A hot-head (GET IT?!)

“Yes,” John agreed. Whatever Nathalia could want it was not as bad as letting Rave die or the even worse possibility of his rescue attempt failing and him dying alongside her. “Very good, now first I need to increase the bond between you and that fire spirit of yours,” Nathalia rose from the water and commanded John to do the same.

By the time he had turned around Nathalia had already constructed a sort of throne and threw him a glance, the reignited fire of lust in her eyes. Well, it was never properly put out in the first place. “Unlike a friend of mine my magical skills are not high enough to manipulate somebody’s powers without a medium, I can either drink your blood again or another thick fluid at your disposal,” Nathalia made a crooked grin, “I am sure you will make the correct choice.”

There was a choice here? He was not looking forward to getting bit again, so he hurriedly said, “I will offer my semen,” with a bit of a horny grin himself. Nathalia gestured him to sit down. He did, completely naked and already completely erect. All he did was watch Nathalia, in the same state of undress, step between his parted legs and lean forward to kiss him. Once more his senses sharpened as her blessing filled his being.

His cock dripped the first bit of precum even though Nathalia hadn’t even touched him yet, the hot air drying his body was enough to accomplish that slightest bit of stimulation, although Nathalia’s tongue intertwining with his, her soft breaths and even softer breasts dangling against his chest also did a large part.

The kiss broke with Nathalia getting on her knees. John blinked a couple of times in confusion, about to ask if she wouldn’t prefer to have sex again. He stopped himself for two reasons. A, she specified drinking earlier and B, he was about to get a blowjob from a ten-thousand-year-old dragon goddess nymphomaniac, why the fuck would he question any of this? Curiosity really got into the way sometimes.

“I am interested,” Nathalia said, the scales and claws on her hands, the only part of her body still hidden, slowly vanishing, “you said you have a stat called Libido and that you garner bonuses at a threshold of 25, have you crossed that threshold yet?” “No,” John answered. “Do it now then,” Nathalia demanded as her fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped the shaft. More precum leaked out, slowly spreading over his cock and making the dragoness' finger slippery, easing her further motions. “I need those points to…” “You NEED whatever I can give you,” Nathalia interrupted both him and her hand job, leaving him whimpering, especially as her grasp became uncomfortably tight.

John resisted for a moment longer. “I am Nathalia, I get what I want, John Newman. You will raise your Libido or I will draw back from our little arrangement. How many points did you get from my power?” “20 and I need 6, I understand, I will do it!” John caved under the pleasure and the pressure from Nathalia’s burning eyes.

He quickly raised his Libido to 25 and while he was at it also spent the remaining 14 points on Endurance and Strength.

That was disappointing as well as awfully convenient. What was way less convenient was the rather sudden increase in sensibility he experienced yet again. He had been the victim of this feeling of heightened lust before when the slab of horniness was active, just that it was now much, much worse and, as he realized for a short moment, permanent. Then Nathalia started pumping his dick again, causing him to moan, her thumb carefully rubbing the sensitive spot just below the head.

Nathalia breathed in deeply, “Your smell changed,” she said and licked the head of his cock. She looked positively delighted, “Now this is unusual, even a being as sexual as me wouldn’t describe sexual dribble as tasty,” her fingers glided down to the base of his dick to keep it in place for Nathalia to lick the spread of his precum up from his balls all the way to the slit at the top, “yet you taste delicious, is that thanks to your ability?” “Y-yes, ah!” John answered between two gasps, Nathalia had playfully sucked the first centimeters of his dick into her mouth. Now she released it again with a loud ‘pop,' “You are a truly fascinating mortal, we will have a lot of fun over the coming decades.”

“Decades?” John asked, his mind jumping back into reality for a moment. Nathalia didn’t make it easy for him to stay there, with skilled movements of her hand she kept stimulating his dick. If he hadn’t cum twice already, his sperm would now decorate her face. “The stronger you humans get, the longer you live,” was all Nathalia had to say, “no more questions, John, I desire to taste, not speak.”

John also had little desire for conversation as the dragoness mouth enveloped him again, this time sucking deeper than just the head. As expected of Nathalia, she was a masterful cocksucker, she knew it, he knew it, and it was blowing his mind. His ears just ceased working, and his eyes could stare at nothing but the eternal beauty bobbing up and down in his lap, her hair swinging with every curved movement of her mouth that aimed to pleasure every sensitive bit of his cock. She succeeded, of course, her eyes always keeping contact with John’s even as she suddenly went all the way down and took his whole dick into her throat. The warmth enveloping, the contraction of her throat, the stare of her burning eyes.

John had to suppress the impulse to grab her by the curves of her horns and pin her there. The animalistic instinct to feel this raw pleasure for as long as possible, he had completely forgotten about the goal of this blowjob for the moment, he just wanted more. He got more in the form of Nathalia pressing her tongue against his shaft, her hand softly fondling his balls. Her long fingernails, previously hidden underneath her claws, were gentle, didn’t scratch or anything. Her free hand carefully glided over his stomach, her touch leaving warm prickles where she touched him. The urge to grab her horns, the urge to bury his dick down in her insanely hot and pleasuring throat, so barely suppressed.

Even if he had given in he doubted that he had enough control over his arms to act on the urge. Nathalia rotated her mouth ever so slightly around his cock’s base, her tongue reaching ever new places to stimulate John and milk more of the delicious taste that was filling her mouth from him. It was criminal for a mortal to taste this good as if the act of sucking him didn’t make her wet enough. In the need to find some form of release Nathalia created a dildo the shape and size of the dick in front of her and, by fixating it to the ground, found what she had wanted, her hips jumping up and down on the stone copy as she kept sucking the real thing. Her head traveled up high enough to take a shallow breath through her nose; then she went all the way down again.

John barely noticed the wiggling of her hips; he was too hypnotized by her lips and tits to notice much more going on than her mouth endlessly bobbing up and down, her tongue lapping up all of what his cock leaked greedily as he tried his best to keep going. Nathalia, noticing the stares and craving more stimulation herself, rose her head while sucking on his dick tightly, leaving it barely stained by her saliva as strands of pre-cum connected her lips to the head.

“Would you like me to use my breasts, John?” she asked in her husky voice, wearing a smile that wore her intention clearly. This was all about hearing him. John would say exactly what she wanted to hear, “please, Nathalia, use your beautiful big breasts to make me cum.” “Mhm, it takes the fun out of it if you do not beg, mortal,” she lamented as she rode the dildo, moaning deeply. A hand closed around his dick in an almost mindless gesture. “I wonder if I should really use them on somebody who is that eager,” she kept teasing. “I beg you,” John whimpered, the beautiful firm mountains of flesh bounced with Nathalia’s hips, the way they jiggled only testimony to how soft he knew they were in his hands, how much better would they feel around his dick?

Nathalia kept grinning in silence, “how bad do you want it? Tell me, John Newman, how bad do you want to feel my breasts around your hard cock?” “I want it more than anything else right now, please, I want to feel them wrapped around my dick. I want to feel how they jiggle around as you hold them there, as you bounce them up and down my shaft, while sucking my cock, please use your tits,” he pleaded and finally was rewarded by Nathalia lowering her hands but straightening her back. With her hands holding her tits the soft flesh was pressed around his dick from both sides, making it like he was enveloped by burning passion down there.

Nathalia shook her tits slowly, “They seem a bit too dry for this, but I am also unwilling to let go of your delicious precum,” she said, playfully thoughtful, “As for everything else, I have a solution for this.” The solution turned out to be the very weird experience of seeing Nathalia’s tongue stretching out of her mouth and twisting around his dick. To say that it was entirely unexpected of a dragon to show some rather weird features would be a lie. To say that John didn’t find the feeling of a tongue wrapping around his cock weird would also be a lie, but the biggest lie of it all would have been to say that the mixture of the coiling tongue and softly pressing tits around his cock, moving in pleasurable dissonance, was anything but pure bliss.

John clenched his teeth as Nathalia’s moans reverberated through her tongue, adding vibrations to the mix of sources for his ecstasy. Soon Nathalia also added her mouth to the mix, although it barely could suck on more than half of his cockhead. The sloppy, soft, constricting, mixture of boob and blowjob continued for only a few more seconds before John finally lost control. He grabbed her by the horns and held her as his hips rocked forwards, sperm flooding her mouth in huge splatters, a load larger than previous, fuelled by his newly heightened libido. His mind was completely numbed as he just came and came into her mouth.

Finally, John’s mind restarted. He hastily let go of the horns and pulled back. ‘This is it then,’ he thought and quietly resigned himself. He had gotten rough with Nathalia when she had allowed no such thing. He closed his eyes and just waited. He counted from 5 backward while imagining Rave’s face and hoping that she wouldn’t be too mad when they met on the other side.

Nothing happened. John opened his eyes and was greeted by the completely impossible sight of a flustered Nathalia. She had retracted her tongue and was still sitting at his feet, very clearly in the afterglow of an orgasm of her own. Her cheeks were slightly reddened (or strongly, it was hard to make out thanks to her brownish coloration) and while she was glaring daggers at him, there was a much more prominent feeling in her eyes: delight. The dragoness was completely taken aback by the glorious taste of John’s load in her mouth. With a less sexual being it would have probably stricken less of a cord but for her tasting semen like this was like somebody of the finest taste to get their hands on fine wine and cheese.

John, despite the ridiculousness of it all, could not help but feel that the blushing, slightly angry and fidgeting Nathalia was kind of cute. The way her shoulders wiggled, and she raised a hand to make sure she got every last drop of his cum that might have escaped her lips was the same portion greedy as it was elegant and improper. The way she then licked her fingertips clean while giving him the cold shoulder also just made him wish he was in a situation to tease her more. ‘Am I becoming a sexual bully?’ He asked himself while remembering how he got cute reactions out of Gnome. Funny how he had changed since his powers had awoken, very little remained from the masturbating loner, glory be to the sexually active Gamer!

“Touch my horns again, Newman, and I will rip your hands off,” Nathalia’s promise grounded him back in reality. “Yes, ma’am,” he agreed meekly.