of his cock into her dripping sanctum. Since Alistair was currently in his human form, the size was manageable—barely. Unlike her skin, her insides weren't cool; they weren't just warm either, but carried a distinct, radiating heat that felt incredibly snug.
Of course, compared to his 'Lava Dragon,' she was still the cooler one. The cock felt like a branding iron inside her, its sheer heat making her pulse with desperate need.
"Mmm-hmmm~"
She hooked her arms around his neck, breathing hot, moist air against his skin. Her tongue darted out, leaving a glistening trail across his collarbone.
"Do you like my taste that much?" Alistair asked, resting his chin on her head while pinching her pale, soft cheek.
"You don't seem to mind the taste of my 'water' either," she whispered back, nipping at his neck.
"Your 'Snow-Nectar' is fresh and sweet. I'd never complain." Alistair moved his hands up, rolling her earlobes between his fingers.
"Nngh..." Yukino stopped talking and began to grind her hips in a circular motion. Alistair let go of her ears, sliding his palms down to her smooth, snowy buttocks.
Slap!
"Ah!"
The sound didn't come from Yukino, but from Alistair, whose jaw had been struck by Yukino's head as she suddenly bolted upright.
"Yukino, watch it! That hurt!" Alistair rubbed his chin, wincing.
"That's for slapping my ass!" Yukino glared at him, though she was rubbing her butt where a red handprint was forming. While the sting had sent a jolt of pleasure through her, she couldn't let his "surprises" go unpunished.
"I couldn't help it. Your skin feels too good," Alistair grinned, kneading the soft, ample flesh of her rear.
"Hmph." She leaned down and bit his shoulder in a show of mock defiance.
Then, she braced her hands against his chest and began to move. In the 'cowgirl' position, she took him in fully, the connection seamless.
Squelch, squelch...
Her thighs worked tirelessly, her body rising and falling as she took the 'Lava Dragon' in and out. Her breathing became ragged, and her massive, pale breasts swung wildly, creating a mesmerizing rhythm of flesh.
As she sped up, the internal walls of her vagina tightened with incredible force, as if trying to milk the 'thick liquid' out of him. Alistair's breath hitched. He grabbed her waist, helping her drive faster into the deep squats. Beneath her, the 'Lava Dragon' throbbed and grew even thicker.
"Yukino!"
With a low roar, Alistair gripped her hips and hammered himself upward, pinning the dragon-head against the softest part of her cervix. A torrent of scalding 'white lava' erupted from him like a bursting dam, flooding her womb until she was completely full.
"Wuu..."
Yukino, having hit her fourth or fifth climax of the day, lost all strength in her limbs and collapsed onto his chest.
"Good work, Yukino. Just stay like that." Alistair flipped their positions, pinning her to the sofa.