"Mmm-hmmm..."
Yukino lay prone on the sofa, her body feeling like it had turned to jelly. Alistair's 'output' was massive; even though he had only finished once inside her this time, white streaks were already leaking out from between her thighs.
Plop!
Alistair's 'Lava Dragon' dove back in to the hilt, acting as a plug for the liquid inside.
"Ohh..." she whimpered as her insides tightened around him again.
"You smell so good, Yukino." Alistair buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent—fresh like mountain snow. He kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. He laced his fingers through hers, pinning her hands to the sofa.
Thud, thud, thud...
The sound of their bodies colliding was rhythmic and wet. The ridges of his cock scraped against her internal walls, churning the liquid inside. With every thrust, a mixture of her nectar and his seed was forced out, only to be replaced by the sheer friction of his movements.
"Yukino." Alistair licked her earlobe, whispering her name as he suddenly stopped moving. He held himself deep inside her, the 'mouth' at the back of her tunnel sucking greedily at the dragon-head.
He let out another growling grunt as a fresh wave of hot 'white' was sucked out of him, filling her once again to the brim. Long after the finish, they lay tangled together on the sofa, panting.
"Let's go clean up," Alistair whispered, holding her from behind.
"Mmm." She leaned back into him, her hand resting on his. He picked her up in a bridal carry and walked into the bathroom.
Shhhh—
The shower spray washed away the mess. Soon, they were soaking in a tub filled with hot water.
"Ah... this is the life," Alistair sighed, resting his chin on Yukino's shoulder.
"Yes." Yukino watched the water ripple over her palm, a sense of profound peace and satisfaction filling her heart.
"Wait... Alistair~"
Yukino's eyes glazed over again as she felt something hard and hot pressing against her back under the water.
"Don't worry, I'm just rubbing," Alistair said, his hand moving to cup her breast. Due to their size, they were partially buoyant in the water, making them feel even softer.
"I don't believe you for a second," Yukino teased, turning to kiss his cheek.
"Hehe." He didn't push for more immediately, just enjoying the warmth. Post-sex Yukino wasn't cold or shy; she was responsive, her movements full of quiet affection.
She reached out and stroked his face, her wet skin feeling like silk. She began to playfully pinch and pull his lower lip, making little popping sounds.
"You're being childish," Alistair chuckled, catching her hand.
"Look who's talking. You're the 'baby' who keeps sucking and biting me so hard. I don't have any 'milk' for you to drink."
"Are you asking me to help you produce some?" Alistair's hand roamed her thigh. Her legs were firm yet plump, but her ass—that was where the real treasure was. It was so bouncy it could jiggle three times from a single slap.
"Maybe. Just don't steal the baby's food," Yukino joked. She was young in appearance, but as a Yokai, she was old enough to think about children.
"It might be hard," Alistair noted. "We're both 'Fantastic Species.' Conceiving isn't easy for our kinds."
"Maybe you just need to work harder every day?" Yukino turned around in the tub, hooking her arms around his neck. Her eyes were heavy with a seductive lure.
"If we did this every day, we'd never get anything done. Are you a Yuki-Onna or a Succubus?"
"Yuki-Onna have very strong desires. It's normal for our kind," she pouted. "Actually, most Fantastic Species are like this. Except for the Elves—when the Ancient Tree was strong, they were almost asexual. But now that the tree is dying, their desires are waking up too."