The Gamer Chapter 1030 – Return of the Dragoness 2 – Immensely Underfucked (Patreon)

Nathalia’s Sanctum was exactly like John remembered it: a massive lake of lava with islands of black and grey rock swimming on top. There were various structures around, porous chunks of rock that piled on into formations of caves and caverns that could distantly be described as houses. A crude tower in the distance twisted skywards, marking the centre of the barrier. Nothing, aside from that tower, was formed with lasting purpose in mind. Nathalia created and destroyed parts of her Sanctum as she needed them.

Despite the surroundings being dominated by incandescent, molten rock, John found it to be not that much hotter than the summer he had left behind. The Mandala Sphere hovered after him through the portal, he looked back to find his girlfriend waving at him. Multiple other gestures from the harem hurried him along in his departure.

The Gamer waved back and then started his way towards the central tower. If Nathalia was to be found anywhere, it would be there. It took him about ten minutes of running to get there.

He heard Nathalia before he saw her. Multiple walls of obsidian separated the base of the tower from the surrounding lava. The surfaces here had been smoothened, like expertly splintered flintstones (without the dangerous edges), making walking more pleasant. Although the ashen sky could still be seen through gaps between the walls, the thusly created corridors still blocked his vision. His ears, however, picked up on the sweet moans.

The dragoness’ voice was as distinct as ever. Deep, for a woman, throaty and a little bit raspy, enticing and naturally sultry, John chased after it. The deeper in he got, the more frequent and depraved the cries became. The Gamer kept moving through this maze, even leaping over walls to shorten the way where he could, wanting to be the source for those cries as quickly as possible.

He emerged in a circular clearing in the middle of the maze. The ground here was covered in a soft layer of some kind of grey grass, with a throne at the centre of it, in which the flame of destruction writhed.

She was every bit the woman he remembered.

Her light brown skin was currently clear of scales in its entirety. Smooth and taut, it glistened with the sweat of prolonged physical desires. Her left hand roughly played with her breasts, two globes of impressive size and crowned with pinkish brown nipples. Her right hand was placed between her wonderfully meaty thighs, middle and ring finger curved into her bare cunt. Her nicely defined midriff tensed, relaxed and quivered from the steady stream of pleasure her masturbation brought her.

John’s eyes greedily wandered up her hourglass figure, taking in the entirety of her body while he approached her. The orange gemstone above her sternum glowed with the same fiery orange as her long, wild hair. Three horns grew from her head, two from the sides, swinging backwards and then up towards the tips, segmented similarly to that of a goat. The third extended from her forehead and was a lot pointier. Her eyes, rings of incandescence that grew to a complete golden white in the middle, were surrounded by thick black lashes that eliminated any need to ever wear mascara. Underneath them and travelling down the sides of her face until it hit her jawline, were two symmetrical lines of small, stony scales, their gaps glowing with a soft orange.

Her incredibly gorgeous face made her seem not a day older than thirty, carrying both a mature aura and a complete lack of wrinkles of any kind. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips were agape, her long, elf-like ears and eyebrows twitched, and her nostrils flared. As she inhaled, she suddenly screamed and threw her head back. His scent, John realized, was overpowering her sex-deprived brain to such a degree that she didn’t even realize he was there.

Knowing exactly what she needed, John pressed the button that transferred his entire equipment into his inventory. Suddenly, there was movement, and he found himself on the ground, the dragoness on top of him, breathing heavily. Her depraved, flustered eyes looked him up and down, her pussy drooled on his erect cock, her entire body quivered with the need to drop down, and yet she remained where she was.

Her ruby red lips trembled. Whatever words she could even try to form in her current state, she failed. All that escaped her were gasps and sighs. “It’s me, Nathalia,” John assured her. He couldn’t help himself and put his hands on her thighs, grabbing the thickness with every intent to hold on. “The Horned Rat thinks I’m worthy of you now – do you agree?”

Acting purely on instinct, Nathalia bowed down to his neck. She took a deep inhale, practically screaming when the full intensity of his scent filled her lungs. Then she moved up, her long tongue leaving a hot trail on his skin. When she reached his lips, he was ready. The answer to his question was found in a blissful instant. Their lips found each other and her soaked pussy dropped down on his cock.

The memory of her hot, tight pussy did not compare to the reality of finally being inside her again. In one second, he was entirely enveloped by her quivering quim, his girthy shaft stretching it out and reaching the most ecstatic depths. Already, her love juices gushed and she screamed into their kiss with orgasmic vigour. The hands of the taller woman held his head. His wandered to her bubble butt, grasping it no less intensely than they had her thighs. They wildly made out, while she raised her ass – only to plunge back down.

Hard and fast, Nathalia kept hammering down on him. Every impact was fuelled by the months of her repressed nymphomania. Although her physical dominance was absolute, John still managed to do his part, thrusting up into her endlessly flowing honeypot. Repeated orgasms first caused their kiss to break, then for the dragoness to straighten up from the spasms. Straddled over his hips, she was an image to remember. A sweaty goddess, her large tits bouncing each time she impaled herself on his huge cock, screaming at the sky, too much consumed by lust and relief to think or speak.

As incredible as her physical might was, it soon waned. She had always been sensitive, 150 Libido demanded as much, but between her prolonged abstinence and John’s incredible sexual abilities, he had her spasm so intensely that not even her subconscious could keep her moving properly. Not letting up, the Gamer increased his own thrusts as she slowed down. Soon, she was bouncing on him barely because of her own movements and mostly due to the force of his efforts.

Her tits were a mouth-watering display. Jiggling in all their roundness, rising and falling with her desperate breaths and screams of depravity, they hypnotized John and he sat up to taste them. The hard nipple of her left tit was soon at the mercy of his tongue. The sudden switch from fucking to worship of her breasts did little to diminish Nathalia’s enjoyment. Her spine arched from another orgasm, shoving the squishy mounds into John’s face, while her pussy writhed around his member in continued enflamed lust.

Eagerly, he obliged, cupping both of her tits with his hands and satiating his hunger for her body by playing with them. Kissing them, sucking on the nipple, biting them and inflicting a bit of delectable pain by pulling, he did it all to her. Her face contorted all the while, fell into the back of her neck, rolled around randomly, while her eyes dashed around between closed lids. Her gasps came in short bursts, the frequency accelerating as he made her climax from her tits.

As fun as her tits were, he desired to properly satisfy her, and so he forced her on her back. Their positions were reversed now, with the dragoness pinned under him in a mating press. Her fat ass was raised, her legs already closed around his hips, her tits on open display and her hands on either side of her head – her fingers intertwined with his.

They shared just a moment of eye contact, her glassy gaze entirely consumed by insatiable desire. Then he resumed fucking her and the torrents of climaxes she experienced resumed. It grew stronger even, as John put into it all his might and expertise. ‘Plap, plap, plap,’ the wet sounds of him slamming into her wet pussy and against her round butt echoed through the clearing. The force of his actions and his expert, increasingly accurate aim at all of her sensitive spots robbed Nathalia of her voice in its entirety.

Quietly quivering and cumming her brains out, the dragon goddess was his to do with as he pleased. He kissed her lips, bit her neck, brushed his lips over her smooth skin and tasted the salt of her hot sweat, and partook in her scent. Her fragrance was that of aromatic wood, smoke and fire. It roused in him memories of the many times they had done it before and hope for the many times they would do it just in the next few hours.

An intense, audible breath broke the rhythmic silence of their shared ecstasy. “I-i-i-iiiii,” Nathalia’s words were distorted by the relentless hammering of her gushing cunt she still experienced, “l-l-l-l-loooovvvvvv-eeee-ee-ee yo-u-u-u-uuuuu, Johnnnnn!”

The raw bliss echoing in the confession only made it all the sweeter and John finally felt his own limit creeping up on him. He slowed down and instead focused on making the final few thrusts as hard as he could. Once he was past the point of no return, it only took one telling twitch of his cock for Nathalia’s entire body to lock up. Her legs pressed into him with such intensity that he could barely move, her cunt gripped his erection tighter than a latex glove, and she stared at her cunt with anticipation.

“I love you too,” John gasped, then he came, flooding her pussy with an absolutely massive load. The gushing turned into proper squirting. Nathalia roared past her stretched out tongue. Her eyes still remained focused on their joined sexes, where a mark of dark blue lines started to sprout. She had given her consent to this during John’s birthday. Once the Lover’s Will mark was fully formed, Nathalia’s eyes finally rolled up in her skull. The sudden increase in pleasure she received was enough to temporarily obliterate what sanity he had fucked back into her.

The Gamer stayed balls deep inside her, letting the spasms of her cunt take care of the sensitive aftermath of his own orgasm. Each bit of semen prolonged Nathalia’s experience and it was a treat in every way to see her heated desire for him come to a very slow calm. When they were both down to simply panting, they exchanged a glance.

It was far from over.

John pulled out of Nathalia’s cunt and grabbed her by the horns. She was too eager for what came next to voice any of her usual complaints at such a treatment. Once she kneeled in front of him, all she did was to present her mouth, opening her lips wide and stretching out her tongue. The offer was exactly what John wanted to see and he pushed his cock in, not worried whatsoever about her sharp teeth.

The curvature of her horns was perfect to hold onto, the segmentation seemed made to fit the width and angle of his fingers, and he could manhandle her in whatever way he wanted. Ravaging her throat continuously had John groan from the heat of her insides. Vibrations surrounded him on all sides, stemming from the ecstatic screams she let out. Her eyelids fluttered, her mouth stayed wide open, and her long tongue stretched out between her lower lip and his cock to caress his balls with lustful greed.

Between her legs, both of her hands were urgently working her pussy. Nathalia couldn’t help herself, she craved all she could get. “God, I missed you, you nympho dragon slut,” John grunted. The goddess’ face was contorted with bliss, her brown skin noticeably reddish and her eyelids fluttering. “Do you want my cum?” He got something that could have been a nod or a random spasm in response. “Show it clearly, Nathalia, do you want my cum?” he threatened to pull out.

His cock was almost out of her mouth when Nathalia’s arms suddenly wrapped around his hips. Her head slammed down to the base, the hug kept him in place, and her tongue slithered back to make her lips form a tight seal around his girth. Staying all the way down, only moving her head in small circles, she brought John over the edge.

His cum pumped down her eager throat to the renewed vigour of orgasmic screams. Her face and her thighs were drenched with the juices of their engagement and her whole body convulsed ecstatically with each rope of thick, fresh cum pumping down her gullet. Holding onto her horns was less a sign of domination in the intense moments of climax than it was the best shot John had at staying on his feet. Nathalia kept on sucking; her tongue managed to wrap around his shaft inside her mouth and continuously masturbated him while her hot throat reverberated around the upper half of his cock.

He had decided to disable the upper limit on his loads for this reunion, knowing that Nathalia would savour every drop of his seed that she could get. Still, what he gave her was beyond the average. Months of wishes for her return and her depraved need for sex turned him on to an insane degree. Her nose and the front of her third horn were both pressed against him, their bodies as close together as physics and pose allowed.

Slowly, the climax ebbed away. Nathalia’s tongue kept wringing every drop it could out of him. When there was nothing more to be found, she slowly pulled up. The sweet moans she let out in the process had a note of unwillingness. Likely, she didn’t want his cock to leave her body.

“More.” The dragoness stated in an absolute tone and suddenly shoved the Gamer. He landed in the throne, his pain resistance making that mode of movement more than bearable. Even if he had felt pain, it would have been immediately smothered out by the soft sensation wrapping around his cock. Cupping both of her sizable breasts, Nathalia almost fully enveloped his dick. She was just shy of the size necessary to make his girth entirely vanish. “I need more, John,” she moaned, completely entranced by his cock. “More of your seed. Cover all of me. Fill all of me!”

“You can have all that you want,” the Gamer assured her, before her tit job made him lose his voice for a moment. Heated and with an instinct honed over millennia, she massaged him with her squishy chest. The smooth, light brown skin slipped up and down over his shaft. Although it was lubricated enough already, drool steadily dripped from Nathalia’s tongue and made things extra slippery.

John put a hand on top of her head, clawed into her wild, orange glowing mane and enjoyed the warmth radiating from it. Her glistening tits, stained with saliva, precum and sweat, around his dick were a visual spectacle of the greatest variety. How they squished around it and under her fingers, how they jiggled while she moved up and with her entire body, and how her adjacent shoulders quivered as even this act was causing her immense pleasure.

Deciding to make her feel even better, John reached down with his free left and played with her nipples as she went up and down. “Yeessssss, touch meeeee,” the needy nymphomaniac gasped wantonly. Her actions slowed, allowing him to be more thorough in his caress of the crowns of her delectable chest. As if to compensate, her long tongue came into use again, coiling around his cock and all the way down to his balls.

Still, she massaged his length with her tits, letting him feel the squishy meat between the windings of her tongue and feast on the visual. “Faster,” he commanded her. Nathalia did know about the sexual power of his demands, but she had likely forgotten in her current state. When she obliged, the rewarding rush of pleasure coerced from her a surprised and satisfied shout. “Cum,” he commanded her right after, and her shout transformed into a prolonged scream. “Harder – cum!” he ordered again and again. “Cum! Cum! Cum!”

Despite the intensity of the experience he ordered her to have, Nathalia continued her tit job. Her eyes rolled up again. From another perspective, John could see a puddle of her love juices form under her round ass. He commanded her one final time, before his own balls tightened.

Cum gushed into the air and rained down on the debauched dragoness. Some of it she caught with her wide-open mouth, more of it covered her face, hair and tits. The intense white of his cum rose noticeably from her light brown skin, and Nathalia let out a deeply satisfied, quiet laughter while she was marked by his seed.

By the end of it, they had their first proper pause since starting. Nathalia’s eyes were still filled with the spark of lust, but they were no longer glassy. “You’re worthy,” she let him know what her actions had already stated outright.

Still, hearing it made John feel euphoric. “Fantastic.” He grinned from ear to ear. “We’re not done here though.”

Nathalia turned her head slightly to see Jack’s cock next to her face.

“I demand no less.”