Dragons, Decay, and Too Many Legs 3 (Patreon)

I admit, my brain stalled for a bit when I realized that Yao Ming was fucking Lung. I thought I made Strength Ophioc’s dump stat! Seriously, Barkeep called him Kenta, there’s a bunch of asian gangsters wearing christmas colors, and I fought a nazi alongside a pair of other folks with powers, how fucking oblivious am I?

Wait… “‘To do with as I please’ you say?”

“Yes… master?” she said the last one with an unsure tone.

I don’t know what it says about me, but having a beautiful asian woman on her knees, at my service, calling me master, gave me a heady feeling. From what both Yao Mi-Lung and her had said, I don’t think there’s really anything off the table.

“Stand up,” I told her for my first order, I wanted to get a better look at her.

She stood, keeping her head bowed. She was shorter than me, but not by a lot. As I’d seen, her breasts were huge, especially on her frame. Her ass was lovely, and a gentle feel through her japanese dress let me feel the firm muscle in it. But easily her second best feature, after her lovely tits, was her hips. Mm-mm. I just wanted to grab hold of them and start railing her.

“Now, time for the most heinous thing I could say to a woman,” I said while behind her, unable to keep the amusement off my face. Her breath hitched, and her shoulders tensed, before I gave her my second order, “go make me a sandwich.”

She stood there, seemingly not computing what I’d told her to do. Seeing as she seemed to need a bit of help rebooting, I gave her a playful swat to her ass, making her jump in the air in surprise before heading over to the kitchen.

“I always wanted to do that,” I muttered as I made my way over to the couch. Finally a woman who wouldn’t call me a ‘sexist pig’ and slap me across the face. If this was how Lung reward… nah, I’m going to keep calling him Yao Ming. If this was how Yao Ming rewarded people that did well, I can see why he stayed in charge of half a dozen different gangs. Dude is definitely a bro.

Kaede soon came back, not just with a sandwich, but also with a can of the generic brand soda I’d stuck in the fridge. She keeps this up and I may marry her. No father to give the shovel talk, I’ve apparently got the favor of Yao Ming as the ABB’s newest cape, and I am sowing those fields one way or another, her hips demand it!

“Your sandwich, master,” she murmured as she set the drink and plate on the coffee table.

“Good girl,” I said, before pulling her down onto the couch, on the opposite side. Kicking off my shoes, I swung my feet up into her lap, “While I’m eating, I’ve been on my feet all day and kicked more nazis than I’d ever thought I’d see. My feet could use a rub.”

I feel like an ass, but as she starts giving me a foot massage, I just kick back and relax. I can see what the guys in the 50s were onto, this is nice. Cracking open the soda, I took a pull before taking a bite of the sandwich. Food, drink, and a beautiful asian woman giving me a foot massage, how did Yao Ming ever get anyone to turn on him?

All I needed was a fireplace and a dog curled up by the couch, and I’d be the picture of a 50s family drama. Y’know, except for the fact that I’m a shifter. And that I’m not married. And that I’m working for a crime lord. And there’s no kids in the picture. Okay, maybe I’m not the picture of a 50s TV father.

Speaking of families, more specifically me making one, I’m getting horny. Pulling my feet from her lap, I told her, “Get your head down here and give me a blowjob.”

Hesitantly, she adjusted her position so she was straddling my legs and feet. Before she leaned down, I held up my hand, “Open up your dress, but keep it on.”

Visibly swallowing, her hands went down to the belt on her robe-dress-thing and untied the knot. With hesitance, until I gave her a pointed look, she pulled open the two sides of her dress, letting my gaze feast on her creamy flesh. No panties, no bra, smooth skin with the only deficit being the unkempt bush between her legs.

“Starting tomorrow, you’re shaving that,” I told her, pointing to her bush.

“Yes master,” she murmured, before leaning down and undoing my belt.

Pulling my jeans down and my shirt up, she pulled me out with shaking fingers. I was already hard, and I was pleased to see that Little Ophioc was an upgrade from what I’d had before being dropped in that dumpster. With a glance at me, Kaede stuck out her tongue and gave my throbbing shaft a dainty lick.

It became quickly apparent that she had no idea what she was doing, so I gave her some pointers, “Use your whole tongue, not just the tip. Treat it like a summer popsicle, while avoiding pressure from your teeth.”

Her eyes met mine, before she gave me a full lick along the underside from my base to my tip. As she took my head into her mouth and suckled it, I gave a groan. I wanted to grab her head and shove her down, but this was her first time, “In the future, we’ll work on your throat, until you can bury your nose into my hips.”

She looked at me with fear in her eyes, her gaze darting to my hands, “I said in the future. Not now. You’re clearly trying, so I’m willing to wait. For your first time, you’re doing a very good job.”

Kaede let out a sigh of relief through her nose, before turning her focus back on my dick in her mouth. She did admirably for her first time, and soon enough I felt myself getting close.

“I’m about to cum,” I told her through grit teeth, holding back just long enough to tell her what I wanted from her, “Keep as much of it in your mouth as you can.”

She looked up at me, nervousness in her gaze, just as I erupted in her mouth. She let out a noise of distaste but did her best to keep all of it in her mouth, managing to hold onto all but a little that leaked out of her mouth. Sliding off my cock, she looked up at me with a questioning gaze, likely having a strong suspicion as to what I wanted.

“Swallow it,” I told her.

Despite a whimper of protest, she dutifully began to swallow my load. It took her a few tries, whether from size or lack of desire, I wasn’t sure. But in the end, she opened her mouth to show me that she’d swallowed all of it.

Smiling down at her, I ran my hand through her hair before complimenting her, “Good girl.” I hesitated before continuing. Much as I wanted to jump right to fucking this tight asian teen, I could smell the fear still wafting off her. In other circumstances it might be a turn on, but in this amount on her first time…

Normally I wouldn’t with an unshaved girl, but, “Good girls get rewarded.”

She looked at me in confusion, before my arms hooked under her arms and hauled her up. Then hooked under her knees and pulled her pussy up to my face. I hate going down on a hairy bush, but if I was going to be living with this girl I wanted to make sure that she didn’t continually fantasize about stabbing me with one of the kitchen knives while I was sleeping. And I wanted to encourage her to do what I told her, so it only made sense to reward such.

So, ignoring the mass of hair in my nose and teeth, I went to town on her. Paying attention to her button, I used every trick in my repertoire to get her to cum quickly. Fortunately for me, she was either a very good actress or had a bit of a hair trigger. As after just a few minutes, her thighs tightened around my head and her fingers clawed my hair while she let out a loud, high pitched moan. Drinking down the juices she shot out, I lowered her back down to my lap.

As soon as she seemed able to focus on me, I firmly told her, “Until you shave down there, this won’t happen again. Understand?”

She gave a shaky nod, still recovering from her orgasm, causing me to smile, “Good girl. One last thing before we go to bed.”

Her breath hitched, as she looked down at my reinvigorated cock between us. She took a shuddering breath, she started to scoot back while leaning down. Amused, I reached out and stopped her.

“Not that, but nice try,” I told her.

“I… I’ve never…” she stammered, a luminescent blush reaching down to her breasts.

“I’d assumed as much. Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to be as skilled as a succubus. I’ll even let you take it at your pace, but we aren’t going to bed until I’ve cum at least one more time.”

Her fingers played with her hair, before she took a deep breath to steel her nerves. Straddling my hips, she reached down to aim my rock hard shaft at her core. Slowly sinking down, it took everything I had not to thrust up as her lips began to stretch around my cockhead. She stopped as my head was halfway in, hesitation and nervousness in her shaking frame.

I said I’d let her set the pace, but I had the feeling if I didn’t step in we’d be here for a week. So my hands gripped her by her hips and pulled her down, tearing through her hymen and burying myself entirely inside her. She cried out in pain, tears streaming from her eyes, and I pulled her into my chest. My hand stroked her hair as she sobbed.

“Itai… itai…” she whimpered as her hands formed fists in my shirt. I didn’t know what the word meant, but I could guess.

“It’s okay, it always hurts the first time. But now you can set the pace,” I whispered to her as I rubbed her back through her robe.

We sat there for what must have been at least five minutes, before I spoke up, “I am being patient since this is your first time, but the pace needs to be above zero. If you’re not going to do anything, then I’ll have to set the pace.”

“I… I don’t know what to do…” she said with a hiccup. I bit back a sigh of frustration. The fuck were those muslims thinking, wanting more than seventy virgins?

“Start moving your hips up and down, so that my dick slides in and out. Flex your muscles in your core. Experiment, just do something.”

She takes in a deep breath, before hesitantly lifting her hips up. I slide my hands under her legs, applying just enough pressure to guide her. Slowly, far more slowly than I’d like, just the head of my dick was inside her. Gripping her thighs to let her know to stop, she looked at me, her eyes still teary but not sobbing anymore.

“Now go down,” I coached, moving my hands to the top of her thighs, before she did something that took me completely off guard.

Instead of slowly working her way back down, like I’d expected, she just dropped. Her hips met with mine in a loud ‘clap’ that failed to cover up her cute, shocked squeak. At the same time, her muscles clenched, causing her pussy to tighten up to almost painful levels.

“Good girl,” I groaned out. “Keep doing that.”

For all that she’s a blushing virgin, Kaede was quick on the uptake. She pushed up with her legs before letting gravity drop her down, letting out another adorable squeak, before repeating. Soon, she was setting an almost frantic pace, while my gaze was locked on the way her beautiful bust bounced from our coupling.

Much as I wanted to flip us over and pound her through the couch, I resisted the urge. If she did all the actual fucking, then it was on her. Or at least, that’s how I could spin it later. But I couldn’t just sit here, so to give me something else to focus on, I reached around her back, enjoying the feel of her creamy skin under my hand, and pulled her chest towards me.

“Don’t stop,” I told her as her bouncing paused from her surprise.

As soon as she started, I dove in and lavished her breasts. Pulling one nipple into my mouth, I rolled the other between my thumb and forefinger. After just a few moments of this, her breath hitched and her inner walls fluttered around my dick. Huh, apparently her tits were pretty sensitive. Good to know.

Letting her breast pop out of my mouth, I reinforced something I’d unintentionally started, “Good girl.” Before diving back in.

I ended up giving her two more tiny orgasms from my attentions to her chest, before I could hold back no more. Biting down on her breast, I let out a groan as I flooded her womb, while she let out a pleasured scream. As she collapsed on my chest, I considered getting up and heading to the bed, but the couch was comfy enough, and I was getting… really s… sleepy…

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When I woke up, it was to the lovely feeling of Kaede sliding up my dick. Whether she was shooting for a repeat or trying to leave without waking me didn’t matter. My hands came down on her ass, palming her firm cheeks and I spun us around. Staring down into her wide eyes, I asked her, “Are you on birth control?”

“N-no?” she stammered as I drove myself into her, making her let out one of her adorable squeaks.

“Good girl. Make sure it stays that way,” I told her before giving her an encore to last night’s performance.

After hopping through the shower, I departed the apartment, a list of chores for Kaede to do when she woke up from her passed out stupor. A skip in my step and whistling a tune, I made my way to the place Yao Ming had damn near knighted me last night. Time to get some work.