An unexpected ride.

Nathalia plucked him out of the air with such absolute ease that John was left to wonder how quick she could go. The flight alone had completely ripped apart his mana shield, depleted his complete mana bar and by the time that he finally set foot on the scorched ground of the Illusion Barrier half of his HP was gone as well. How fast had he been going? Sonic?

Different question, “How are you even stronger than before?” John cried out loud. The dragoness' power had increased by another 234 levels, that was bullshit. She even looked even more beautiful than before, whatever minor imperfection and wrinkles the fire of destruction had had were gone and replaced with an energetic expression. She didn’t look any younger, just like a better version of herself, which was entirely unfair to any and all mortal women. John also noticed that her broken horn had been restored. What the hell happened?

“I took a small dip in the sands of time and a new acquaintance decided to get on my nerves before doing what she should have done anyway,” Nathalia said, which helped John exactly not at all, “however next time I expect you to let me in voluntarily, don’t make me go through the trouble and break into your barriers. It was a hassle for me and excruciatingly painful for you.” As she said that she folded her wings, which subsequently disappeared along with her scales.

John furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, then it clicked. ‘That is the reason why Magus wasn’t feeling well!’ he realized. The Fateweaver had tried to shut out the dragoness because he had just seen her as an intruding busy body. Unlike the Horned Rat, who John's powers had summoned into the dungeon, Nathalia had tried to break in after all. The fact that Magoi even managed to resist a being more than 800 level above him for an extended period of time was mind-blowing to John.

“Now that I have you, John Newman,” Nathalia spoke in a deep tone and pushed him downwards, he hadn’t even realized he was on top of a bed like platform in the middle of this volcanic landscape. It was surprisingly cool for a spot only twenty metres away from a giant poll of lava. “You better show me the fruits of your labour,” within moments Nathalia had ripped of all of his clothes and positioned herself on top of him. John could do nothing about the incoming erection as Nathalia’s smooth brown skin completely uncovered itself.

The memories of the last time they fucked surfaced, how her pussy perfectly fit around his dick, the heat inside her, the contraction of her muscles. All of it resurfaced and blood went rushing into his dick, hardening it in mere moments. His whole body just reacted with pure pleasure that was only heightened when Nathalia grabbed his head and, in a slightly forceful gesture, pressed her lips on his. Just like last time his senses went overdrive, his libido taking control over his mind and Nathalia, enacting her much superior strength, over his body.

Feeling her tongue probe forward he met her with his own. They intertwined in a series of muffled moans, both of them already worked up from the mere contact of their lips. Nathalia was on the much more sensitive end of this however and as he carefully raised a hand and ran it through her brilliant orange hair, afraid that it would burn him at first, then reassured pulling her deeper into their kiss, was dripping wet in the truest sense of the words as her crotch ran over with sexual fluids. She lowered her kneeling position so that she could grind along his dick, blissful shudders running through both of them as she did.

Nathalia ended the kiss by throwing her head back and groaning, “Oh yes.” “No foreplay this time?” John wondered with what little blood remained in his brain. “Be quiet, I am thoroughly enjoying your dick, not your companionship,” Nathalia reprimanded him and nailed him to the stone with an easeful push of her right hand, “If I wanted foreplay you would be lapping in between my legs right now, John Newman.”

‘She definitely isn’t wrong,’ John thought and kept his mouth shut as the hand of his chest thoroughly pressed all the air from his lungs. Nathalia was so strong she could barely make out the difference between this and a light love tap, maybe for her this was a light tap. With a pleased glint in her eyes she straightened her back, raising her arm from his chest in the process, allowing John to breathe freely again.

“Good boy,” she purred and John was now allowed another moment of starring at her magnificent body. As short lived as their last engagement had been, it had thoroughly burned itself into his memory. Her hourglass shape, fit and athletic figure, her bountiful bosom and well-rounded arse had all been things he desired to experience again. Even though his sex with Jane and his other girls were glorious in their own rights, Nathalia was simply a master of sex and her every movement signified that. Her eager crotch was sliding over his dick with barely any resistance, and she was playing with her own breasts, putting up a small show for John and herself to whip them into a frenzy of carnal desire. One John would have been absolutely happy to give in to immediately, but he was not in control, not in the slightest.

Nathalia kept grinding on his dick, moaning and gasping as she did, every throaty sound somehow reverberating within John, who barely managed to keep his hands to himself, a slither of his instincts telling him that survival was preferable. “A patient one, that much I give you,” Nathalia laughed and leaned forward, “and I can see that you became more powerful, the stench of the other female also no longer is on you, you will tell me all about what happened. After I had my fun with you.”

Finally she guided one of her claws down to her crotch and easefully guided him inside her pussy. The inferno inside her was even hotter than he remembered and yet still it didn’t hurt him as he slowly penetrated her. The nymphomaniac dragoness on top of him only ever so slightly sinking down, her pussy encapturing him with her tight walls, the muscles inside massaging every centimetre of his dick along the way. He couldn’t hold out, nobody could. “Oh, yes!” Nathalia hissed and slammed the last half down his dick immediately, sending them both over the edge in a frantic, sudden orgasm. John’s hips buckled upwards ever so slightly, his load pumping deep into Nathalia whose body strained. The dragoness had raised a hand to her mouth and bit down on the claw of her index finger as uncontrolled moans of far depraved lust echoed from her throat, loud and deep. John gasped at the feeling of his balls tightening again and again, the godly pussy around him milking him for every drop he could muster.

Yet at the end of his orgasm Nathalia was still craving and he was still hard. “Good…very good,” Nathalia complimented and rose her hips in a painfully crawling manner that sent electric pulses over his oversensitive dick. Every moment was both **** and pure bliss as Nathalia, spurred on by the pleasure she gave herself and the control this act gave herself over the man she was currently interested in. So, she kept it slow for as long as her own patience allowed it, the slow pleasure was not her style but she needed some more stress so she would keep the boy hard for as long as she could, milk him for every drop of cum that could fill her insides and make her feel the tingle of human mana dissolving inside her.

Nathalia licked her lips, however there were other stimuli she could get from him than just his dick. She leaned forwards, hands on the ground to John’s sides, her outstretched arms squeezing her boobs between them. “You may use your hands, John,” she said, half tempting, half ordering him to do so. John took whatever distraction he could get and also any opportunity to touch these big yet firm mountains of seductive flesh before him. His hands were on her just a moment later, sinking into the softness of the buffet before him. The nipples, only a shade darker than the rest of Nathalia’s light brown skin, rubbing against his palm made the dragoness move ever so slightly faster. If it took greater pleasure for Nathalia to move faster, and by god he wanted her to move faster, then he would deliver on every account. To taste more of the pleasure her hips' every drop and rise gave him, to get to experience more of this mind-numbing, reality-defying, erotically-enticing bliss he finally hushed away the cautious voice inside his head and bend his back to press his mouth on her left nipple. He got a shout that he could only interpret as approval, wordless but longing for more as it was, it echoed over the blackened landscape all around them.

In the glow of the lava poll John decided to make another daring move, using his now largely unoccupied hand to reach for Nathalia’s clit and rub it as skilfully as he could. Whatever Nathalia had expected from him after last time was exceeded as she shouted, “Oh Gaia, yes, John, that is how you should do things.” She remained in her position but with shouts, uncharacteristically high pitched for her deep voice, she animated him to do more, “Come on, play with my breasts, rub my clit, fuck me, John, fuck me as hard as you can.”

As instructed he rocked his hips upwards, resulting in the dragoness cumming from that single thrust. Her whole body tensed, John could hear the unpleasant noise of stone getting cut as Nathalia’s fingers scratched along, uncontrolled, her body overwhelmed by a second, then a third orgasm that left her yearning for more, always for more. John could yet still give more and he fucked her with as much **** as his position below her allowed him too, eventually opting to lie back down to have his hands free, on her hips, their steady rhythm producing clash over clash of their crotches, drenched in Nathalia’s ever dripping pussy. However, he had yet to succeed to bring her to the same heights as the last time, Nathalia had not yet squirted but by everything John had he would make her.

Her tits bounced with every deep stroke of his long dick he executed. Jiggling wildly, just as her brilliant orange hair. It was hard to make out the dragoness' pupils amongst the golden glow of her sclera but he was sure she was focused only on him or nothing at all, her mouth hang wide open, tongue forming only gasp and compliments he never thought to hear from a being this powerful, “Yes, yes, oh by everything ashen, your improvement was worth this wait,” she admitted without hesitation, “you…just…JUST FUCK ME, JOHN!” she demanded outright as her mind was too far drowned in depravity to think of more words to say.

John had locked her in a series of constant orgasms, inconsistent as they were, her Libidio made her so sensitive that, at this stage, even the slightest touch would sent her over the edge, she was still at a state of climax during the whole intercourse. John felt his balls fill up again, the passive part of masturbation making it so he had another load at the ready after the last few minutes of constant thrusting. That he managed to hold out for long enough or not break under the absolute otherworldly pleasure only she could give him was a herculean feat, but he powered through thanks to weeks of experience, thanks to his willpower and in large part likely thanks to his newly acquired endurance.

However, everything had a limitation and so he thrust inside, pulled back the time he knew would be the last and as he buried his dick inside her assaulted her tits once again with his mouth, sent his one hand flying to her clit while deeply embracing her with the other. It had the intended effect and as he splattered a second, ball-draining load inside her quivering womb he felt her squirt all over his clit-stimulating fingers and crotch, the hard nipple in his mouth under attack by his skilled tongue all throughout the orgasm that had Nathalia arch backwards, howling at the sky until finally they were both spent.

Well, John was, his body collapsed backward unto the stone bed, that was surprisingly comfy now that he had a moment to think about it. Nathalia on the other hand kept growling in the pleasure of the orgasmic aftershocks that vibrated inside her body for a few minutes.