Shattering the Dragon's Horn
Without thinking, I gripped Plang's horn even tighter and started slamming my cock brutally into her throat.
"Hoo... fucking love this." I let out a heavy breath, lost in my fantasies, when—crack! A bizarre snapping sound rang in my ears. Unlike before, it felt like her mouth was clamping down on my dick with all its might. Looking down, I saw, "What the hell is this?" One of Plang's horns had snapped off and was dangling limply in my hand. For some reason, her eyes had rolled back, and she was convulsing nonstop. Startled, I let go of her still-intact left horn and watched the situation unfold.
"Sh-shit. What kinda bullshit is this? Why'd the handle break?!" Despite the ongoing pleasure from Plang gnawing at my cock in her spasms, the stylish horn in my hand mocked me, screaming that reality wasn't so sweet.
The right horn... yeah, that's the spot Zeke's greatsword hit today.
"But a narrow-ass greatsword breaks a dragon's horn in one hit?" Gulp! Like some automatic milking machine, Plang's mouth kept working against her will, sucking out my semen. Is this for real?
"Nah, fuck that." My mind must've blanked from the absurd event. I shook my head hard to clear the stray thoughts. What mattered now was Plang's horn. A dragon's horn was, bottom line, pure dragon bone. Even if it was nerfed for a gacha game, that didn't add up. Dragon bones—the staple final boss material in fantasy worlds—were hyped as endgame gear with insane durability and loaded options, right?
I stared back and forth between the trembling Plang and the horn in my hand, dumbfounded.
Maybe... it's based on Zeke's character trait? Zeke from the codex was a "dragon knight." What if that meant a knight who slays dragons, not rides them? If a dragon knight and dragonkin show up in the same gacha pool, it's a solid hypothesis.
Like a 4-star countering a 5-star... that's why they kept dropping limited characters. I nodded to myself, but Plang just kept shaking like a maniac. Looked like she might actually die like this.
Guess I should run the Moonlight Body Purification Technique... Wondering if bedroom arts applied to oral too, I hurriedly circulated my energy—and finally, her tremors eased. Sex stabilizer for the win. Bedroom arts are the best.
Her shaking dropped from level 5 vibes to level 2, turning into just the right stimulation, naturally blending into foreplay.
"Mmm..." A pleased sigh escaped me. With her loving caresses pulling my mind back, I regained some mental slack.
Won't stick back on? I glanced at the cum pooling on the bedsheet around her waist, dripping from her mouth.
Squelch. Squelch. I rubbed the horn's broken end in the semen and tried sticking it back on her head. "Eek!!!" Plop. It popped right off again, Plang flopping like a fresh-caught fish from some stimulus at the stump.
"Holy shit..." I wiped the fallen horn on the sheets with a sigh. How the hell do I explain this aftermath? I could play dumb since I fucked her after drugging, but a broken horn? What do I say when she wakes up? Heh heh, sorry, your handle was weak? Total clusterfuck.
No escape routes left. Fucking dragon bone. Dra...gon bone?
Time seemed to freeze for a second.
Dragon bone?
"...?" Plang looked ridiculous, eyes rolled back, foaming cum and twitching, but in my hand was the symbol of draconic authority—the horn she'd worn her whole life. Tier and Daphne said it served as a magical catalyst and, with its insane hardness, was once a reason for their oppression. Things quieted after Ravina Tower spawned and the gods' oracles let folks farm it there, but dragon byproducts still fetched top dollar. Horns, scales—no part of their supreme bodies lacked value. No wonder Plang was such a smug bitch; it was pride of race...
Anyway, even Tier's frost wolf tail fur or Daphne's elf hair traded for big bucks despite being lesser. So how much was this worth? The horn suddenly felt heavy as lead.
Just in case, I shakily summoned my character window with trembling hands.
I calmly opened the hidden skills tab and pulled up Iron Man. That's when the message popped up.
Iron Man (R.m): It breaks before it bends. Iron Giant: Your skeleton becomes equivalent to a mineral (Undesignated).
Apply material?
"Yes, please." My instant reply made the heavy Plang horn in my grip vanish. At the same time, the floating Iron Man skill window glitched and reformed.
Iron Man (R.m): It breaks before it bends. Iron Giant: Your skeleton becomes equivalent to a mineral (Dragon Bone).
"Grraaahhh!!!" The skill updated, and ants seemed to crawl over my entire body. My frame felt alien from the sudden change, but an omnipotent power crept in opposite that.
"Hoo. Hoo." Breathing steadily, I ran my hand down my arm—mana flowed like a coating over my skin.
"Ha... hahahahaha!!!"
"Gack! Hack!" My booming laugh made Plang choke harder. Looking down at her, thick greed filled my eyes.
One more left, right? My hand instinctively seized her remaining horn.
Crunch. But just for a moment. She hadn't meant to, but she'd given me one horn already. As a man of honor, I had to repay the favor. With a dark smile, I released her horn, pulled my cock from her mouth.
"Guhk! Heeeuk! Koff!" Plang spat cum, gasping wildly.
Aah... yeah, repayment like this is perfect. I straightened her cum-spewing, calming body and slid between her legs. My cock nudged past red pubes and thick labia into her entrance.
Repayment? My love should do it. Nothing happier for a god like me in this world than being loved by me. She'd owe me change. As I slowly pushed in, her hips bucked.
I gripped her slender waist, thrusting deep—her already soaked, heated pussy parted wide.
Her change? Her love for me. With my lips curling up, I slammed to the hilt.
Squelch!
"Hak... eep." Eyes shut, mouth agape, a tiny moan from Plang. Being a game dragonkin, her texture felt alien. If Tier's pussy was soft and warm, Plang's burned hot and gripped firm.
"Fire dragon thing?" It would've been too much before, but now it felt like coming home—perfect pleasure. Maybe from absorbing her horn, her pussy kneaded mercilessly.
By stimulation alone, top among women I'd had.
"Hng..." Her lower body bucked wildly, but her upper—minus drool and cum on her lips—looked princess-like. Feeling her squeeze and heat calmly, I leaned down.
No hymen in sight, unlike humans.
Well, Tier's was super thin too... Can't apply human standards to other races. Hard to imagine haughty Plang fucking anyway—racial trait, probably. Dragon hymen? Laughable even to me.
Anyway, good for me. No need to ease in carefully every time; no membrane meant pound away freely. Looks better too. I prefer carbonara tteokbokki over plain.
"Haa... haat..." Thud! Squelch! Thud! Gripping her graceful hips, snapping my waist—dreamy moans tickled my ear. Her legs soon wrapped my waist. Unconscious pleasure, so honest.
Scraping her stimulating walls, I leaned in—her breasts filled my view. Slurp. Suck. Tongue-rolling her strawberry nipples, nibbling—her pussy clenched harder.
Heat radiating, sweat beaded and glistened her nude in the dark moonlight glow—ecstatic sight.
Shlick. Repaying my love, her sturdy tail coiled around my waist. Difference from Tier? Tail pressure on another level. Normal human? Instant blood.
Scraaape. Scaled tail scraped my back—itchy spice enhancing the fun.
"Hak!.. Hng..." My glans pounded her womb nonstop. She yelped each hit—unlike other women, her spot was the cervix.
Prickly exterior, but shyly hidden deep—her erogenous zone made me chuckle unwittingly.
What a cute little bitch... heh heh.