"J-Jaeger—! I'm gonna—!"
She came with a scream, her walls clamping down, milking him for all he was worth.
Jaeger wasn't far behind—he rammed up into her, his cock pulsing, shooting deep inside.
Utaha's whole body trembled, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
She collapsed on top of him, panting, her scales shimmering with sweat and afterglow.
Jibril, still hovering, was slack-jawed.
She gulped audibly, cheeks burning.
"I— I may have to update my research notes…"
Utaha barely had a second to breathe before Jaeger's hands locked around her plush hips.
His wicked grin?
Screaming trouble.
"Ready to break again?" he growled.
Then—
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed like thunder through the room.
Her ass jiggled violently with each thrust, ripples traveling across her pink, scaled curves. Her tail twitched. Her back arched.
Jaeger's hips slammed into her with brutal rhythm, slap-slap-slap, turning her into a trembling mess.
"A-AHHN! F-Fuck—! JAEGER—!" Utaha gasped, eyes rolling back, tongue nearly lolling from her open mouth. "S-so deep—! Mmmmph—!"
Her claws raked down his back as her body rocked helplessly under his assault.
Jaeger growled low in his throat, fingers sinking deep into her bouncing tits—fat, heavy, and unbelievably soft. He latched onto one nipple, biting down and sucking hard, leaving deep red love marks along her heaving chest.
"H-hahhn—YES! Just like that—!" Utaha shrieked. "Harder—bite me, fuck me rougher—!"
Her hips snapped back to meet his thrusts, driven by sheer heat.
He grabbed her throat next, his hand wrapping firm but controlled around her neck—enough to make her shudder with pleasure. Her breath stuttered, her eyes glassy, drool sliding from the corner of her lips.
Her pussy clamped down violently.
"Ugh—shit, you're squeezing me like a fucking vice," Jaeger groaned, hips pistoning harder. "Cum for me, Utaha. Now. I wanna feel you lose control."
She broke.
"AaaAHH—FUCK—!!"
Her whole body locked up, thighs shaking as a shriek ripped out of her. Her walls clenched around his cock like they were trying to milk him dry.
But Jaeger didn't stop.
He flipped her like a ragdoll—face-down, ass up—grabbed her waist, and slammed back in.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The force of it shook the futon.
Her ass clapped loud and lewd against his thighs, cheeks bouncing with every thrust, soaked folds spreading around his cock.
"Fuhhh—AHHHNN! F-fuck me—! Mess me up, Jaeger—break my pussy—!" Utaha sobbed, voice breaking into moans. "More—! Don't stop—! MMMMMgh—!!"
Jaeger's grip tightened. His hips slammed faster, rougher—using her body like a toy.
Utaha's claws scratched at the sheets, at the air, her mind melting from the overstimulation. Her moans were no longer words—just breathy cries, raw and feral.
From the corner, Jibril stood frozen—cheeks red, wings fluttering uncontrollably with each lewd slap. Her eyes wide. Her breath short.
Then—
Jaeger snarled and buried himself to the hilt, cock throbbing.
He came.
Hard.
A flood of hot seed blasted inside her, thick spurts pouring deep, so much it spilled out past his cock and dripped in heavy strings down her inner thighs.
That alone sent Utaha spiraling into another orgasm, her whole body convulsing, lips parted in a silent scream.
"J-JAEGERRRRR—!!"
She collapsed. Face-down, twitching, shaking, drool wetting the sheets. Her eyes glazed. Her hips spasmed as aftershocks rippled through her.
Jaeger pulled her close, kissed her hard and messy, his hand stroking her trembling side.
"You're fucking perfect," he whispered against her lips.
Utaha moaned weakly—"Mmmnnn…"—unable to speak, only to shudder in bliss.
Jibril was still red-faced in the corner, knees wobbly, fanning her face with both hands.
Jaeger slowly ran his fingers through Utaha's sweat-drenched hair, letting her catch her breath—for now.
But only for a moment.
Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of her silky locks, yanking her head back just enough to bare her throat. His other hand pinched both of her flushed cheeks between his fingers.
"Nggh—!" Utaha whimpered, lips puffed, eyes wide and glassy. Her whole face burned red, the expression so fucking hot and helpless, Jaeger nearly lost it again.
He leaned in, voice low and rough against her ear.
"It's not over, Utaha…"
Her breath caught.
"As my dragon bitch…" He smirked darkly, tightening his grip, "You're going to take your owner's cock—every inch—deep and thoroughly."
Her whole body trembled.
A guttural moan slipped from her lips as her pussy clenched involuntarily, wet heat pulsing around nothing.
"Yes… nghh…!"
She nodded shakily, cheeks still squished between his fingers.
Then, without a hint of shame, Utaha slowly lay back—spreading her thighs wide, her folds glistening and twitching with anticipation. She opened her arms too, wanting all of him.
"Come, Jaeger…" she whispered breathlessly, eyes shining. "You don't have to hold back."
She smiled, lips parted and needy.
"As you said—I'll take everything with my pussy."
Jaeger didn't waste a second.
He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her in a tight, possessive hug, and slammed into her in one powerful thrust.
"AAAHHN—!!" Utaha cried out, legs instantly locking around his waist. Her tail coiled tight around him, clinging like a second set of arms.
Her arms pulled him down, her nails scratching along his back as she whispered over and over:
"Give it to me…! Mmmmph—fuck—give it to me… harder—! Break me—! Use me—use your dragon bitch however you want!"
Jaeger's hips pistoned wildly, hammering into her with raw force.
Her breasts bounced wildly between them, their bodies sticking together from sweat, every motion soaking the sheets in heat and scent.
The bed creaked. The futon gave in. The room blurred with motion, the rhythm of their bodies primal and relentless.
"Ahhh—! Nghhh—! Y-yes, more—! Your cock feels so good inside me—!"
She moaned like a woman in heat—completely gone, overwhelmed, utterly obedient.
Jaeger held her tighter, his mouth pressing to her neck, his voice rough and possessive:
"You're mine, Utaha. My dragon. My bitch. Say it."
"Yours! I'm yours!" she sobbed, walls clenching again, another orgasm rushing up her spine. "Fuck—! I belong to you!"
--
Nearly twenty hours later…
The room looked like it had survived a natural disaster.
Futon shredded. Pillows dead.
Furniture toppled.
A support beam cracked clean in half.
Jaeger sat up slowly, stretching his arms like a man waking from a refreshing nap.
"Aaah… I feel amazing," he muttered, rolling his shoulders with a satisfied sigh.
Then he glanced at the pink dragon curled beside him...Utaha, completely limp, scales dulled, tail twitching weakly.
"You really can't take a hit, can you?" he said with a smirk.
Her only response was a small puff of pink smoke from her nostrils, followed by a faint whimper.
Across the room—
Jibril had not moved.
Not even an inch.
She sat stiffly in a corner, wings drooping, pupils tiny and unfocused.
She looked like a soldier who had witnessed something forbidden.
Something that should've never been seen by mortal or immortal eyes alike.
"Wh-what…" Jibril whispered, voice cracking. "What did I just watch…?"
No one answered.
She swallowed hard.
"That… that wasn't biology.
That wasn't reproduction.
That wasn't even physics."
She slowly turned her head toward Jaeger, her face pale with trauma.
"That was psychological horror.
I'm scarred for life."
Jaeger raised an eyebrow.
"You're the one who insisted on watching."
"I TAKE IT BACK!" she snapped instantly, wings flaring. "I revoke ALL my curiosity! That was not cultural research—THAT WAS A NIGHTMARE!"
She pointed at the limp dragon-girl on the floor.
"You— you did things to a DRAGON! A DRAGON! Do you understand the implications?!"
Jaeger shrugged.
"Blame her stamina, not me."
Jibril stared, trembling.
…If he can do THAT to a dragon…
Her face slowly paled further.
…what chance does a Flugel like me have to survive even ten minutes…?!
She hugged her knees, rocking slightly.
"N-nope. Not happening. Ever. I refuse. I'm too young to die twice."
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