The Milf's Dragon-Chapter 117. Before Dawn [18+]

The settlement had gone quiet, the beastfolk continent folding itself into night. Distant fires flickered like dying stars across the grasslands. The wind carried the smell of incoming rain.

Owen stood at the open doorway of the guest quarters, wings half-unfurled, black scales catching moonlight in faint iridescent gleams. His tail swayed slowly, restless. Behind him, the soft pad of bare feet.

"You should sleep," Yuki said. "Morning will come fast." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I Can’t." He didn’t turn. "It’s too loud in here." He tapped his temple.

She stepped up behind him, pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades. Her warmth seeped through his scales. Uru was already a small, gelatinous lump on the pillow inside, fast asleep.

"Vorthraxx?" she asked quietly.

"And everything after." Owen’s voice was low, scraped raw. "The question he asked me. The look in his eyes when he realized Celeste was gone forever. I keep seeing it. I keep asking myself what I’d do. If it was you. If something marked you the same way."

Yuki slid her arms around his waist from behind, palms flat against the hard ridges of his abdomen.

"What would you do?" she murmured.

He exhaled, long and ragged. "Burn it all. Every tower, every seal, every god-damned fragment of the system. I’d tear the sky open until I found you again."

She pressed a kiss between his wings. "That’s what I thought."

She stepped around to face him. Moonlight carved her features: strong jaw, soft mouth, the faint scar along her collarbone from the story dungeon. Her eyes held no judgment, only certainty.

"So stop thinking about it," she said.

And kissed him.

Not gentle one but a deep kiss... months of blood, near-misses , whispered promises and bottled desires poured into the press of lips, teeth and wrestling tongues. Owen groaned into her mouth, his arms snapping around her, his wings flaring wide to shield them from the open night. He lifted her effortlessly; her legs locked around his waist as he carried her inside and kicked the door shut.

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The room was small but The bed was wide enough for a dragon and his mate.

Yuki’s traveling clothes hit the floor in a careless heap: her boots, pants, tunic, bra, panties, all dropped until she stood naked in the silver light, curves full and battle-hardened, breasts heavy, nipples already peaked from the cool air and anticipation.

Owen’s gaze devoured her. "Still the most beautiful Woman I’ve ever seen."

She smiled. "Prove it."

He shed what remained of his own clothing in seconds: his pants, belt, the loose shirt he wore to pass for humanoid among strangers. Then he was on her, his scaled hands roaming, reverent and greedy at once. He cupped her breasts with one hand, thumbs brushing the undersides, lifting their weight before he bent and took one inverted nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard with his tongue swirling until the nipple stiffened fully, drawing a sharp, needy gasp from her. He switched to the other, teeth grazing it just enough to sting, while his tail coiled around her thigh, the tip teasing the sensitive crease where leg met hip.

Yuki’s fingers dug into his horns, guiding him. "Owen..."

He lifted her again, laid her on the bed, followed her down. Missionary this time, slow at first, then deliberate strokes. He notched his thick, ridged cock at her entrance, pushed in inch by inch until he was seated to the hilt of her pussy. Yuki’s back arched, a low, filthy moan spilling out as her pussy walls swallowed his cock.

As he began to thrust, deep, measured strokes, his tail slithered lower. The smooth, scaled tip circled her tight asshole once, twice, then pressed, not entering yet, just pulsing with faint draconic heat in time with his hips. Yuki’s eyes widened, her breath hitching.

"Like that?" he rasped, voice thick with emotion.

"God!...yes!." She managed to mutter.

He leaned down, captured her mouth again while his tail finally slipped inside her butthole, shallow, twisting, matching the rhythm of his cock in her pussy so she felt filled from both ends. One clawed hand stayed on her breast, kneading roughly, pinching the nipple he had sucked raw earlier. The other braced beside her head, his wings half-spread above them like a dark canopy.

The pace built up. harder, faster. Yuki’s moans turned desperate, hips rising to meet him. He flipped her suddenly onto her stomach, pulled her hips up into doggy. Re-entering her pussy with one brutal thrust, he gripped her waist, slamming home while his tail drove deeper into her ass, alternating now, cock withdrawing as tail plunged, tail retreating as cock filled her again. The nasty, opposing rhythm made her sob with pleasure, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her and her nipples brushing the sheets.

Owen leaned over her back, one hand sliding around to palm her breast again, rolling the sensitive peak between scaled fingers. His other hand found her clit, rubbing tight circles. "Come for me, Yuki," he growled against her ear.

She did, shattering with a muffled cry into the pillow, her pussy walls tightening so hard he nearly lost control. He fucked her through it, relentless, until the sight and feel and bond-flood of her climax dragged him over. With a guttural roar he jizzed deep inside her, tail twitching inside her ass as he came—hot, thick pulses flooding her pussy, marking her from the inside.

They collapsed together, panting. His wing draped over her like a blanket; tail still loosely curled around her thigh. Sweat slicked their skin. The room smelled of sex and salt and them.

After long minutes, Yuki turned in his arms, pressed her forehead to his.

"Vorthraxx asked the wrong question," she whispered.

Owen raised a brow.

"He asked what you’d do if they took me." She traced the line of his jaw. "But the real question is what we’d do if they tried. Together."

His golden eyes softened. "We’d win."

"Yeah." She kissed him, slow and sure. "We’d win."

They lay tangled as the moon slid west and the first gray light touched the horizon.

"Sleep?" she murmured.

"Maybe."

Neither moved.

Outside, the settlement began to wake. The ship waited. The elven continent waited. And Vorthraxx’s seal frayed with every heartbeat.