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A thin ray of sunlight beamed between the curtains of Shouta's bedroom, shining upon the young man's face. His green eyes opened to greet the new day, but his body was so overexerted from the day before that he couldn't bring himself to get out of bed.
Yesterday was the day he had graduated from high school at the top of his class. Once he was handed his diploma and tossed his cap, he had spent the greater part of the day celebrating with his friends, and after that, his parents had treated him to a nice dinner. They had expressed how proud they were of him for securing enrollment in one of the country's most elite universities, the very same one where his parents were alumni.
About halfway through the meal, his parents apologized as they explained that they had accidentally scheduled their vacation to begin the very next day. They had booked a stay on a week-long cruise that departed tomorrow morning, and it was too late to purchase additional tickets for him to join them, but Shouta assured them that it was perfectly fine. While a cruise sounded nice, a week at home as the ‘man of the house’ sounded even better. He could think of no better time to sort his thoughts before moving out for school.
Since it was already morning, his parents were likely boarding the ship by now, their departure not far behind. The house was left eerily quiet, the distinct lack of morning news or dishes being washed making it feel far more empty than Shouta had anticipated.
Only then did the realization of freedom hit him. He no longer had entrance exams to worry about, university didn't start for another couple of months, and he had the entire house all to himself. Shouta had spent his entire life being the careful and studious type, but now that he no longer had any deadlines to meet or terms he needed to memorize, he could finally do what he wanted to do. To inaugurate his first day as a high school graduate, he decided that his favorite bowl of cereal combined with classic cartoons was a perfect way to celebrate his freedom.
When he shifted his body forward to get out of bed, he found himself unable to move. When he struggled a bit to feel out his surroundings, he immediately realized why he was stuck. For the first time in many years, Lucoa was in his bed, hugging him from behind as if he was a stuffed animal. While her hold around his torso was firm, what actually kept him pinned in place was a combination of her legs locking around his own, and her enormous tits cushioning either side of his head.
Also, she was naked. Because of course she was.
“Good morning, Shouta-kun! How does it feel to be a ‘real man’?” Lucoa cooed, nuzzling her cheek into the top of his head. If one were to combine all the features and proportions female pornstars strived to achieve, then double them, one would get a pretty good idea of Lucoa's body type. With each breast greatly surpassing the size of her own head and her hips beating out the width of her shoulders, she had the most exaggerated hourglass figure in all of Japan. For as long as Lucoa had been living with his family, several men would trip, fall and crash as a result of staring at her body for too long, so she would often stay at home, sparing the unsuspecting townsfolk.
“Since when did you start sleeping in my bed again?” Shouta yelped, trying and failing to wiggle free from her iron grasp. While almost everything about Lucoa was big, Shouta made the perfect counterpart by being almost as short as the night he had summoned her. While most of his peers had grown taller over the years, he had remained mostly the same, only going up a single clothing size since entering middle school. Lucoa liked to call him her ‘short king’, which he guessed was supposed to be endearing, but it felt like she was still treating him like a kid.
“Hoh? Shouta, don't tell me you've forgotten about our arrangement!”
“Arrangement? What arrangement?”
“Hm-hmm, so you did forget.” Lucoa said it like she was sad, but that relaxed smile never left her face. “Don't you remember how fussy you used to get whenever I slipped into bed with you?”
“I'm starting to...” The hold around Shouta loosened enough so that he could at least turn his head to face her constantly-closed eyes.
“One day, when you were especially upset, you snapped at me. You said ‘Wait until I’m a real man, then you’ll see who’s in charge!’” Lucoa’s smile faltered, if only a little bit. “I was a little hurt at first, but then I did some research using the internet to see what it means for a human boy to become a man.” Right when Shouta attempted to scamper free mid-explanation, her hug tightened and her smile returned. “Now that you’re eighteen years old and ready for university, we can start sharing a bed again! It’ll be just like old times!”
“Yeah,” Shouta groaned, realizing that his own words had come back to bite him, “Just like old times…”
There had been a point in time where Lucoa had suddenly stopped invading his bedroom during the night. He had always wondered why, not out of concern, but to repeat whatever he did in case she ever fell back into her old ways. Even though she had never stopped flirting with him entirely, she had respected his boundaries until his conditions were met. But now that he was an adult, and with his parents gone for a week, he had completely run out of excuses to dodge her advances.
“Come on, now. Aren't you even a little bit curious?” She brought her hands up to the sides of her breasts and began massaging them, squishing their incredible masses around Shouta's purple bedhead. “I can see you're enjoying this. Why don't you let me handle that dragon-sized monster you think you're hiding from me?~” She used one of her long, soft legs to nudge between Shouta's legs, where his pajama bottoms barely contained the treasure she sought.
“Tch! I should've known!” While he hadn't advanced much in terms of height, there were two areas where Shouta had grown considerably: His magic, and his junk. His knowledge of the arcane and his artful potion making made him one of the most well-known rising mages in the country. On the other hand, having a penis longer and thicker than himself, not to mention balls that matched his own body in size and weight, was more of a curse than a blessing. His mastery of compression magic as a teenager came more from necessity than curiosity, and putting time aside to address the issue directly had been a struggle with his busy schedule. But now that he had all the time he could ask for, a golden opportunity was presenting itself, and that opportunity was currently moving her hands down to his pants.
“C'mon, let me seeee.~” Lucoa hummed as she attempted to fish Shouta's cock out of his pants, which were already starting to tear. “It’s been so long since I've seen it up close. I wonder how big it's gotten?~”
“*hah…*hah*...” Shouta's breathing staggered as Lucoa continued to pull his pajama bottoms down, the reality of what was happening finally setting in. While he and Lucoa had seen each other naked literally hundreds of times (nearly entirely due to her own advances on him), it had always been related to baths, sleeping, or some other lighthearted teasing, but this was different. For as long as he could remember, Shouta had been turning down Lucoa's advances, but now that he was an adult, he figured that it was time to stop running and face her head-on.
In that moment of determination, the side of Lucoa's hand brushed against his penis, giving the organ all the motivation it needed to tear Shouta's pants to shreds.
“...Oh my.” Lucoa's eyes finally opened, her mismatched eyes going wide at the sight in front of her. She also loosened her hold around Shouta enough where he could finally break free, jumping out of bed and onto his feet in one smooth motion. After being smothered for so long, the first thing he did was tear himself out of his too-warm pajama shirt before kicking off what remained of his pants.
“*Guh*…*huh*…” Now free from his stifling clothes, he was now as nude as his seductress, who had dropped her casual facade to gawk at his naked form.
His package hung heavily from between his legs, the finger-thick veins running along the length of his cock pulsating every time his ballsack clenched. His nuts churned with their overstuffed loads, the isolated tides within roaring to unleash what Shouta had stored for so long. He could see his breath when he exhaled, his internal body temperature rising to meet the heat that only a dragon could dish out. Lucoa’s identity as a former dragon goddess had come to light years ago, but he still believed that she had some succubus in her lineage, and thus continued to treat her like one to this day. He had heard that latent talent can impact a magic-user’s growth in strange ways, but deep down, he always suspected that Lucoa had done something to keep him short but hung for her own perverse kicks. If anything, this whole plan she had to seduce him the moment he became a ‘real man’ only furthered his suspicions.
When the signals from his groin finally reached his brain, he turned so that his turgid fuckpole was aiming straight at Lucoa, who was kneeling on his bed, watching him like a deer in headlights. Her womb was throbbing, her hips lurching forward involuntarily as they were magnetized to his body. No longer did he view her as the master of being a tease, but instead as the woman who was going to take responsibility for her years of torment.
Without needing any guidance, Lucoa began crawling on her hands and knees towards the edge of the bed, her pendulous breasts swaying with every motion. Even though she had now closed her eyes, the blush creeping across her face told Shouta that she was no less entranced. He watched as her nose twitched every few seconds, unsure if she used her sense of smell to ‘see’, or if she was just being a pervert.
When her palms rested on the edge of the mattress, her plush lips centimeters away from the pre-drooling head of Shouta’s enormous cock, she swallowed the saliva that had pooled under her tongue. She tilted her head up, sensing a powerful lust behind his eyes, one that could be dangerous if left unchecked. As his humble familiar, she was more than happy to take responsibility, but only if he commanded it. “M-May I really…?”
With a sneer curling his lips, Shouta spat back. “You had better.”
A wide smile overtaking her face, Lucoa happily leaned forward and gave his cocktip a long, drawn-out kiss, ending it with a loud *MMMMWAAH*! The taste it left on her tongue immediately made her mouth flood with salivation, her body immediately demanding more than a mere sample. Instead of a kiss, she went back with her mouth open and tongue sticking out, shoving as much of Shouta's dick into her mouth as humanly possible. When that barely got the tip past her teeth, she shoved as much cock into her throat as draconically possible, which ended up fitting far more with each *GAWK* *GAWK* *GAWK*. Within moments, she had crammed enough cock in her throat to the point where her neck bulged all the way down to her collarbone. Lucoa was out of practice, but she was proud to still be ‘popping fresh’ enough to pleasure her lover.
This, however, still left over half of Shouta’s cock unsucked, which was absolutely unacceptable.
Grabbing onto her curved horns, Shouta leapt off the ground and thrusted his hips forward at the same time, shoving the rest of his fucklog down her throat before his legs locked behind her head. Still on her hands and knees, Lucoa gagged in surprise when she not only felt his cockhead breach into her stomach, but also his wrecking ball nuts slap against her bare breasts. Fortunately for her, she was able to go a long time without breathing, otherwise what came next might have been too much for her.
Like a well-piled piston, Shouta plugged his cock in and out of her throat so fast that his movements became a blur. Right when Lucoa was given the tiniest bit of breathing room, he slammed his hips back down, reminding her of her place. Each thrust forward spanked her tits with his cum tanks, while his body-dwarfing breeding-rod created a bulge that started under her chin and ran aaaaall the way down to her belly button. This had been a long time coming, and she was going to see to it that Shouta spent a long time cumming.
Lucoa’s sloppy suckjob had continued all morning and went well past noon, Shouta skipping breakfast and lunch entirely so he could dutifully feed his bimbo dragon. After keeping himself backed-up for so long, he had nearly forgotten what it was like to give himself release. But when his carnal lust combined with the incredible heat of a dragon's insides, not even the most durable human had any hope of lasting much longer. With a flex of his arm, leg, and back muscles, Shouta's balls rose to the base of his cock and flooded his cumchute with the burdens Lucoa had volunteered to accept.
*BLOOOOORSH*
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSH*
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRSH*
Lucoa's stomach bloated with Shouta's load, instantly expanding her belly to make it look like she was about to have quintuplets–and that was only the first shot. She would have grown even bigger had it not been for her draconic biology, which allowed her body to rapidly break down any consumed matter, especially if it was imbued with the mana of a powerful magic-user. To Lucoa, Shouta’s semen was a delicacy that she wanted to cherish, one she wished he would’ve allowed her to taste instead of bypassing her tongue entirely. She would have requested it herself, but knowing Shouta, he would likely never indulge her if she did, so she held firm as her body processed his climax as fast as it could.
By the time his orgasm began to die down, Shouta was already pulling out, climbing off her face and onto the bed as he semi-soft penis *SCHLLLLLUCKED* its way out of her throat, until it finally came free with a wet *PLOP*. Thin strings of throat slime mixed with mana-soaked semen glistened in the afternoon sunlight before most snapped under their own weight, while the rest were broken by Lucoa’s heavy breathing.
She hadn’t expected him to have enough endurance to go beyond a few minutes, especially for his first time, but being able to go all morning exceeded anything she thought humans were capable of. Not to mention that his seed was so potent with magic that it actually restored Lucoa’s mana reserves, which was unprecedented even for a talented mage. She had always known that Shouta was special, but for him to be this attuned with magic meant that she was dealing with some kind of prodigy. It excited her, but the idea that she could get hooked on this sort of treatment made her worry that she was falling back into her old habits.
While Lucoa was regaining her breath, Shouta had walked his way around her curvy body until he was standing behind her ginormous dumptruck of an ass. Without warning, he hopped up onto Lucoa’s double-wide bubble-butt, holding onto her cheeks with his arms and legs like some spider-themed superhero. His cock lurched between her legs, under her stomach, through her cleavage and came out the other side, nearly bumping her in the chin. The dragon gulped at his incredible reach, and when he began to pull back, aligning his tip with the ring of her sphincter, she bit her lip in anticipation.
She shrieked with delight when Shouta’s cock penetrated her ass, his cockhead barreling through her guts until it reached her stomach again, but this time from the opposite direction. By the time his waist met her ass, his giant erection was bulging out her midsection, the distention pushing between her breasts and sticking out in front of her face. Now that he was firmly nestled within her guts, he tightened his hold on her titanic buttcheeks, reared his hips back, and began fucking her ass like a real man should.
When Shouta lurched forward, his humungous giganuts clapped loudly against the backs of Lucoa’s thighs, gallons of cum sloshing around within the oblong cum factories. Their incredible heft nearly pushed Lucoa off the bed, but her hands, knees, and heaving mega titties kept her anchored in place. His hands and feet sunk into the dragon’s extra soft asscheeks, making it easier for him to lock himself into place as he continued to *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* away at Lucoa’s dumptruck. Every time his hips would hammer down, the elasticity of her bootycheeks bounced him back like a trampoline, sending his waist as far back as his position would allow before it came back to slam home and repeat the process.
When his balls clenched to his groin and his orgasm came, the sound was mostly suppressed by dense dragon ass, filling her up with muffled *glorp* *glorp* *glorp* sounds. Once again her stomach began to swell with Shouta’s back-up jizz, taking in multiple liters per second, slightly more than her body could handle. The excess that couldn’t be processed in time began to rise up her esophagus, rushing up like lava in a volcano ready to erupt, so Lucoa quickly slapped a hand to her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out and a little bit had made it past the corners of her mouth, but a hard swallow kept it all down where it belonged.
When his climax had finally started to die down, giving Lucoa’s body time to absorb his cum as sustenance, Shouta had already resumed thrusting. His cum-stuffed testicles were far from empty, and her ass hadn’t nearly received the due punishment it deserved, so he got himself hard again and kept on screwing her. Lucoa was surprised that such a little guy could have so much stamina, but as his dutiful familiar, it was her job to see her role through to the end, no matter how long it would take.
Only when the sun began to set did Shouta’s relentless ass-ault upon Lucoa’s backside begin to subside, mostly because his weak arms and legs demanded a break.
As he began to pull out, Lucoa was left face-down and ass-up, her own arms having given out a couple hours ago, her body resting atop her colossal breasts. Her tits were pancaked between her chest and the bed, which the bulge in her belly kept punching into at the height of Shouta’s thrusts. She had been stuffed with so much mage cum that her body had struggled to keep up with it all, causing some to travel up her esophagus and seep through her gritted teeth. But now that he was withdrawing his member with a wet *SCHHHLLLICCK*, her body was able to catch up. By the time his cockhead plopped free, her body was back to its perfect hourglass figure.
Before she had a chance to rest, Shouta pushed Lucoa onto her side, then nudged her over to position her on her back. He put his small hands to her knees and spread them apart, his cock rehardening at the sight of Lucoa’s legs spread wide and her pussy on full display. With his concubine in place, Shouta placed a foot on one of her thighs before doing the same to the other, using her body like a foothold to look down at her. He put a hand to his groin, aiming the tip of his goliath fuckstick so that it was pointing straight down at Lucoa’s pussy. All he needed to do was let his weight drop, and the head of his penis would plunge into her vagina and bottom out in the back of her womb in an instant.
“W-W-W-Wait, Shouta! Hold on a minute!” Lucoa held her hands out, her massive mammaries, squishing together between her biceps. “Look out the window, it’s already nighttime! I’ve been having fun with you, but don’t you need to eat or drink?”
“Oh, you want me to take a break, huh?” Shouta asked sarcastically, leaning forward to cast a comically small shadow over the great Quetzalcoatl. “Isn't this what you wanted? For me to stay small forever while all my growth goes down here?” He highlighted his words by bending his knees, allowing his penis to start spreading her labia. “Admit it, you made me this way! You turned my body into a walking sex doll for your own sick pleasures! You probably slipped some kind of evil potion in my tea, or planted a curse on me while I was sleeping! You did it, didn't you? Didn't you!?” He pointed an accusatory finger right at her face, his arm shaking from all the pent-up resentment he held against her for messing with his body. But…
“Shouta-kun, baby…” Lucoa brought one of her hands to his pointing finger, holding onto him like one does when there's shocking news to deliver. “I've never done anything to mess with your body. The reason that you're so short and well-endowed isn't because you were poisoned or cursed,” her fingers delicately made their way between Shouta's making it so they were holding hands as both her eyes peeked open, “It’s because you are blessed.”
Shouta couldn't speak, the sheer audacity of her words stunning him. When he came to, his response was exactly what Lucoa was hoping for.
“Shut the hell up, succubus-dragon!” With those parting words, Shouta let his legs give out, sending his cockhead into Lucoa's snug pussy until his balls met her asscheeks with a loud *SLAP*.
In her past, Lucoa had withstood fireballs, lightning strikes, and concentrated bursts of pure energy, but none of those had knocked the wind out of her quite like this. He had rocketed his way into her womb in a single thrust, distending her belly so far that the bulge shot between the valley of her boobs and came out the other side, where Lucoa would kiss the tip through her own skin. Pulling out of her was a challenge, her walls fighting to keep him inside while he struggled to lift the staggering weight of his own testicles. But when only his tip remained immersed within her folds, he let himself crash down again, ravaging the inside of Lucoa's velvety-soft womb.
Still craving more power, more control over this woman, Shouta grabbed one of Lucoa's pink areolas and shoved it into his mouth, biting and sucking on the soft and squishy teat. Lucoa threw her head back, the feeling of her marshmallowy nipple being treated like a chew toy numbing her mind, her fingers and toes curling every time he rolled her nub between his teeth. Her head thrashed to and fro as he continued his nipple nibbling, until—
“MMMMPHH!?” Releasing Lucoa's tit from his mouth, Shouta smacked his lips together to confirm what had sprayed the inside of his mouth like a broken pipe. When he realized what it was, his eyes went wide and ceased his thrusting. “I knew it…”
Shouta reached both of his tiny hands forward, taking both of Lucoa's nipples between his fingertips and squeezing them hard. Sure enough, white drops of liquid began beading through the many tiny ducts of her nipple. Lucoa's breathing hitched, and though her expression was a mixture of flushed and flustered, she cleverly hid her Cheshire smile.
“I KNEW THESE THINGS WERE FILLED WITH MILK!” Shouta shouted before taking her lactating nipples and shoving them into his mouth, sucking the dairy right out of her. He reared his head back to extract even more dragon milk straight from the tap, his lips creating a vacuum-tight seal as he pulled her humungous udders until they looked like side-by-side torpedoes. Right when it looked like he was about to lift her back off the bed, he allowed himself to come crashing down, burying his face in her tittymeat as he resumed his humping.
“HoOoOoOoOh!” Lucoa's wails shifted in pitch every time Shouta plunged into her, and every tug at her nipples made her shift, squirm, and thrash beneath him.
A sense of faux-motherhood had allowed her chest to perpetually swell with milk, a fact that she used to tease Shouta with, but she had never expected him to attack her reserves so ravenously. Her lack of attention to her nipples had caused them to become extra sensitive, making it so that even the gentlest touch would cause her to squirt streams of milk from her breasts. With the level of abuse Shouta was giving them, he was easily downing several cups worth of fresh Lucoa milk every few seconds, further fueling his lust like a perpetual sex machine.
Lucoa’s long, beautiful legs cross behind Shouta’s lower back to lock him in place, reducing his ability to pull back but making his thrusts come faster. One of her hands tenderly moved his head to stroke him, combing her fingers through his purple hair as he continued to pound her pussy and chug her milk like a champ. Her belly bulged immensely at the height of each thrust, his cock distending her womb to new limits every time he bottomed out, stretching it out to make room for everything he was about to dump inside. Her uterine walls hugged and smothered Shouta’s immense member, her cervix clenching to retain his length inside her womb instead of trying to force it out like it should. Maybe Lucoa had more control over her body than he thought, or maybe she just knew that his orgasm was about to splashdown in her babymaker.
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRSH*
Shouta bit down as he came, chomping on Lucoa’s nipples so hard that she wailed in ecstasy. Milk flooded his mouth as cum flooded her womb, exchanging immense amounts of the whitish fluids their respective bodies craved. Hot cum pouring into her womb like a geyser made Lucoa squeal with glee, her belly ballooning outwards to accommodate it all, pushing up against the short young man responsible, but that didn't stop him from drinking from her. As her dragon biology kicked in and his climax began to subside, her belly shrank back down to normal, lowering Shouta back down where Lucoa could hold him in her arms. At first he furrowed his brow and tried ignoring her, but when she pushed his face further into her chest, forcing her nipples to release even more milk into his mouth as she stroked his hair. In that moment, both his mind and body were finally able to relax.
For the first time since graduating, Shouta felt uneasy about his future. Even if it came from a haze of fuckmusk and breastmilk, he realized that moving forward also meant leaving the past behind. He had his education, social life, and magical talents all lined up, but now that he had gotten a taste of Lucoa’s curvy body, he struggled to think of a future without her. She had become such an integral part of his life, and now that he had finally given into his base desires, he had come to realize how precious his time with her had been. So instead of jumping right back into fucking her, Shouta allowed her to continue petting his head, over four feet of thick, throbbing cock still in her pussy and two oversized nipples still gushing milk into his mouth.
With a newfound resolve to make the most out of the time they had left, Shouta redoubled his efforts, sucking and screwing his dragon familiar well beyond sunset and into the night. Then they did it all over again the next day.
And the next day.
And the day after that.
They took a short break, and then did it again later that same day.
And the next day.
And the—
A thin ray of sunlight beamed through the bedroom window, shining upon the face of the young mage. He opened his eyes to greet the new day, only to find that his surroundings were different from his room. Then it clicked in his mind that he was no longer in his childhood bedroom, but in his new university dormitory.
Since it was the end of summer, Shouta had moved out so that he could settle into his new quarters ahead of the semester. He still had about a week before classes start, but there was so much to get used to; The smaller living space, cooking for himself, new neighbors, and a roommate that hadn't shown up yet. There was a lot to prepare for and only so much time to get it all done, so he was eager to hop out of bed and get started on his new life as a university student!
…Except that he couldn't move off the bed. By reflex, he squirmed in place to break free of any lustful dragons holding onto his body, only to find that nobody was using him like a teddy bear. Why did he feel disappointed by that? True, he and Lucoa had grown much closer in the weeks leading up to his departure, spending several of their last days together testing the durability of his parents’ poor furniture and keeping them up at night. As amazing as it was, he knew what they had couldn't last forever, so he did his best to leave all his feelings for her during his goodbyes. She hadn't seemed as upset as Shouta thought she'd be, but he chalked that up to her maturity as a former goddess. Though when he pulled his sheets back to get to the bottom of his dilemma, he realized why she wasn't sad to see him go, and probably the reason why she was no longer a goddess.
Lucoa was in his bed alright, but instead of hugging his body, she had latched onto his hyper-sized morning wood. Her arms and legs wrapped around his girth as if it were a body pillow, one that took up more bedspace than the rest of his body. Her heavenly, dick-sucking lips were wrapped firmly around the bulbous tip of his cock, her tongue circling around the circumference as if it were an oversized lollipop. When she realized that Shouta had noticed her, she pulled her mouth back with a satisfied *PWAH* before giving him a small wave. “Good morning, Shouta-kun!~”
“AUGH!!!” Shouta shrieked, genuinely surprised for once to see her in his bed. He had traveled across more than half the country, and she still somehow managed to find her way under his covers. What's more, she didn't even bother waking him up before she had started sucking his cock! The nerve! “What are you doing here, Lucoa? My new roommate could arrive any second, and I don't want you here making him think that I'm some sort of pervert!”
“Oh Shouta-kun, haven't you figured it out?” Lucoa asked, nuzzling her cheek against the head of his cock, “I'm your new roommate! Isn't that wonderful?”
Shouta's brain fell atop his heart, then both sank into the pit of his stomach. “E-Eeeeehhh!?”
“It's true! Your father helped me with enrollment and room assignment, and your mother taught me how to cook all your favorite meals!” She peppered his penis’ tip with a flurry of kisses.
“Then sleep in your own damn—Ah.” He wanted to insist she go to her own assigned bed, but looking across the room showed that the other bed was occupied by a mountain of luggage. Even if he were to help her unpack, he had a gut feeling Lucoa would find some other excuse to sneak her way into his bed
“Isn't this great? Now we can stay together for another four years!” She placed a long, wet kiss upon the tip of his cock. When she pulled back, lips glistening with his precum, she licked her lips clean while looking at him with half-lidded, mismatched eyes. “You're all mine once again, Shouta-kun.~”
To his credit, Shouta didn't give Lucoa the satisfaction of a reaction, neither with his expression nor with his words. Instead, he just grabbed the covers he had thrown off and draped them back where they were, once again covering himself, his cock, and by extension, the slut dragon cradling it between her breasts and thighs. It was far too early in the morning to deal with this.
As Shouta rested his head on his pillow, he could feel his cocktip being crammed into a warm, wet hole, loud *GLUCK* *GLACK* *GULCK* sounds ringing out from under the blankets. If Lucoa wanted to help herself while he slept in, she was more than welcome to do so. But if she was still there when he woke up, the so help him he would have to fuck her face into a sloppy, cum-splattered mess. She probably knew this as well, which was why she was definitely going to still be there when he woke up, but that was fine.
He had a whole week before classes started, which meant that he had a whole week to mold Lucoa into his ideal roommate. One dragon-filling orgasm at a time. Like a real man.