Recoil-Free Thrust
A recoil-free poke. The naked man prods the equally naked woman's ass firmly with his finger.
"Hng... hn."
Unlike her tough-looking body, poking her pudding-soft ass with a finger made her tail lash out full-force in an instant—whether from ticklishness or some other sensation, she couldn't help it. Sure, she looked like a female humanoid dragonkin thanks to her beastly transformation, but that tail of hers was straight out of a crocodile: one solid segment wrapped in rigid bone, massive muscles, and armor plating so hard it could eviscerate a person without breaking a sweat. She couldn't match Tier's raw melee power as a close-combat specialist, but whenever those two bickered while Plang went berserk around the house, Tier would go tumbling with a yelp after getting smacked by that tail. No doubt about it—Plang packed overwhelming force.
But.
BAM!!!
Despite its colorful looks and brutal history, that vicious tail slammed into my side in the blink of an eye. I snorted at the faint vibration and tickle in my ribs, letting out a deep sigh. I was already a fake dragonkin, my body reinforced with the material from her prized dragon horn—the hardest part of her draconic traits. Plus, my physical stats outclassed every party member. To me, her antics were just cute playfulness.
"Eeehee..."
"Jeez... sleeps like a rock... tsk."
Sensing the intruder who'd disturbed her nap was unscathed even after her full-power tail swipe, the tail groped at my side for a moment before wrapping around my waist and squeezing mercilessly.
Like poking a sleeping lion's nose hair and casually swatting it dead?
One poke, and she whips her tail instantly—then cranks it up to full juicer mode, trying to wring me out... As her husband, I couldn't just take this domestic abuse lying down. Even with my midsection coiled by her tail, I climbed onto the bed. Her instinctive tantrum was no burden to me, and thanks to that tail clenching and rearing up, her asshole and pussy were right there in plain view.
Plang needs a wake-up fuck sometimes. Heh.
Forget her bad sleep habits—honestly, a busty, curvy bombshell was giggling and showing off her charm, tail or no tail. Any guy with a dick would agree, right? Wake my girl with cock... She throws a tired fit, then passes out from exhaustion and pleasure... Picturing Plang in that scenario made my mouth slacken into a goofy grin without me realizing.
Come to think of it, wasn't her first time drugged sleep sex with me? A perfect precedent that had my head and cock nodding in agreement. I dove right into action.
Tap. Tap.
Ignoring the tail grinding with ominous creaks as it squeezed, I gripped my cock—plastered tight to my lower belly—and nudged her plump ass. Her juicy flesh rippled with wet slaps.
Smacking her ass cheeks with my dick like that—some mechanism I couldn't fathom—made her tail loosen and tighten in loops, reacting inexplicably. It was weirdly addictive; I kept slapping away, entranced. After a bit, realizing it couldn't stop me no matter how hard it squeezed, the tail went limp and slithered down beside her ass.
That tail's got its own AI or something...?
The way it swayed and acted, attached right at her waist, it seemed to judge if it was worthy to guard her intimate spots—and grant access accordingly. Look at it now: even amid her thrashing, as I boldly swept over her ass and lower body to do my thing, it finally relaxed. Like it recognized me as a living being, it shifted to the side, positioning itself conveniently for my cock to slide in. Dragon superior species trait? Or just Plang being Plang? Either way, a smug pride welled up at being "approved" by her tail—mixed with annoyance at being judged by a damn appendage. Made for a weird mood.
Fucking thing... If it were just a lizard tail, I could've chopped it off... Sigh...
Tsking in lingering regret, I took comfort in finally having free rein over Plang. Spreading her ass with both hands.
My first new asshole since Juyeonhui's anal marathon back in the wuxia world. That time, caught up in the moment, I'd memorized every wrinkle of hers—so Plang's puckered hole looming before me felt fresh and novel.
Still, I don't wanna do that kinda sex with the kids.
Thinking how the fantasy world softened me toward the innocents, I chuckled lightly and lifted Plang's limp lower body into position.
"Hnggg..."
Tucking a small cushion from the bed's corner under her belly made her hips and ass arch up perfectly while prone—served up like a feast. Nodding at the sight, I pulled love gel from my Inventory and slathered it thick on my cock.
Her pussy was starting to glisten from the cool air on her spread cheeks and old memories of play—but since she was asleep, this was just polite sex manners, lest she jolt awake. Damn, I'm such a sweetheart.
Squelch.
Self-praise done, prep complete—my cock finally parted her slick folds and pushed forward.
"Hnguut... ut... wrng...?"
Her body twitched at the familiar-yet-foreign intrusion below. Sleepy grumbles and confusion leaked from her lips. Our house was just us party members—her family—so even mid-slumber, yielding her pussy didn't faze her. Just annoyance at whoever was bothering her tired self. Thanks to her thick skull, but still cute as hell. I paused my thrust, leaned down, and gently stroked her hair.
"Shhh. Easy now."
"Hng... yeah... hee..."
Realizing my voice and the sensation's source, she giggled dopily without opening her eyes—tickled by my whisper in her ear, or pleased that I was personally cock-waking her? She nuzzled deeper into the pillow, beaming. Drunken on sleep, loving my body-blanket warmth, giggling to herself. Fuck. Adorably perfect. Heh.
Her overflowing charm and the tight squeezes at my tip and glans had my lips curling up. Savoring the sweetness while she adjusted.
Stroking her hair until her breaths evened out again, I gripped both horns—one snapped halfway from me but rooted firm, the other intact—and slowly thrust deeper.
"Hnnngh...! Hnngt...! Ut!"
Her head nestled right at my chest like a blanket. Her pleasure-laced moans pierced the pillow; I could picture her face perfectly. Hearing her signature purring between gasps? No need to look—it was video-clear. Feeling her cute reactions, my cock delved steadily, lubricated by her gushing nectar, until it prodded her deep cervix.
Squish. Squish.
"Hnnngh! Ohng! Nng...!"
Plang loved cervix pressure like she was made for it—no pistoning needed. Just my full body weight grinding her womb mouth drew filthy moans from her pillow-muffled mouth that stroked any man's lust. I'd always known it, but her pussy grip was unmatched among my women. Savoring the cock-melting stimulation, I nearly bucked my hips on instinct—but snuffed the urge with a heated sigh.
How much had her dragon bone traits and mana affinity helped me? Boosted my physical limits to embody peak masculinity, skyrocketed my mana compatibility to unleash even taxing Sipdan-geum forms smoothly. Every time I rode her or fucked her raw, Plang was my top contributor to rapid growth.
Recalling those gains, I nodded—honoring my prior vow to reward her.
Whew... This round's concept: recoil-free ejaculation, no-trigger style. Heh.
Her dragon-pussy crush would make it possible. Life's all about challenges. Pleasing her womb while chasing my new feat? Perfect win-win.