Dragons Games Bonus Scene part 2(of 2)

The last 3140 words. According to my word doc Dragons Games is 123,141 words long. Hot dog that's a lot. Thank you guys once again for your support this thing was a long time in the making (The whole story, not this bonus scene)

She giggled when he gave her an annoyed look, her laugh petering out when he reached out and took one of her generous boobs into his hand, the flesh too heavy to fit in just one palm. Her nipple dug into his fingers, and he seized it, beginning to slowly knead her flesh like it was bread dough.

He felt one of her clawed hands sneak behind his head, the Pokémon pulling his face into her cleavage. Her fur looked glossy under the afternoon light spilling in from the far window, a result of her sweat, her bosom like wet silk as he brushed his flushed cheeks into her coat.

She was clinging to him now, her other hand snaking round his shoulders to seal their contact, his world turning to fur and rippling flesh. His hands wandered from left to right as he played with her breasts, watching them spring back into shape when he let go.

“Looks like you’re getting ahead of yourself,” she muttered, trying to sound commanding but instead coming off as flustered. He didn’t need to ask her what she was talking about, his member had stood straight to attention the moment her rich scent filled his nose, his length flexing against their conjoined bellies, trapped in a world of fur and skin that set his nerves alight.

He moved his hips as best he could, angling so that his erection lined up with her waist, letting memory guide him towards her opening. He lurched as he felt his tip brush over her flushed navel, then travel over the deposits of fat lining the inside of her hips. She was radiating so much heat down there, his dick twitching in the warmth as it drew closer to its goal.

He could feel the pillowy lips of her entrance trace the length of his rod as he slightly misjudged his angle, his cock beating along with his racing heart as he readied to enter her, but Kendra had different plans. Her hips flexed against his as she shifted, throttling his member between her ass, keeping his glans exposed to the air while sandwiching the rest of his length between her buttcheeks, Jim releasing a grunt as she held him like that.

“Not just yet~” she said in a sing-song voice, obviously liking the way he was looking up at her, since she started chuckling.

“We’ll see about that you… oh.”

He had reached down to grab her hips while speaking, thrusting up, intending to plunge right into her, but she’d moved, and his tip bumped into the base of her tail instead. He had not noticed back during their younger years that she did in fact have a tail, albeit a very small one, barely the length of his hand. It was covered in her blue fur, shaped a little like a curved triangle with a raised tip, a bit like the tail-end of a bird.

His glans brushed over its soft underside in vain, Kendra smirking as she flipped her tail down to cover it. He tried to wiggle his hips, but Kendra was too heavy, her fine control over her tail too strong for him to break free.

“We’re making this last,” she said. She started to bounce her waist, her orbs flowing down the sides of his shaft without resistance, tensing her hidden muscles to grip his member with all the strength of a fist. It was like someone had plunged his dick between two exercise balls, her pert cheeks conforming to the shape of his member, saturating every inch of him with her heavenly coat. At her highest point she stopped, letting his tip smother against the base of her tail, Jim’s head spinning as she poised there for a few seconds.

She lowered her hips to his, raising her tail so that the cool air basked on his glans, Jim chewing on his lip to hold back another grunt. On the way down her cheeks peeled back his foreskin, the sensation so alike to entering a lover’s loins, but so not at the same time, the young man squirming in her arms as she rose her hips to repeat the motion.

“I can really get you going like this,” she purred, her tail once more folding over his member like a lid when she reached her peak, closing him in a pocket of hot fur. He could feel the soft lining of her vagina flex against the length of his cock, like a pair of fingers tracing his veins. Jim was going crazy, Kendra keeping him wanting by holding her entrance just out of his reach, using her weight to keep him from moving too much.

He flinched as she ran her claws over his sides, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She applied just enough pressure for him to flinch, but never enough to break the skin, she knew how much he could tolerate by this point. Every little nip of her claws sent his nerves into overdrive, his body electrified with frustration as she started making slow circles with her hips.

His leaking precome wet the underside of her tail, the Typhlosion manipulating her tail with such fine control, slathering her cheeks with his wetness, his eyes losing focus as the added lubrication made her butt slick. A lewd, bubbling sound reached his ears on every teasing pump, his breathing coming out in short rasps as she held him by the wrists again.

“You’re so red,” Kendra whispered, a tremor rolling through her body as she gave her cheeks a sudden flex, the sensation making Jim see stars. “I like it when you moan, Jim. Do it, and I might just reward you…”

She got off on his displeasure, knowing he was holding his grunts back for pride’s sake, but as much as this torture was making him so hypersensitive as to be borderline painful, a part of him didn’t want this to ever end, and that part was sorely disappointed when an embarrassing moan left his lips after a particularly wet pump of her ass, her tail acting like the world’s softest featherduster as it caressed his most sensitive anatomy.

“Wow,” she giggled, his face going even warmer. “That was a loud one. At least one of us is enjoying this.”

“Yeah, it’s you.”

He grabbed her by her wide hips, his hands sinking up the knuckle in her hide, his muscles bulging as he rolled her onto her back. It took most of his strength to do it, as she wasn’t light, but he was rewarded by her blushing face peering up at him from the blankets when he managed to succeed in lifting her.

Gravity spread her breasts apart, exposing her creamy cleavage he wasted no time in running his hands over. Her coat was so delightful in its smoothness, like she’d been draped in the most luxuriant sheet of velvet.

She breathed a soft moan on his hair as he leaned down to take one of her nipples between his teeth, nibbling on it, occasionally flicking his tongue out to wet it. She could be so receptive despite her personality, and he couldn’t help but chuckle when he glanced up to see her expression could best be described as excited annoyance, her cheeks as red as wine. There was just nothing more sexier than a woman being angry at him.

He worked his mouth down to her belly, watching as her abs flexed at his closeness. Pokémon weren’t capable of having six-packs, their stomachs were all pure muscle, but in Kendra’s case her belly was layered over with a layer of fat he face sank into when as kissed her navel, treating her torso like the world’s softest waterbed.

He remembered a time the paunch of her tummy rolled over the waistbands of her pants, and even though there was still a slight overhang today, she had been getting more active as of late, and her muscles had started to outpace her blubber deposits. It created a wonderful figure on the Typhlosion, curves and strength mingling to creature a voluptuous hourglass figure around her waist, her ass so big her body wasn’t entirely level now that she was laying down.

“Y-You really like my stomach, don’t you?” he heard her ask from somewhere above. His answer was to lick and mouth at her coat in several places, and now it was Kendra’s turn to squirm, each reaction getting stronger as he travelled lower.

“You’re hot as fuck,” he said between his attentions. Normally he didn’t give Kendra such praise – it was important to show her she couldn’t push him around all the time, struggle of power their relationship was – but she’d had troubles with her body image lately, he knew even if she’d always deny it, she was a stubborn as a dragon sometimes.

The comparison gave him pause, old memories dredging up even as he tried to force them down. He had not seen Cassidy since that night on the isles, remembering the feeling of the tears rolling down his cheeks as he’d watched her sail back to the mainland after he’d told her to. True to her word, he had not seen her again after that, perhaps her parents had transferred her to another campus, made her go chase after another poor sap and ruin his life, but he couldn’t know for sure. Kendra might know more, they were best friends after all, but he had not asked, and she’d not told him. There were a lot of unspoken rules in their relationship, but unlike Cassidy’s, these were the good kind, ones that were underlined with respect for the other, and hadn’t been built upon lies from the very beginning.

“W-Why did you stop?” Kendra asked, her ear flicking in irritation. Her comely voice drew him back into the present, Jim shaking his head clear as he went back down on her.

“Just admiring the scenery,” he said, clapping her on the belly, her flesh rippling. Kendra covered her flushed snout with her hand, Jim chuckling as she flinched.

He kissed her above her mound, his chin warmed by her waiting loins, Jim giving her a taste of her own medicine as he kept her wanting. He didn’t have as much patience as she did, and he soon moved lower, his hands bracing themselves against her cushiony thighs as he beheld her womanhood.

Her velvet coat folded in to a pair of pink lips, her powerful scent filling his senses as he admired her. Reaching over with a thumb, he pried her entrance apart, his eyes tracking a drop of her liquid excitement as it rolled down the inside of her thigh. Pink flesh as flawless as the rest of her greeted his vision, narrowing into a cone of glistening walls, contoured here and there by ribs of muscle his dick was raging to feel slide against it.

He peered up at her, and she watched back between the mounds of her heavy breasts with a starved look on her face. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to say it, her admirable pride showing through once again.

He gave in, plunging his tongue between her lips, painting her sopping vulva with his saliva, tasting her juices as they clung to the roof of his mouth. He traced her silky smooth walls, alternating between mouthing and kissing, his head spinning as her smell and her taste overwhelmed him.

He reached around her hips to cup her buttocks, her flesh spilling through his fingers like wet clay. He could hear her growl as he upped the tempo, drawing towards her clitoris and stroking it with his dexterous tongue.

“You make such cute noises, almost like a purring cat,” he said when he drew up, making sure to lap at her vulva as she replied so her voice would waver.

“When I g-go out to your next training session, I’ll sh-show everyone how… ah… how many cute noises you m-make when I… fuck…”

He chuckled into her entrance, loving her flustered she was getting, his lips meeting hers in a kiss as they continued on like that for a few more minutes, Jim pulling his lips back as he drew in a breath, the aftertaste of her juices lingering in the air. He adjusted his knees, placing them next to hers, taking his member in his hands as he lined up their genitals.

“I always burn the sheets when I’m on the bottom,” Kendra complained, patting at her flaming mane. The fires were smothered against the mattress, yet showed no sign of going out, nor did they appear to be burning the fabrics closest to the heat. She controlled its temperature through some means only she knew, flaring or weakening depending on her mood.

“I’m more worried about the smoke alarms going off again,” he replied. “It’s my turn anyway.”

“Since when were we –ah!”

He pressed his glans against her vulva, sinking his fingers into her love handles as he pushed into her without resistance. Her narrow passage engulfed him, tensing with all the strength of a fist as he bottomed out inside her, her juices leaking around his vanishing cock. Their hips met with a soft clap of flesh, Jim going weak at the knees as her wet walls started wringing him from base to tip.

Her earlier teasing had made him think he’d get off after one or two thrusts, but he willed himself to ease into a slower pace, wanting to enjoy this for as long as he could, Kendra following suit as she rocked back against him, his member gently reaching the furthest reaches of her passage each time they fully joined. She sighed as she let her head fall back, Jim watching as she cupped one of her boobs in a hand, beginning to roll the flesh in her palm as his glans raked across every little bump in her vent.

He occupied himself with her heavenly hips, feeling the hard muscles beneath her pudgy fat tense at his touch. Her thighs quaked with each thrust, Jim’s pleasure mounting as his dick was submerged in the boiling pressure of her loins.

Her tunnel was constantly flexing, her lips splaying against his crotch every time he took her as deep as he could, leaving a slimy trail of her fluids over his length. She started gyrating her hips, making his rod plunge into her in new, exciting angles, no two thrusts alike as she danced beneath him.

Her tunnel felt like it was twisting around his shaft, the pressure growing as her movements became more erratic, Kendra giving herself over to the pleasure as she rutted in earnest.

Jim soon followed suit, pulling into her harder, the bed shaking as he redoubled his efforts. Kendra shot him a covetous glance, her head lolling back as she loosed a rumbling growl that would have been worrying under different circumstances. He joined her in the haze of growing euphoria, all his nerves sparking with pleasure as their hips connected over and over.

Her insides flexed, tighter than they ever had before, Kendra panting as the first waves of her climax overcame her. Her fem-nectar drenched his length, spilling from her lips to wet his balls and the sheets directly below their coupling, the Typhlosion taking bundles of the sheets in her claws as her orgasm rocked her.

He wanted to join her in her bliss, focusing on nothing but how her walls pulsed and moved around him, how her wonderfully soft flesh melded between his fingers. As her orgasm started to recede, Kendra splayed out on the bed like a lizard enjoying the sunlight, her body rippling as he fucked her in earnest.

“So much stamina…” she growled, her flexible neck turning so she could look at him. “You run all day, then you held on through my foreplay, and you’re still-” She grunted as one more pang of pleasure eased out. “-still going.”

“G-Gotta try harder, Ken’,” he said, glad he could outdo her this time.

“I will, count on it. Now fill me,” she said. “I want it to be spilling out of me that I’ll need two showers.”

Jim couldn’t deny her even if he wanted to, giving in as her strong vent gripped his length, the muscles contracting in a rhythm as she resumed meeting his thrusts with her own. It only took one or two more, and he doubled over, their tummies meeting as he felt the first wave of his own climax approach. Like it was sensing his coming limit, her walls sealed around his cock, her wonderful contractions against his glans milking out his emission with a cruel efficiency.

He felt all the stress on his muscles from the day of exercise melt away, replaced with a dream-like, tingling sensation as a rope of his baby batter splashed against her walls. The world drained away until only Kendra remained, his wife bundling his head in her claws as she felt him fill her to capacity, fatigue and afterglow folding over the two as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

He kissed her cleavage as he laid on top of her, her flesh so soft he was tempted to start sleeping then and there, let the growing fatigue take him. Neither of them moved, staying joined as though doing otherwise would put a stop to the euphoria they shared. When the lingering pleasure finally began to recede, Jim decided to pull out of her, one last shudder passing through them both as her walls raked his glans on the way out. Their shared fluids leaked out of her splayed lips, Jim watching it trail down to make a mess of her thighs, thick strands covering both their groins in ropes of broiled juices.

Kendra’s deep breaths filled his ears as she cradled him in her arms, Jim returning the gesture as he wrapped an arm behind her slender neck.

“Now that, was a workout I can get behind,” she sighed.

“Literally,” he answered, the two laughing as the ache of exertion washed over them. The soft mounds of her breasts pressed up against his bicep, her sweat-riddled fur sliding over his equally wet skin as she settled there, clinging to him.

She finally sat up, pulling him with her as she glanced at the bathroom door. “Time for that shower,” she said, taking him by the hand.

“Just a few more minutes,” he complained.

“I need to get cleaned up for tonight’s performance. We can do another workout while you wash me,” she added.

“But… then you wouldn’t be clean, don’t see much point.”

“Since when have you been bothered with technicalities?” she asked with a grin. “Come on, this time I’m being on top.”