As it turned out, “walk around” was a fairly naked euphemism, emphasis on “naked”.
John grunted as he plunged his cock into Ryuko’s tight snatch through a hole she had eagerly torn in her uniform using her claws, gripping her tail like a lever to help maintain a steady rhythm of plumbing the depths of the super slut, his bottom lip clenched between his front teeth. Ryuko moaned beneath him like a bitch in heat, her clawed hands spread wide over his dining room table as she squealed and squirmed with every piston into her propped-open passage. Her eyes were open and unseeing, glazed with a combination of lust and satisfaction at finally getting the dicking her prison had denied her for so long. “Yes Johnny! Fuck me with your johnny! I love Johnny’s johnny!”
“And it loves you!” ‘Johnny’ said with a breathless laugh, picking up the pace slightly in retaliation to her legs pressing closer together. Drawing on his experience with a few girlfriends—though none as eager, sexualized, or just plain fuckable as the reptilian goddess he had in front of him—John released Ryuko’s tail to let it droop over his shoulder, then pressed either hand to her meaty thighs, sliding them forward across her ample butt cheeks and smooth suit-covered midriff to where her breasts were jouncing against the top of the table with every thrust. He worked his hands under their soft, incredible expanse before he found her cloth-covered nipples, then gave them a squeeze that caused her to jerk her torso up, almost slipping his member out of her dripping pussy while he gently twisted and tuned the nubs like an old television. Ryuko cried out in pleasure, practically in John’s ear, while he worked to stir the very head of his prick within her slick entrance.
“I’m—I’m--!” She mumbled, before a full-body shiver sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her body pitching back forward onto the table. John felt the shiver around his pecker as a heat akin to actual dragon’s breath, and with the added stimulation he quickly found himself drawing out before shooting his first load with a thrust of his hips onto the small of Ryuko’s circuitry-covered back. The dragon woman keened in further pleasure as some of his hot spunk landed in the space between her wings, which then twitched gently as if in thanks. John sighed through a wide smile, then stumbled backward like a baby giraffe before the back of his thighs found the couch and he plopped down onto the cushions with no small amount of satisfaction. From a nobody to the boyfriend of a former cyber supervillain turned half-dragon sexpot, given to my custody by one of the hottest, most popular, and sluttiest heroes on the market? This sidekick thing ain’t off to such a bad start. John opened his eyes and looked down at the sound of Ryuko padding softly across his carpet on her hands and knees, her pendulous dragon udders swaying beneath her from within the cleavage window of her outfit. She met his eyes with a mischievous grin, before stopping at his lap and taking his limp length in her mouth, giggling softly at his slight hiss while manipulating it with her tongue in close-eyed bliss.
“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you Ryuko?” He asked playfully, while he reached forward to affectionately rub the material of one of her horns between his fingers.
Ryuko popped the soft penis out of her mouth just long enough to nod her head. “Absolutely!” She said, before sticking out her tongue and snagging the drooping head of his length to continue suckling.
John chuckled softly, and reached for the nearby TV remote. “Do you mind?”
“Mmm-mmm.”
He turned the TV on with a soft click, to the same channel it had been on when he’d left it that morning—the news. “—and here we have popular hero Bandwidth to talk about the safeties of looking both ways before crossing the street. Bandwidth?”
“Hey, thanks! Just so you know everybody, everyone wants to drive safe—but that doesn’t mean everyone can drive safe, not all the time! So even if we have good drivers on our streets 99% of the time, I’m here about the 1%—look both ways, and danger won’t come today!”
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Ryuko asked, having stopped her tonguing ministrations to look at the screen with a dreamy smile.
“You two were close, right?”
Ryuko nodded enthusiastically, moving her mouth momentarily away from his genitals to a position that coincidentally gave him a great view down her costume. “I was a late bloomer, so I didn’t do sucha good job of being the older sister. Saseko had to teach me that it wasn’t weird, or wrong, to feel the way that I did. If it wasn’t for her being there for me like that, I could’ve ended up being a crazy supervillain, or something.”
John nodded, watching the cosmic puzzle pieces coming together. “I see. Well, how about today? Now that you’re out in the world, do you want to become a superhero, like your sister?”
Ryuko answered this with a contemplative expression. “I dunno… What do you think, Johnny?”
“Hey, all I know is that your sister asked me to keep you happy, and that’s what I plan to do. Would being a superhero make you happy?”
Ryuko rested her head against his thigh, her eyes reflecting the light from the TV broadcast. “Do you think I could be a great one? Like Saseko?”
“There are lots of different types of superheroes,” John responded swiftly, keenly aware of the insecurities Ryuko had demonstrated in her other life, “but the important thing is not to compare yourself to someone on her level, not when you’re just starting out.” Grabbing the remote again, John switched a few channels over, springing from one news channel to the next until he found what he was looking for—a bank robbery in progress. “The key is, to start small.”
John felt Ryuko’s jaw clench in determination against his leg, before her head nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it! Let’s go out there, and be just like my little sister!” Ryuko proceeded to grip the couch and push herself up, still a tad wobbly from their session of fucking. “Time to show those robbers what Malware is all about!”
“About that,” John said, raising a single finger as he intended to clean up a loose end, “do you have a favorite stripper name for yourself?”
Ryuko rolled her eyes, as though he were being clearly ridiculous. “Uh, yeah, who doesn’t? Mine is Dragon Peaks. My sister’s is—”
“Hold on there, I don’t need that temptation right now. Let’s go out there, give them hell,” he said, climbing to his feet and giving her a firm smile, “and show them what the superhero Dragon Peaks can do.”
Ryuko blinked again while her bodysuit shimmered, then vanished like a heat mirage. In its place, her forearms and bottom calves were left exposed, revealing how they became jagged and scaly at the elbow and knee, respectively, before terminating in red-and-black scaled claws that looked like they could rend a man in half. Above that, however, was almost nothing to cover up the smooth expanse of her dark Asian skin tone, the view of bronzed flesh stretching unbroken and unimpeded across her shoulders and thighs. Her pelvis was covered in a formation of scales loosely equivalent to the bottom half of a bathing suit, covering up her nether regions with those same black and red scales, that were thickest where her bush would be and thinned out as they stretched across her waist. They terminated entirely at the curve of her hips, and from what John could see when Ryuko turned slightly to the side, there was nothing hiding her bare asshole from the world save for the droop of her dragon tail laying across it. Her breasts were covered in a similar bathing suit-esque configuration of scales, swelling up from the underside of either buoyant mass, firming them up impossibly into a mighty shelf before swelling one extra size for good measure into proper H-cup “peaks”—leaving the deep swell of her expansive cleavage completely untouched, and providing her tented nipples with a smooth scale covering that went a ways toward making them resemble the mountains in question.
“C’mon,” Dragon Peaks said, the horns sprouting out of her forehead stretching up diagonally before sharply turning straight up, while she looked at him with slitted reptilian eyes and a wide, toothy, determined smile. “There’s bad guys to fight!”
Mon Jun 04 05:11:48 2018
Linking Enabled