John and Nathalia were lounging by a shallow pond, barely as deep as the width of his hand. What drove Lee to make so many of these was a mystery; John guessed that she had been inspired by some game she played a lot of recently. Flat stones were carefully positioned next to each other, forming a barrier that kept the water contained.

Nathalia lay on one of those stones, the picture of aristocratic beauty. Confident, certain of her station in life, gorgeous features showing a mild smile and an inquisitively raised eyebrow. John sat in the grass before her, embodying the lover almost disbelieving of his luck. With deep appreciation, he beheld her.

One arm was angled, the side of her face resting on her loosely formed fist. A cascade of orange hair fell behind her, some of the long strands framed her face, shorter ones curved towards her elf-like ears. The wild mane glowed like lava, illuminating her features. Her horns, two located above her temples, curving backwards, swinging outwards, and tips twisting, one on her forehead, short, smooth and pointy, were a black canvas for the light. Her eyebrows were inhumanely long, the hairs extending to the sides. Eyes like pools of molten rock, growing an incandescent white towards the centre, were surrounded by dense lashes as sharp as obsidian. Red, sultry lips showed slight amusement, yet were parted enough to reveal the carnivorously sharp fangs behind. A last source of light, rivalling the glow of her hair, sat between her collarbones: a diamond-shaped gemstone of fiery magic.

Breasts, slumping according to the dictates of gravity, rose and fell in all their respectable size with every slow breath she took. Her midriff was an image of health and youth, despite being the oldest in his harem both in real and apparent age. Flat, taut skin, over muscles just faintly visible, a stomach to kiss, marked between navel and groin with the proof of their mutual affection. The pose emphasized the width of her hips, her right hand lying on top of the highest point of the swing. Smooth and long legs followed, guiding the eye naturally to her feet and then back up to all of the attractive bits.

Nathalia’s body illuminated itself better than the starlit sky did. Knowing of her own attractiveness, the dragoness doubtlessly approved of it. All of her was for everyone to see, for there was nothing that needed to be hidden. All of her was for him to see, for he was the one who was allowed to indulge in her. Sight, touch, smell, taste, whatever John wanted, she was his to do with now. No one who came before mattered. No one would come after him.

“You stare unusually long today,” Nathalia remarked. Her voice was deep for that of a woman and had a raspy, sexual feeling to it. From her body language to that voice, she radiated dominance and beckoned him to try and please her. Lesser men would have crumbled in the presence of such a force of nature, a woman that demanded complete attention and gifts of the highest quality. Good men would have failed to please her in the long run. Only one individual could ever hope to call her his.

John swallowed and confessed, “I’m just in awe that you’re mine.” He moved closer and assertively took the hand on her hips. Kissing first the fingers, then the knuckles, then the back of her hand, he kept eye contact with the goddess as he put his appreciation in every gesture. “I love you,” he said. Oddly, the dragoness averted her gaze with something approximating embarrassment.

“I love you too, my chosen mate,” she answered, her face a little redder than before.

It was adorable and urged John to come even closer. Nathalia smiled, confidence returning, when he climbed on top of her and turned her on her back. Her breasts shook, the pinkish brown nipples erect. They quickly came to a rest, looking flatter than before. An illusion that would be discarded as quickly as they were made to jiggle.

Right now, John had other plans. He took her face between both of his hands and appreciated her every feature. He kissed her above the long eyebrows. After brushing a hair behind a long ear, he kissed and softly nibbled on it. Slowly he made his way towards her mouth. Once he reached it, he was greeted by a demandingly intense kiss. Lips and tongues met and separated, as they made out with a wildness that contrasted the previous moments intensely.

“You’re all mine,” John swooned with possessive glee between kisses. “Your beautiful body and your gorgeous soul…. Your little laughs when you are amused, your displeased huffs, your proud demands, they’re all mine…. I get to hear your voice, from now until forever… chiding… demanding, and praising…. I’ll be worthy of you and I’ll always… always stay worthy of you.”

Nathalia pressed her lips together and once more tried to avert her gaze. Keeping his hands where they were, he did not make that easy for her. His left thumb brushed over her cheekbone. Had he not known her better, the Gamer would have thought she was angry. The warmth her body gave off was elevated slightly above even her normal levels. “I adore you,” she managed to get three words out, lacking her usual confidence.

Because she was in largely unknown territory.

John could not deny himself the sly smile of a thoroughly pleased dom. There was something he had more experience in than Nathalia, even with her ten millennia of nymphomania, and that was genuine love. All those good men that had earned her favour before, they were only sexual connections. Whatever they had said to her were sweet nothings. They meant nothing to her beyond the moment. His words had weight because what they had for each other went beyond passion.

Seeing this goddess that had done so many depraved things in her life blush and avert her eyes, that was his privilege and his right. He was her first love. That was not a gift to be squandered.

“Oh, enough of this,” the flustered dragoness decided and pushed him off her. Taller and stronger, she had no difficulty in doing so. He landed on the soft grass and kept lying there with a smug smile. “You are lucky I love you,” Nathalia hissed, straddling his face.

“Incredibly lucky,” he agreed readily and put his hands on her light brown bubble butt. He gave her pussy a nice, long lick and earned himself a pleased purr. “You’re delicious, my Nathalia.”

“I… hrrrmmm,” the redhead made a defeated sound that was both incredibly annoyed and deeply pleased. “Shut up,” she retorted and bent forwards. Quickly, he felt her monstrously long tongue drag over his cock. “Let thish do tshe tahlking,” she slurred, open mouthed, before wrapping her lips around his member.

John let her have her will for now. There was no need to tease her with his heartfelt words continuously. Grabbing her ass even tighter, digging into the softness of the lower end of her hourglass figure, he pressed his mouth against her pussy. Sweet and smoky, the taste of the goddess of volcanoes filled his mouth. The aftertaste reminded him of the air around a campfire. The warmth of her body surrounded him. The heat of her mouth and throat tightly welcomed his cock. Thick drool dripped on his groin, when her tongue slithered past her agape lips and worshipped his balls for several seconds.

Her deep moans could be felt through his entire shaft. With each skilled lick and each circle the tip of his tongue drew around her clit, he made her bliss run a little higher. All he needed to be motivated to continue were her pleasured cries. What made her feel better made his soul sing. Certainly, having a pair of trembling thighs around his face, a round butt under his hands, and a bobbing head around his cock did challenge him to perform even better.

And perform he did, with lust and love. Her pussy twitched under his thorough assault, soon filling his mouth with a gush of her honey. All the more, he wanted to taste her, and lapped at her cunt with wild passion. Nathalia tried to keep pace with him, but even the nympho dragoness could not match the advantages her chosen mate had when it came to sex. When it came to general experience, she may have had him beat (although even that gap was steadily shrinking), but when it came to pleasuring each other, they had the same amount of experience. Between true lovers, that was what mattered most. The Perks John had totally tipped the scales in his favour. It was to Nathalia’s credit that she, although her orgasm caused much of her to spasm, never stopped in pleasuring her partner.

By the time John felt his orgasm approach, he had made the woman on top of him climax five times. They both knew a sixth would follow the moment he unloaded. He worked feverishly to make that coincide with a natural orgasm and she reduced her pace somewhat to allow him to. The way his cock twitched must have given away how close he was and Nathalia was ever the satisfaction-seeker.

Their plan came to perfect fruition. At the edge of her orgasm, Nathalia took him deep into her throat repeatedly. Each bounce of her head was aimed at getting him off, and when he was there, John’s hips shot up involuntarily. A pair of strong arms hugged his hips, keeping him balls deep down her throat while he unloaded. His tongue returned the favour, still working her cunt while his face was covered with the excess of her flowing honey.

John’s instincts took over and he smacked her butt with enough force that the sharp sound bounced through the isolated space. An appreciating moan reverberated in his cock. He did it again, feeling and seeing the ripples, the fat ass right above him. Each time he spanked her, he spurted more thick cum down her greedy throat. Eventually that reduced to drops, but his smacks stayed the same. Only when her hug loosened and her service transformed to wringing what was left out of his shaft, did John stop and let her enjoy the taste and afterglow.

Eventually, he heard, and felt, a loud ‘pop’, announcing his cock leaving her mouth. A moment later, Nathalia lifted one of her legs and allowed John to sit upright. “The taste of our many lovers on your cock adds to its deliciousness,” the dragoness said and licked her lips.

“Many lovers, among which you are every bit as unique as the rest of them,” he told her and immediately managed to put her on the backfoot again. He toppled her over, something that should not have been as simple as it was, and kissed her neck. “You chose to be one of my many,” he whispered into her ear, before kissing his way down to her breasts.

“Aaaah!” she moaned loudly, when he pulled at her nipple with his teeth. “I chose to be one of yours!” she confessed. “Because only you could be worthy.” Her fingers scratched over his back, the nails short as per his preference. “Only one who has and keeps many could tame me.”

“Tame you? There is no taming you,” John responded adoringly, kissing his way back up her cleavage. The softness of each breast under his lips was pure satisfaction and yet induced even greater hunger. A final kiss, he delivered to her gemstone, then he pulled away to look straight into the eyes of the tall, powerful woman. “I love to make you submit to me,” he said, his hands on either side of her head. “To tame you, to truly tame you, would be to extinguish beauty. Your presence leaves all around in awe or fear. Aclysia yearned to be more like you and I know she is not alone. Perhaps the years we spend together will civilize you further, perhaps you will take even more to compliment my kinks, but I will not tame you. You are a dragon. You are fire. You are ash. You are fertility. You are destruction. There is nothing more inappropriate than to try and suppress any of these forces of nature you represent. You are who I fell in love with.” He pressed the tip of his cock against her dripping wet cunt. “You will be my wife. One of them. Loved with all I have to give.”

Nathalia stared at him, open-mouthed and wordless. The air around them was dry and appropriate for the summer day, not the prolonged night. Her entire body quivered, as if she was straining not to do something. “Water,” she croaked. John reached into his inventory and gave her a small cup, filled with the special water from Florida that completely cleansed the pallet. She swirled it in her mouth, removing all traces of semen, swallowed and tossed the cup away dismissively.

Then the trembling of her body stopped, unloaded in a flurry of movements. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck, and she pulled him inside. With one thrust, he fully penetrated her. A giant smile on her lips, she laughed ecstatically into the night. No one else but him could make her this jovial, break her proud, some would say arrogant, exterior and leave in its place a lovestruck, joyful, fulfilled woman.

“Yes!” she shouted, her face completely blushing with excitement and embarrassment. Although John wanted to see so much more of her expression, Nathalia pulled his chest against hers. It was as if she couldn’t say what followed while looking at him. “I’m your fire, your goddess of destruction and fertility! Fuck me, John!”

Gladly, he obliged. Her legs relaxed just enough for him to pull back, then tensed back up to force him back. Not that he needed any forcing to begin with. His entire being yearned to be one with her. Any centimetre between them was one too much. Her soft breasts were pushed against him, her thighs pressed tightly against his sides, her arms hugged him intensely, and several love bites were delivered on his neck. The folds of her pussy gripped his girthy cock tightly and were so lubricated he plunged into her without stopping anyway. Pulling back, all of her clung to him, refusing to let go of the man who her insides had instinctively reshaped to compliment completely. “Do you love me?” he asked, knowing the answer.

“I LOVE YOU!” she screamed, loud enough that it made his ears ring in the best way possible. “I’ll – ah- swearrrrr every oaaaa-ttthhhh…” She continued to talk, deep voice wrecked by high-pitched moans. So sensitive was she at the moment that she came each time he hammered into her. “...t-to beeee with youuuuuu! Aaaahhh ha-aaaaaaah! I’ll… I’ll renounce every… everyyyyyy pleasuuuureeeeee, bessssides youuuu, be…” She inhaled heavily. The repeated squirting drenched the ground. “Becaauusssss you’re a-aaahhhh-lll I neeeeed.”

“Without you, my life would be hollow!” John responded, more in control of his voice, yet almost yelling himself. “Cold. I need you.”

“I’ll never leeeaveeee you!” she swore. “I can’t – not again! I love youuuuu! HARDER! POUND ME HARDER! There’s no-aaaaah-nnnne worth… wo-rrrrth reme-ah-mbering but youuuuuuuuuu!”

“I’m here to fulfil you!”

“Then cum inside!” Three clear words that made John’s desire surge. “Cuuuu-ah-hm inshiiiiide. Leeeet me get a tashhhhhhteeee of the day you breeeeeeeeed meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I loooovee y-“ Her screams suddenly stopped, even though the hard ravaging of her cunt continued unstoppably. John had pulled back, looked at her, and the tender gaze of genuine and complete adoration had made her embarrassment block her lungs while her lust still made her legs pull him back inside. Quietly, almost inaudibly over the wet smacks of John’s groin against her cushion of an ass, she said, “I love you.” Three clear words that made John orgasm on the spot.

The first spurt exploded from his shaft while he was pulling back. In an entirely unneeded panic, he slammed and was pulled as close to her womb as his cock could go. Nathalia kept eye contact for three seconds, while cum flooded her. She was breathing fast and shallowly, shivered from head to toe, then the entirety of her multiple orgasms visibly ravaged up her spine. Her eyes rolling up, back arching off the ground, she screamed with stretched out tongue slurred professions of love for him and for his cock.

John caught the intention, not the words, as the blood pumped so hard in his ears he could barely hear anything else. Sight was similarly limited, most of his field of view filled with white lightning. He wasn’t sure how much he came, only that it was definitely more than usual. Each rope of cum streamed on as if it was the first, draining his heavy balls into her until her stomach started to bulge slightly. Not as much as the absurdities Cumslut facilitated, yet enough to be seen.

How or when it ebbed away was difficult to say. Fact was that a tinge of reason settled back in and grew, while the spurts became less and less in their quantity. By the time he blinked his way back into proper vision, Nathalia was lying in the grass, spasming irregularly in addition to each extra drop of cum that he left in her.

He swallowed, and breathed manually to help his heartbeat to get back under control. A notable dizziness made it impossible to move. Nathalia’s cunt and legs didn’t make it any easier. John was not quite sure which part of her actually grabbed him tighter, only that he also jerked each time another wave of tension and relaxation clenched his manhood with devilishly perfect folds. After three minutes of incomparably blissful waiting, their bodies had finally calmed enough that John could pull out.

Laying down next to her, he looked up to the sky. He felt a brush against his hand. He turned his head. Not to look at what that had been, but to look at her. She looked back. “That was… enough tenderness… for… a week…” she decided.

“Hmmm,” John just hummed, quietly deciding that he would be the judge of that. Under the gorgeous starlit sky, they beheld each other. Eyes locked. Holding hands.