Dragon Conjurer 5, page 14
“Then lay back on the couch,” Ronin commanded.
I unbuttoned my pants, shoved them down my hips, and kicked them to the side before I laid back on the plush leather couch. My eyes grazed hungrily over Ronin’s soft skin as she stood and allowed her pants to fall the rest of the way to the floor.
Then the Samurai warrior kicked off her shoes and straightened her knee-high socks before she stepped between my legs, and she kneeled down on the floor. Ronin walked her fingers slowly up my thighs until she reached my rock-hard dick, and she wrapped her dainty fingers firmly around the base of my shaft.
“You’re so hard and big.” Ronin’s eye rolled softly in her head as she stroked up and down the length of my rod a few times. Then she leaned forward and stared right into my eyes as she opened her mouth and wrapped her thick lips around the head of my cock. “Mmm.”
“Fuuuck,” I groaned quietly as the vibration of her hum sent ripples of pleasure through me. “You look good with my dick in your mouth.”
Ronin smiled around my cock, but then she slid head down toward my lap, and I watched with wide-eyed amazement as she managed to take my entire length into her hot mouth in one go.
“Goddamn,” I growled low in my throat as I felt myself bump against the back of her throat.
The Japanese girl hummed once more as she slid her hand lower than my shaft, and she rolled her fingers gently on the underside of my balls. I twitched with pleasure as she forced me even deeper into her mouth, and her tongue flicked along the base of my dick as she started bobbing her head so I could thrust into her throat.
The sight of my cock being balls-deep in the petite Japanese girl’s hot little mouth was enough to force me to orgasm on the spot, but then she flicked her lashes up to look at me, and as her eyes shone with pleasure, cum erupted from my dick.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as every one of my muscles clenched tight, and I thrust my hips up into Ronin’s face. The brain-melting pleasure of it all spiked sharply behind my eyes like fireworks and sizzled along my nerves as my hot load filled her throat, and my hips rocked up a few more times as I rode out the last waves of ecstasy from the pretty Japanese girl’s mouth.
Ronin gagged softly on my cock, but she swallowed every last drop, and when she finally pulled her hot mouth slowly from my dick, she licked the last bit of my cum from the tip.
“Mmm,” Ronin hummed with pleasure as she licked her lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
“I can’t believe you took my dick that far down your throat,” I gasped and collapsed back on the couch. “That felt amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Ronin smirked as she leaned over me. Her hair tickled gently across my abdomen, and her breasts swayed enticingly before my eyes as she pushed her lips forward in a little pout. “I did want to fuck you, though. I guess my desire to taste your sperm got the better of me.”
“You think I’m not going to fuck you after that?” I asked.
“Well, I just assum--” Ronin began, but her mouth fell silent and open when she looked down to find my stiff dick standing at attention for her. “Oooh, my.”
“Have you heard what they say when you assume things?” I teased and reached up to tweak her nipples between my fingers.
“Mmmm, no.” Ronin pulled her too-full upper lip between her teeth as a slight shudder raced through her tight body. “What do they say?”
“Something about making asses out of you and me,” I growled playfully as I wrapped my hands firmly around her waist and hauled her forward to straddle my lap.
Then I reached around her and slapped one hand across the perfect globe of her butt cheek.
“Ahh!” Ronin cried out as the sting from my hand landed on her backside a second time.
“Shh, you naughty girl,” I hushed her and laid a firm slap on her other butt cheek. “If you want more, you’re gonna have to behave. And I think you want more, don’t you?”
“Yesss, I do,” the Japanese girl moaned and chewed on her lip as she glanced down at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Dylan?”
“Yeah?” I said, and I caressed my hands soothingly over her ass.
“I want something,” she whispered.
“What is it?” I asked with a grin.
“I want you to fuck me in the kitchen,” Ronin cooed and wiggled her perfect hips lightly on my hips.
“Really?” I grinned even more and sat up to kiss her hungrily a moment before I scooped her up in my arms by the meat of her ass and got off the couch.
“Oh! You’re so strong,” Ronin gasped as she wrapped her curvy legs tightly around my waist. Then she glanced at me with playful eyes and teased her fingers in my hair. “Where are we going?”
“You want me to fuck you in the kitchen, so I’m going to fuck you in the kitchen,” I declared as I strolled around the couch. “But you have to be quiet.”
“I can do that. Will you do me on the table?” Ronin’s eyes shone in the kinkiest way.
“Mmm,” I growled as I walked around the table and laid her back gently on the smooth wooden surface. “Okay, but you’re gonna get it hard.”
“Yes, give it to me sooo hard, Dylan.” Ronin writhed wantonly on the surface. “That’s one of my favorite dreams.”
I gripped her hips in my hands and tugged her across the table until her ass hung over the edge just enough to allow me access to her dripping pussy.
“Gimme,” Ronin giggled, and she raised one leg up and propped it on my shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so dirty, and I fucking love it,” I whispered as I traced my fingers across her pelvis and through her slick pussy lips a few times. Then I slid them down the silky flesh of her thigh to the top of her knee-high sock, and I dipped my finger into the elastic then I tugged it away from her skin and let it snap back into place. “These are sexy as hell, by the way.”
“Oooh,” Ronin purred and wiggled her hips in invitation. “I’m glad you like them.”
“I love them,” I corrected, and I shifted so my rigid cock was lined up with her wet pussy.
Then I reached up and cupped the delicious weight of the freckled girl’s tits in both hands, and I thrust my hips forward to slowly sink my dick into her welcoming heat. She cried out softly at first, and she was so tight, I had to push hard to force my girth into her. The whole time I thrusted deeper, she quivered and smiled with delight, and when I finally filled her with my thick cock, she settled her ebony eyes on me.
“You’re so big inside of me,” Ronin whined with bright pink cheeks. “I… I cannot believe how good you feel.”
“Mmm, and you’re so hot and tight.” I steeled my control and held still a moment to allow the Japanese girl’s tight body to adjust to my size. I could hardly believe she was this tight, and the sight of her pale and luscious curves laid out for me on the table like this was driving me wild. She was like a kinky little present I never saw coming, and the way she blushed for me made it hard not to pound into her tiny pussy right there and then.
Instead, I pulled slowly away and watched with smug enjoyment as Ronin’s eyes rolled back in her head, and her chest heaved with pleasure. Then I sank even more slowly back into her tight tunnel, and I reveled in the sounds that erupted from her sweet mouth.
“Oooh, yessss,” Ronin sighed loudly, and her moans of ecstasy echoed around the suite.
I knew that at any moment her cries could get too loud, and one of my teammates would wake up. The danger of being heard or caught ignited a river of lava that dripped down my spine as I set a steady and luxurious pace in my thrusts, and I grinned as I brought my hand once more to Ronin’s thick lips.
“Shhh,” I murmured and muffled the sounds of her moans. “You’re being too naughty.”
“Mmmmm,” Ronin moaned again as she wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me on.
“Shit, you’re so tight.” I thrust deeply into the Japanese girl’s tight pussy and stepped my pace up a little as the heat spread out through my limbs and wrapped in a tangled knot low in my spine.
“Aaaahhh.” Ronin kicked her legs out behind us.
I heard the distinctive crashing sound of terracotta pots cracking on the white tile floor of the kitchen. I glanced briefly over my shoulder and saw several of the potted plants had been knocked over like dominos from Ronin’s writhing. The pots had split down the sides from the impact on the tile, and heaps of rich soil, uprooted ferns, and spider plants scattered across the floor behind us.
“Shit,” I muttered, but I kept thrusting harder.
Suddenly the Japanese beauty beneath me wrapped her legs tightly around me and dug the heels of her socked-feet into my ass cheeks to drive me deeper into her tight tunnel. Ronin sat up enough to wrap her hands around the back of my neck and pull me down on top of her, and I almost lost my footing as she took control and forced my hips forward in a shuddering pace. She brought my face to hers and dove on my lips like a drowning woman breaking the surface of the water, and I didn’t even bother trying to keep her moaning quiet this time.
“Christ, Ro,” I gasped as she pulled me harder into her hot tunnel. “I can’t hold back much longer. I need to pull out soon--”
“No, please,” Ronin whimpered. “I am on the pill, and I really, really want to feel your seed spraying into my body. I… I’m going to cuuuum.”
Ronin scraped her short nails down my back as her pussy clamped unbelievably tight around my shaft, and this combined with her soft pleading brought an eruption of cum from me.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, and I clamped my hand on Ronin’s moaning lips as lightning flashed behind my eyes. My legs tensed, my knees locked, and I was glad Ronin had pulled me down to her so I could lean heavily on the sturdy wooden table rather than collapsing to the floor.
Fire blazed through my limbs like a raging wildfire, and I slammed my hips into the Japanese girl over and over while I spilled my hot cream into her tunnel. Then I bottomed out one last time and ground my hips in short circles to graze against her clit, and we rode out our pleasure together until the inferno finally started to dissipate.
“Holy shit,” I sighed, and I finally released the freckled beauty’s mouth so I could lean heavily on my forearms above her.
“Oh, myyyyy,” Ronin sighed shakily and swiped a hand over her forehead. “Is it always like that?”
“Is what always like that?” I gasped as the haze of pleasure lingered in my mind.
“Sex?” A fierce blush spread across her entire body. “Is… is it always that good? I have never done this before.”
I stared at the quiet but kinky as hell girl in utter shock, but there was also a fair dose of smug pride mingled in there somewhere.
“Wait… ” I muttered. “You’re a virgin?”
“Well, not anymore,” Ronin giggled quietly. “But yes, I was. I have been thinking every night of finally giving myself to you, Dylan. This was even better than I imagined.”
“Shit, I wish you’d told me.” I smiled softly down at the freckled beauty, and I stroked her cheek. “I would have tried to be gentler, or made it more special, or--”
“Oh, no.” Ronin shook her head at once. “You were perfect. All of this was perfect, I loved every moment of it.”
“I’m glad,” I chuckled softly and kissed her too-full lips for a long, lingering moment. Then our lips parted, and I glanced behind me at the plant on the floor.
“Whoops,” Ronin giggled behind her dainty hand.
“Yeah, whoops,” I agreed with a smirk. “How are you?”
“Exhausted and satisfied.” Ronin smiled. “But I believe I’ll go to bed now.”
“Good, it’s way past your bedtime,” I chuckled, and I slid myself from her wet pussy to help her stand up.
I handed her a dish towel to mop up our juices that dribbled down her thighs, and then I started to pick up our clothes from all over the floor. I tossed my clothes and my boxers over my shoulder and held up her shirt, pants, and lacy bra.
“Thank you.” Ronin smiled sweetly as she dressed quickly, and once she’d tucked every one of her delicious curves into her clothes, she eased up on her tiptoes to lay a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Good night, Dylan.”
“Good night,” I sighed heavily as I held the door open for the Japanese minx. “Sweet dreams.”
“Oh, I think being awake will be much more fun than any of my dreams from now on,” Ronin giggled.
I bit my lip at her dirty little smile, and then I watched her head down the hall until her tasty hips disappeared into her own dorm. I sighed with contentment as I padded to the kitchen on spent legs, and I quickly washed off the table, but I couldn’t hold my eyes open for another second. I chucked the cum-soaked dish towel in the laundry chute with half-closed eyes, and then I collapsed naked and already half-asleep on my bed. Every inch of my body was exhausted from fucking Ronin so hard, but my mind was drenched in the little moans and giggles of my Japanese lover, and I fell into a sleep filled with intensely vivid dreams.
In my dreams, Ronin laid tangled in the blankets beside me with her fingers roving over every inch of my skin as she kissed me. In one dream she pushed me back on the kitchen table and rode my dick like a rodeo bull as terracotta pots fell like rain around us, and in another, she was kneeling in an elevator while I fucked her mouth and kept my hand rooted on the “close doors” button. Every scene was orgasmically kinky, and there were knee-high socks everywhere, and every time Ronin came for me, I covered her mouth to keep anyone from knowing what we were up to.
Then a gentle knocking dragged me slowly away from Ronin’s sweet embrace.
“Dylan?” Phoenix asked from my door.
My heart suddenly raced with panic as I instinctively flapped my blankets out to conceal Ronin’s naked body that I was sure I had in here with me.
“You awake?” The Japanese guy stuck his head in and glanced casually at me.
“What?” I asked blankly while my limbs went numb.
“Wanna play Fantasy Strike?”
“Um… ” It took me a full two seconds to wake enough and realize I was alone in my bed, and that I’d done all those filthy things to Phoenix’s sister in my dreams. “Uh, I’m gonna pass on this round.”
“Sounds good,” he chuckled. “You look pretty worn out, you know. It is important to sleep well, Dylan. Especially with a large group to look after.”
“Uh-huh,” I croaked, and I was still frozen in place when the door shut.
Chapter 9
I brushed my teeth vigorously to clear my mind, and then I turned off the water as I reached for my fluffy, dark blue towel to dry myself off. The sight of my dragon tattooed chest, back, and arms, made me stop at the huge mirror for a moment. They were all getting larger, and I took a second to assess how much more space I had for summoning dragons.
Ky’s body took up all the space from the top of my shoulders to the crook in my elbow, and his tail wound down nearly to my wrist these days. Goldie filled the same amount of space on my left arm, and Beyblade spanned the space from my collar bone to my sternum. The fire dragon’s tail looped down below my navel and curled back up to tuck under his feet, and I turned my back and looked over my shoulder at Thor. The black storm dragon spread wide across my shoulder blades, and his dark body filled my skin all the way to my waist.
“Damn,” I muttered with a grin. “You guys are looking good.”
My legs were still bare, and I figured at most I’d be able to fit three more dragons on each leg, but I felt like that would really push the limits of my body.
Especially if my dragons’ moods were going to keep overwhelming my body.
I shrugged and decided I would probably find out how many dragons I could handle eventually, and it didn’t really matter overall. I had exactly as much real estate for dragons as I ever would, and the ones I had now already looked fucking badass.
I flipped off the light in the bathroom and walked over to my drawers to pull out a fresh uniform. After I’d dressed and ran my fingers lazily through my damp hair, I went out into the common room.
Steffi, Nala, Elisabeth, and Ronin sat around the kitchen table enjoying some fresh fruit, and they chatted lightly about hairstyles that worked best during missions.
“I usually go with a braid,” Elisabeth explained as she pulled her long red tresses over one shoulder. “It’s so quick and easy, and then my hair has delicate waves in it at the end of the day.”
“Braids are a useful style,” Ronin agreed. “I like to braid my hair and then pin it up around my head.”
“See, this is why I cut my hair short like this,” Nala said and tossed her head slightly so her chocolatey curls bounced around her shoulders. “It’s just easier.”
“Me, too.” Steffi smiled and brushed her fingers through her pastel pink locks. “I don’t have the patience for longer hair.”
“This beast keeps taking my head off,” Phoenix grumbled from the couch, and he held a game controller in his hands.
“Try doing your special combo right before he dashes at you,” Nick hollered from where he stood over the stove with a frying pan of scrambled eggs.
“I am… trying,” Phoenix hissed as he aggressively smashed his thumbs on the buttons of the game controller. He leaned forward off the edge of his seat as the virtual battle in front of him ramped up, and the video game’s boss music intensified while everyone took a moment to watch Phoenix battle for his digital life.
“Watch out for the flame balls,” Nick suggested, and then he glanced over at me. “Oh, good morning, Captain.”
“Hey, how’s it… ” I trailed off as I realized the nymph was sending me a pointed look. Then he flicked his gaze to the oddly empty space around our window.
That’s when I realized I’d been too tired the night before to clean up the mess of broken pottery and spilled soil, but I could tell by the smirk on my best friend’s face that he’d figured out the cause of the destruction and had discreetly cleaned up the mess this morning.
“Thanks for that,” I muttered quietly. “It won’t happen again.”
“Mmhmm,” Nick said with as much sass as the stereotypical rom com best friend.
