Her Soft Hands
"Huh...?"
"Yuan, come here."
Dragon pressed her body flush against mine. Even though she'd just stepped out of the bath, her skin was still warm and flushed with heat.
"Put your arms up, Yuan. Your shirt's so big it's covering everything. I won't be able to touch you properly."
"W-wait—"
She stripped my shirt off before I could stop her. Then those pretty hands closed around my cock.
Cool fingers wrapped snug around the hot, throbbing shaft. My whole body jerked.
Her hands were long and elegant, pale as a model's — and for some reason that only made me swell harder in her grip.
I tried to step back, but she held on tight and wouldn't let go.
"This... how should I do it?"
"J-just... I can take care of it myself..."
"You're just going to leave it like this? When it's gotten this big? It's so hot... and it's pounding..."
"Yeah..."
"No... that won't do. You'll be uncomfortable. Let me help."
I should have stopped her. I should have told her it was fine. But there wasn't a trace of malice in those curious eyes — only pure, open interest — and the words wouldn't come.
Slick—
"Like this...? Pulling the skin up and down?"
Slick— slick—
My cock was already weeping precum under her soft touch, so happy it refused to let me refuse her. Her hands felt better than I'd expected — hazy, meltingly good.
"Oh... it's keeping spit out water. How cute..."
She pressed the tip of her thumb against the slit and rubbed in slow, circling strokes.
"Nngh..."
"Yuan, it feels good, doesn't it?"
Her thumb kept working the head in those soft little circles while the rest of her fingers stroked up and down the shaft. Pleasure fogged my thoughts until my head went blank.
"D-Dragon... that's enough..."
"No...! You worked so hard for me. I want to do this for you too."
She looked up at me with those pleading eyes, and turning her down suddenly felt impossible.
"Yuan... heh... that means yes, right? You like this spot the most, don't you?"
She made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and worked it into the sensitive groove just under the head, pressing and rubbing with deliberate care.
"Nn... nngh..."
"Ehehe..."
She looked delighted to have found my weak spot.
Stroke— stroke— stroke— stroke— ♡
Her left hand pumped steadily. On the downstroke she loosened her grip; on the upstroke she squeezed tight and dragged all the way to the tip.
"W-wait a sec—"
A sweet, floating happiness filled my head. Those long, cool fingers were more stimulation than my cock had bargained for.
"Yuan... it feels good, doesn't it...?"
Precum kept spilling out. I didn't answer, but she already knew — she just smiled that soft little smile.
Slick— slick— slick— slick— ♡
Her hand never stopped moving.
"I'll use this hand too... ♡"
Her right hand curled around the slick, precum-soaked head and began to rub it in gentle circles.
"Ugh... th-this feels... weird..."
Sharp, direct pleasure spiked through the glans and lit every nerve in my body on fire.
Rub-rub-rub-rub-rub ♡
That hypersensitive head, worked over and over by a hand dripping with precum — I couldn't take it.
"W-wait... I'm gonna come..."
Her left hand kept stroking the shaft; her right tormented the tip without mercy.
"Go ahead and feel better, Yuan. It's okay."
But if I came like this... it would land all over her face. I didn't want that—
Stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke ♡♡
Her hands only moved faster.
Stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke ♡♡
Sweet pleasure unspooled through my hips until my legs went soft.
"Come for me, Yuan. Come... ♡"
My cock swelled to its limit—
Throb-throb-throb— ♡
Pulse... spurt— ♡
Thick, clotted ropes of cum erupted in heavy surges.
"...!?"
The ropes splattered across Dragon's face in wet, messy streaks.
Throb-throb-throb— ♡
She squeezed tight and milked out every last drop still left in the shaft.
Her beautiful face was painted with it — long lashes, trembling eyelids, that pretty nose and those lips, all of it.
"I-I'm so sorry...! Let me clean you off right—"
"Haah— ♡ Mmm... delicious."
She scooped some off her cheek with a finger, tasted it, and looked thoroughly satisfied.
"Slurp... ♡ Mmm... suck, suck..."
She loaded her fingers with thick globs and licked them clean with slow, greedy little sucks.
"Th-that's dirty...! Wash it off, hurry...!"
Even through my panic she only grinned, smearing more across several fingers and greedily sucking them clean.
"Hurry!!"
At my shout she finally seemed to get the message, giggling as she rinsed her face in the stream. Once she was clean, she scooped up water and washed my cock for me.
"I-I can do that myself..."
"Hehe..."
She turned my softened cock this way and that, cleaning every inch — even peeling back the foreskin to rinse the sensitive head. One orgasm had been enough to settle the erection, thankfully. Maybe because I'd already jerked off twice yesterday.
I looked up. The sun was sinking, the sky split half blue and half sunset gold.
It was already evening.
"Dragon, I'll make dinner. That venison steak from this morning... it's gone cold, so it won't taste good anymore. I'll cook something new for you."
I said it while gathering the clothes scattered on the ground and pulling them back on.
"I'd like that, Yuan."
She smiled, stepped in close, and gathered me gently into her arms — the same bridal carry as before. Then she headed for the cave.
By the time we reached the cave, the outside air was already cooling. The forest always settled into this temperature at evening — the heat of the day fading, a coolness seeping through the leaves and brushing the skin.
"Just wait a little. I'll have it ready soon."
I said that and headed for the cooking space. The embers in the fire pit were still alive, if a little weaker than before.
"It's fine. You don't need to use your power."
I stopped her with a hand when she started to summon flame.
"If I just add a little more wood—"
I laid a few more sticks on and coaxed the fire back up. Dragon sat quietly on a rock and waited for me, saying nothing, just watching with that soft little smile.
The more I looked at her, the prettier she was. And the thought of that face covered in my cum just a little while ago—
Twitch.
Ah. I barely managed to keep myself from getting hard again. She probably hadn't noticed.
Anyway... her color looked good. Before, she'd always been flushed and sweating, struggling. Now that I'd helped with her drive, her face was calm. I was glad.
I focused on the cooking.
First, a salad of mixed berries. I pulled out the ones she'd gathered earlier — deep purple, red, pale green. Rinsed them once and settled them into a small wooden bowl. I tore in a few mild, edible leaves by hand; they were soft enough not to need a knife. Last, a little juice squeezed from a fig. A light sweetness rose up, with just a hint of tartness.
"Sweet and sour. Should be good."
I muttered it to myself and set the bowl aside.
Next, venison stew. I took out the remaining chunks of meat and cut them large — not too small, so there'd still be something to chew. I set a stone pot over the fire and poured in water first. While it heated, I crushed herbs between my fingers and dropped them in. Common forest herbs, but they softened the gamey edge of the meat. When the water came to a boil I eased the meat in. A soft hiss as the surface began to cook.
Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop.
On the cutting board I diced carrot, potato, and onion into even pieces, then tipped them into the pot. I lowered the flame and stirred slowly with a wooden spoon. Boil it too hard and the meat turns tough.
While the stew simmered, a warm smell filled the cave — meat and herbs and earth, the scent of a forest evening. I stirred once more and set the lid on the pot. A little later I plated the berry salad and took the stew off the fire.
"Dragon, it's ready."
She stood and came over.
"It's nothing too fancy, bu—"
She pulled me into a tight, affectionate hug. Soft body against mine, spreading warmth. My face sank into those full, yielding breasts.
"Thank you, Yuan. Always."
That whisper against my ear made my whole body shiver. Ah — almost hard again. I carefully settled myself, set the salad and stew side by side on the wooden table, and sat down. Once she saw I was seated, Dragon took the place across from me. And she only picked up her own spoon after she'd watched me take the first bite of stew.
She really was kind. I could feel those pretty eyes roaming over me the whole time, but that was fine. It couldn't be helped. She was a dragon.
"Um... Dragon..."
I called to her carefully in the middle of the meal. There was something I'd been wanting to ask for a while.
"About last time... I didn't get you pregnant, did I?"
She thought for a moment, then spoke.
"Ah. I never showed you, did I."
She rummaged through a chest, pulled out something shaped like a small bottle, dripped her own saliva into it, and pointed to the blue stone in the center — which showed no change at all.
"What... is that?"
"Ah, you might not know. It's a Pregnancy Test. You put saliva in, and if the stone lights up you're pregnant. If it doesn't, you're not."
"Ah..."
That was a relief.
"You can relax, Yuan. The odds of interspecies pregnancy are under one percent — vanishingly small."
She said it with a smile, then her expression shifted toward apology.
"I'm... sorry, Yuan... When do you think your ankle will heal...?"
"It's fine. Don't worry about it anymore. I already forgave you, didn't I?"
She gave a shy little smile and nodded. But I could still feel the guilt in that smile, so I gently took her hand.
"I told you — everyone makes mistakes. It's okay now, Dragon. You don't have to keep apologizing."
"Th-that's... ♡"
I'd expected her to look relieved. Instead her face twisted a little. Her ears had gone red.
What?
"I... got turned on again..."
"Huh...?"
Don't tell me — just from holding her hand?
"I like you so much, Yuan... my body's heating up again and everything feels... strange... ♡"
I'd already helped her this afternoon, and she was already like this again. Dragons really were nothing like humans.
"I-I'm sorry... my head's getting so hot... ♡ Hnn... ♡"
She stood and started pacing the cave, restless, like she was trying to cool her head — trying somehow to force that boiling lust back down. But clear slick was already running in long trails down those pale thighs.