Chapter 1442: A Princess’s Terrible Bargain (r-18)

Phei looked up from between Melissa’s thighs and smiled at her confession. His breath ghosted over her most tender place, soft as a secret, and she squirmed beneath it, and gods, he loved this— he loved how easily he could make the Ryujin Tiamat Princess weak and soft and utterly helpless in his arms, as if all her pride had been folded up and handed to him for safekeeping.

Melissa lay ready to be wrecked by him in the amber light.

Her breasts were heaving while her nipples were still wet and peaked from his mouth, with her little swelled belly soft with their child, and Melissa had spread her thighs even wider, so wide that the silk sheets had gone taut beneath her. Her cunt was flushed and glistening beautifully with her love juice. The outer lips of her cave were erect and fully parted, her inner folds just as wet and trembling, and her clit, too, stood tight and erect and shining with her juice above an entrance that kept fluttering open as if it already missed his tongue.

And he thought, not for the first time, that no hoard any dragon had ever slept upon held a treasure quite like her!

He pressed a single chaste peck to her outer folds, he was almost polite about it— a kiss so gentle it was nearly an insult, his lips brushed the wet velvet of her pussy without taking anything, and then— without the slightest warning Phei sealed his whole mouth over her pussy and devoured all of her pussy in one go.

He covered it entirely in that one gulp from clit and folds and the dripping mouth of her pussy, and drank. His tongue flicked out from inside the kiss, broad and warm, pressed against her entrance until the soft ring yielded, and slipped in deep, curling to lap the sweet flood straight from its source.

"Haaahh—"

Melissa moaned and fisted the sheets so tightly that her hips nearly pinched closed around his head. Phei only smiled more deviously before he set one hand on her inner thigh and pushed her wider; his thumb started stroking the trembling tendon there while his other hand slid up to claim a breast, squeezed its heavy softness, and rolled the tender nipple until she arched.

Then he held her there, open and helpless, while his tongue parted her and drank her nectar like wine he had been saving for a special occasion: slow thrusts of his tongue— suck that pulled her clit between his lips. It soon became a resounding tapestry of wet obscene sounds of a Genesis Angel worshipping his wife’s pussy as if dawn itself had been scheduled around it.

"Ahh... Phei..."

"I was thinking," he said, looking up at her without lifting his mouth far from her at all so that every single word landed directly on her open pussy, and his warm breath and the drag of his lower lip smeared her juice while he spoke: "How about we visit the OB/GYN together. Just us with no one else unlike what you planned? W can take the girls another time."

To punctuate the suggestion, he brought his hand to her clit and he rolled it slowly beneath his thumb, and circled the erect bud until her hips jumped, then bent and tasted it, a flat, lingering lick, then he sucked it which made her toes curl— his tongue slid back inside her and fucked her in slow strokes while his thumb never left her aching point.

She moaned and let her thighs fall even wider, which was not— it must be said— the bargaining posture of a woman who intended to win this. Her breasts swayed with the motion, full and bare in the light, a thin shine of sunlight gathered in the valley between them. One hand stayed fisted in the sheets while the left found his golden hair and held on as if the bed might vanish.

"If you— ahh— want to change my plans," she managed between breaths, "you’ll have to do better than that." Her hips rolled up into his mouth and ground her wet cunt against his tongue, shameless, until she dripped down his chin: "You could just fuck me!"

Phei chuckled against her, and she felt it all the way up her spine; the vibration sank straight into her clit until her thighs shook.

"You know I can make you come with just this until you can’t get out of the bed," he said, and flicked his tongue once to prove it, a sharp, precise stroke over the underside of her clit that punched the air out of her. She jolted in pleasure:

"So let’s be honest. If you think you can blackmail me with sex to get your way, you’d better learn how to bargain. If I wanted alone that badly, I’d have to buy it with two weeks of hunger, and I’d rather not. Otherwise I’m perfectly fine going with the girls." He kissed the inside of her thigh, insufferably smug, then lower, an open-mouthed brand just beside her soaked folds, close enough that she felt his breath and none of the relief: "They won’t be in the examination room anyway when we see our baby if they go with or not. Honestly, love, your chances are better with the latter."

Melissa looked down at him like she was about to pounce, flushed to her breasts, her lips parted, her eyes bright with the particular fury of a dragon princess who had just been licked into a corner and liked it.

"Fine," the Ryujin Tiamat Princess said, her eyes narrowing into pure challenge. "Make me come three times in five minutes, and we go alone. If you fail, we’re going with everyone!"

The Young Dragon grinned, slow and dangerous.

"You command," he said, "I obey!"

He rose to his knees between her legs, and his fifteen inches monstrously beautiful little dragon rose with him, already hard, already flushed dark, thick as steel, big and veined and more than ready to ravage her. It stood thick and sleek in the light; the head was huge and shining small a bead of precum caught gold light at the tip, and the sheer weight of it rested against her inner thigh like a brand.

His hands slid up her body as he rose, over her soft belly and the dip of her waist, until both palms filled with her breasts and his thumbs dragged across the wet nipples he had already worshipped.

Melissa stared at it and swallowed while her cunt clenched on nothing, still open and glistening with her love juice and from his mouth, and she realized, perhaps a little too late, that she might have just made a terrible bargain.

Or a wonderful one—

With five minutes on the clock, she was about to find out which.