48. Cecilia's Horns (3)
A dark crimson tyrant soared toward the sky.
It was a supersized pillar that would still protrude even when gripped by the two hands of an adult man. And across its skin, bulging veins writhed as if alive.
"Count... did your dragonkin transformation start from here first...? A human cock can't possibly be this big..."
Cecilia spoke, stunned by the size. But she soon denied it herself.
"Ah, no. That can't be right. The biological tomes in the Demon King's palace say that whether dragonkin or human, cock sizes don't differ..."
"You're right. It was already this big before my demon blood fully awakened."
"I see..."
Even with a dragon's sensibilities, it was a size impossible to accept at face value.
I wondered if she'd been intimidated by my cock, but Cecilia's expression as she stared at it intently was peculiar. Probably much like the one I'd worn while gazing at her horns.
Fear and curiosity. And a budding, not yet fully ripened lust flickered in Cecilia's eyes.
Just then, she knelt between my legs. Finding the sight adorable, I quickened the pace of my strokes on her horns.
"Hngh!"
In that instant, Cecilia let out a moan close to a cry of ecstasy. Her arousal had spiked from the relentless stimulation of her sensitive spot.
Breathing sweet, ragged gasps, she said to me,
"The horns... the horns are sensitive..."
"Then it might be better not to touch them?"
She shook her head vigorously.
"No... they are sensitive, but... your touch is so gentle and tender, Count... haht..."
At her words, I caressed her horns more eagerly. Rubbing with my fingers, stroking, even pressing lightly with some force.
"Heet!! Hngt?! Haa..."
With her erogenous horns stimulated in succession, cute sounds poured from her without end.
And right before her eyes loomed her kin's cock, perfect for touching.
"Haa... then... may I touch your... thing too, Count?"
"Of course."
Her hand reached my cock.
Just as I caressed her horns, Cecilia's touch was tentative and soft as she stroked it.
We'd become each other's handles.
"It's so hard... and firm. Doesn't it hurt when I touch it like this? It's my first time, so... please tell me if it's uncomfortable."
It was amusing to hear such words from a delicate girl who couldn't harm so much as an ant. I stroked her horns as if praising her diligence.
"Hiiing... aaang..."
At first, the sharp jolts from her horn stimulation had made her reactions intense. Now, she was adapting to the caresses, her moans melting into something sweeter.
"No need to worry, Cecilia. Even if you grip it with all your strength, it won't hurt me."
"That's a relief... then I'll make this part of you feel even better..."
She'd seemed startled at first when her hand met my twitching cock. But she was adapting now too. Cecilia's hands grew busier.
Her small hands gripped the shaft, sliding up and down. Unsure of her strength, it was milder than a full handjob.
Compared to Eirin or Lilia...
Still, it had a different flavor from those two. Cecilia was a virgin. The innocent gaze of a country maiden caressed my cock.
And in that gaze, I sensed the dragon blood's instinctive desire for her fated mate.
That fresh curiosity only a virgin could show. Knowing she desired me too only heightened my excitement.
Even her clumsy touch drew pre-cum forth.
My lust aflame from caressing her beautiful horns, a generous amount flowed.
The pre-cum trickled down the shaft to her fingers.
"This is... Cowper's fluid, right?"
At the urethral tip, where pre-cum pooled, Cecilia pressed her index finger.
Feeling its viscosity, she gently rubbed the spot with her fingertip.
A man's most sensitive area. The sharp pleasure made my hips twitch.
"Hua... it's weird... clear and transparent, but... it feels so thick somehow..."
And Cecilia felt it too.
As she said, it was a slightly viscous, watery fluid—but one infused with the Demon King's essence.
True to her demon king lineage, her senses were keen. Contact with that essence suddenly aroused her.
"I feel... strange... it's getting hot... Count... your cock... your dick feels so lovable... hurgh..."
With that, she squeezed my shaft tightly.
Then, toward the urethral tip her finger had just touched, she extended her moist tongue.
***
Cecilia's tongue tip met my glans. Not quite fellatio yet—just a tentative lick, like tasting a candy stick.
*Churup, churup—*
Her saliva-slick tongue began carefully lapping at my glans.
So clumsy.
A bit ticklish. Yet each deliberate stroke carried her sincerity.
"Does it... feel good? *Slurp... chuup...*"
As a virgin, Cecilia couldn't help but feel some aversion to sucking a man's cock. Yet she took it into her mouth without hesitation.
Not just respect for me—it was proof she was aroused too.
Thinking this pure virgin was heating up because of me stirred my lust wildly.
"Not bad at all, Cecilia."
Praising her, I tightened my grip on her horns just a bit. The stimulation made her pull back unwittingly.
"Hikt?! H-horns... haaa..."
Her cheeks flushed deeper. She soon pressed her lips back to my cock.
Those lips and tongue, so small against my massive shaft, worked tirelessly without pause.
Mingled with my pre-cum, her saliva moistened my glans. Cecilia seemed to be growing accustomed to my cock.
But lips and tongue tip alone couldn't satisfy with my girth. She realized it too.
A pondering expression crossed her face. Then, at last, she slipped my glans into her tiny mouth.
In that instant, a warm, soft embrace enveloped my glans.
The plush inner cheeks fully covered it. And Cecilia's tongue at the tip...
It felt utterly different from her external licks. Soaked in saliva, it was stickier, wetter.
The pleasure is on another level.
Licking the glans had been mere play. Now, fully inside her mouth, sensation ignited. Even without movement.
My cock nearly twitched from it. But before this virgin, I wanted to show composure.
Suppressing the thrill, I gripped her horns firmly again instead.
Cecilia began sucking my glans with wet *smacks*.
"*Chup... hoob... chuuup...*"
She seemed to take my grip as a signal. Not wrong—I'd wanted her to start moving her mouth.
Thus began proper fellatio. Oral copulation while clutching her handle-like horns.
A new pleasure impossible with humans. Greater conquest, yet the horns' firmness brought indescribable security.
Maybe... use these horns more.
Her fellatio hadn't advanced beyond the glans yet. She moved diligently, but...
Mental satisfaction outweighed the physical pleasure, which remained wanting.
So, gripping her horns, I gently pulled her face closer.
"Hoob...?"
Not roughly—just guiding more cock into her mouth. Thankfully, she understood.
Her lips passed the glans, kissing the shaft beneath. As contact area grew, so did the pleasure.
"*Chuuup... hoob... chuup...*"
Now true fellatio. I set the rhythm for her awkward efforts.
No deepthroat to burden the virgin. Just enough depth to avoid reflux.
Her love handles—her horns—were making her first fellatio a great experience.
"Hurgh... oob... huuung..."
Growing accustomed, Cecilia unwittingly moaned again.
Her small hands clutched my shaft base. Careful not to graze with teeth, she sucked with cheeks and tongue.
It felt incredible. A synchronized blowjob. Or closer to me puppeteering her.
Alone, she'd have sucked until her jaw ached without making me cum.
Stimulating only low-sensitivity areas dulls the pleasure.
But with handles—no, horns—I controlled the intensity perfectly.
Even a virgin's fellatio built my climax steadily.
Then Cecilia surprised me. She pulled off my sucking cock briefly.
"*Churup... lick... slurp...*"
Extending her tongue long, she slathered saliva down to the root.
Lubrication, huh.
Spot on. With her lewd juices coating it fully, she resumed fellatio.
Glans and upper shaft in her mouth-pussy. Hands milked the saliva-slick remainder.
The combined blow-and-handjob assault made my lower belly heavy.
Caressing her horns tenderly, I said,
"Cecilia. Is it alright to ejaculate in your mouth?"
A declaration of a mouth creampie. Potentially startling, but I explained.
"It's essence brimming with my vital energy... surely a boon for your dragon heart."
She nodded slightly in affirmation.
Truth be told, even without asking, she'd have accepted it. But with permission...
I gripped her horns tighter.
No deep insertion.
Instead, to maximize stimulation on my glans at peak arousal, I rocked her head rapidly back and forth by the horns.
*Squish-squish— smack-smack—*
Cecilia matched my pace. Pleasure surged to the max. Climax gripped by her beloved horns.
I couldn't hold back. My hips bucked hard as thick semen erupted from my cock. Ejaculation began.
*Blub-blub-blub—*
Her mouth filled instantly with viscous white fluid.
***
*Gulp, gulp—*
Fishy and bitter as semen is, animal instinct drove Cecilia to swallow every drop without aversion. My seed was the Demon King's purest essence.
"*Slurp... hoob... lick...*"
Not content, she cleaned the remnants from my cock with her mouth. Perfect aftercare, amplifying the post-orgasm glow.
"Um... excuse me for a moment!"
Fully absorbing the essence, Cecilia dashed to the workshop kitchen. She returned after rinsing her mouth.
Too fishy for a virgin, after all?
But I was wrong. Cecilia explained,
"Your semen, Count... it was packed with vital energy. Far more than purified demon ore..."
Always frail and listless before, she now glowed with healthy vigor. Kissing and saliva contact had helped, but...
Now, the sickly beauty had become a vibrant maiden.
"And it didn't taste strange. But... tasting your semen directly feels odd, so... better to rinse."
Her considerate sweetness was endearing. In other words, she wanted more kisses. Sure enough, she clung to me.
"I want... more kisses."
I'd pulled my pants back on while she was gone. Now she straddled me on the sofa.
Our eyes met, and deep kisses resumed. This time, Cecilia's tongue danced in response.
"Haa... kissing you tastes so sweet..."
Parting briefly, she murmured in a melting voice. Her amber eyes burned with lust no everyday Cecilia could muster.
Like a different person.
My fluids hadn't just invigorated her—they'd awakened her lust.
And above all, our dragon blood bound us.
"And... may I call you oraboni?"
"Do as you like. I'd be delighted."
"As expected of you, Count... no, oraboni. You knew too. We're probably mates bound by dragon blood."
Just as I lusted for her, so did she. Instinctive intimacy for her fated partner.
And like the reliable older man in romance novels she'd read, that's how she saw me.
Though I'm actually younger.
More passionate kisses followed. Naturally, my hands sought her horns and breasts.
Not just breasts—hips and ass too. Our skinship intensified. Restraint grew harder.
I'd planned just kisses to share fluids with Cecilia.
The unexpected fellatio had led to a creampie. That fluid exchange ignited our lusts.
Dragonkin to dragonkin, bodily contact made our existences vivid.
I can't be satisfied. I want to mate with Cecilia... no, fuck her.
But she was a virgin. Even receiving fellatio felt somewhat apologetic. As I hesitated,
Cecilia pulled back from my lips first.
"Huu... haa... Oraboni... I... I want to mate with you!"