Plang's Instant Orgasm Button
With a mix of curiosity and amusement, I reaffirmed my resolve and readjusted my grip on Plang's horns, fine-tuning the hold.
First off, since she likes it kneaded deep, I should go for a slow thrusting rhythm—not completely recoil-free, but easing in bit by bit, right?
Deep down, I yearned to be a machine that just blasted cum without any effort, like a no-frills ejaculation device. But how many women would truly be satisfied with such one-sided pounding? Sure, ideas flooded my mind: slamming in deep and resizing my cock, lavishing her other erogenous zones with full attention, or every wild trick in the book. Still, I sighed at the hassle—was it really worth the effort? Settling on my initial plan, I began a slow, upward press of the glans against her cervix.
"Hngh...! Urgh! Kk!"
"Feels good?"
"Y-yeah...! Eut!"
She loved this position the most, so with her sleepiness mostly shaken off, she nodded into the pillow at my question. I didn't particularly love hearing a grown woman slur like a kid, but tastes vary by time and place. A naked adult woman, squished flat beneath me, moaning in delight as my cock battered her cervix? Hard to hate that.
Sensing the eager stickiness creeping into Plang's voice, I let out a pleased chuckle and started moving my hips in earnest. My cock was already buried to the hilt in her pussy, and now my hips descended like a snail's crawl—slow and deliberate. Unlike the plush, yielding walls of her vagina, the cervix's tougher barrier pressed unyieldingly against my glans. For a normal human, violating a dragonkin's—let alone a superior species'—innards like this would be impossible. But with my matching durability and superior strength, my glans acted like a siege ram, relentlessly shoving aside that steadfast gate with each hip thrust.
"Ooguk...! Wup! Hauk!"
Plang let out weird, strangled moans from the physiological revulsion and alien pressure of my full-body force compressing her insides. These fantasy world women showered me with pure love and trust without a speck of doubt, so I never felt like roughing them up. Suddenly worried I'd gone too far, I glanced down anxiously—only to see her dazed, unfocused eyes, slack jaw drooling onto the pillow, soaking it. False alarm. Relief washed over me with a sigh.
Thanks to my abilities crafting these worlds, no matter which one I roamed, I made a hobby of collecting lore, settings, Easter eggs—you name it. I'd dug deep into this fantasy realm too. Yet the current scene baffled me. I tilted my head.
Tier loves it when I supersize my cock to absurd levels... Are non-humans just wired this way? Or did the otaku devs warp their character traits into full-on ero-manga pervs?
Recalling the R-18 tidbits from taverns or brothels I'd passed through, it felt like my girls were uniquely slutty. Tier and Daphne were high-rarity picks; Plang beneath me now, quivering like mad, was a market download exclusive. Were all my women tailor-made for otaku bait—peerless, one-of-a-kind characters?
If so, I gotta collect every special one like this from here on out...
Remembering how the game boards lambasted the devs after my gacha rampage—turning a praised, user-friendly title into a punching bag—I doubted more eye-catchers like my harem would drop. Still, no way I'd let potential gems slip to some guild master trash like that demon king Zeke who'd gotten offed. Better safe than sorry.
"Kkeuuk! Uhheut! Heuk!"
Lost in my rambling thoughts, nodding to myself, Plang's desperate, pleading moans snapped me back from my embrace. I'd meant to tease her cervix with gentle, repetitive nudges for pleasure, but I'd accidentally pushed her to her limit. Realizing my mistake, I whispered soothing breaths into her ear like a lullaby, halted my advancing hips, and slowly lifted my ass.
"Hoot...! Heuh... Hek...!"
Her crushed womb reclaiming its space, Plang savored the afterglow, panting raggedly as the oppressive fullness eased.
Sure, the odd pause from my weird musings stretched the rhythm, but overall? One full cycle of hilt-deep thrusting. Compressing her womb was fun, but so was grinding the cervix like she craved—and for that sinful, egg-impregnated look when I first took her, direct creampies into the womb were a must to sate my lust. Visions of Plang's erotic poses fueled a rigid sense of duty; my head nodded, my cock throbbed harder.
As she huffed, her disheveled red hair cascaded down, revealing a strikingly deep crimson scale at the nape of her neck. She loved cuddling and kissing, so doggy wasn't her thing—and sex left no room for nitpicking details anyway. Now it caught my eye: this alien scale. Unlike the glossy, cool crimson ones dotting her body, this one was matte, almost blackish-purple—barely qualifying as "red."
Its utter otherness screamed health red flag. Racking my brain, nothing came up beyond her shattered horns crippling her powers once. She was strong, responsive—no issues there. As I puzzled with gentle hip rolls, sending pleasant tingles to her womb, a flash of insight hit. I slammed my cock deep and unleashed a load into her womb.
Byururuk! Splurt! Byururuk!
"Kkeuhuuuk!!!"
Her belly subtly swelled from the direct womb shot, but with my cum volume and plans to flood her all night, it was hardly noteworthy. Embracing her shuddering form, grinding my cock idly, I pondered on.
Is this... her reverse scale?
Dragons in myths always had a fatal weak spot: Eastern ones with reverse scales, Western with a single missing scale. Devs probably drooled more over the former—rarer loot like "Reverse Scale" from boss drops, scarcer than the four special bits from killing dragon whelps.
Greed stirred at the prize before me, but knowing zilch about her race beyond horns, coveting what could literally endanger her life felt wrong for a husband. Bitter smile, heavy sigh—I debated, then, guilt-ridden for even thinking it briefly, extended my tongue to her reverse scale in apology.
Lick.
A simple swipe up the matte, dark-red scale to atone for my naughty thoughts. But the reaction? Beyond imagination.
Pssshhhh!
Normally, face-down, even piss would just trickle quietly—but this? A firehose blast, pussy clamping like a vice, insane convulsions. Plang shook like a leaf for ages before passing out cold.
"Ch-cheat... orgasm button!"