Chapter 131 – An unexpected Ride [Erotic Content]<h1></h1>


    Nathalia plucked him out of the air with such absolute ease that John was left to wonder just how fast she could go. The wind resistance alone hadpletely ripped apart his mana shield, depleted hisplete mana bar and by the time that he finally set foot on the scorched ground of the Illusion Barrier half of his HP was gone as well. How fast had he been going? Sonic?


    For Nathalia, he had a different question “How are you even stronger than before?” The dragoness'' power had increased by another 234 levels, a sudden jump for a being already so supreme she might as well be untouchable. She even looked more beautiful than before, whatever minor imperfections and wrinkles the fire of destruction had had were gone and reced with an energetic expression. She didn’t look any younger, just like a better version of herself, which was entirely unfair to any and all mortal women. John also noticed that her broken horn had been restored.


    “I took a small dip in the sands of time and a new acquaintance decided to get on my nerves before doing what she should have done anyway,” Nathalia said, which did not clear any of his confusion. “Next time I expect you to let me in voluntarily, don’t make me go through the trouble and break into your barriers. It was a hassle for me and excruciatingly painful for you.” As she said that she folded her wings, which subsequently disappeared along with her scales.


    It clicked nearly immediately. ‘That is the reason why Magus wasn’t feeling well!’ he realized. The Fateweaver had tried to shut out the dragoness because he had just seen her as an intruding busy body. Unlike the Horned Rat, who John’s powers had summoned into the dungeon, Nathalia had tried to break into the main Intermediary Barrier. The fact that Magoi even managed to resist a being more than 800 levels above him for an extended period of time was mind-blowing to John. ‘The power of specialization.’


    “Now that I have you, John Newman…,” Nathalia spoke in a deep tone and pushed him over. Hended on a cushioned bed, located atop the ind in this volcanic hellscape. It was surprisingly cool for a spot only twenty metres away from the shores of avake. “…you better show me the fruits of yourbour.” Within moments Nathalia had torn off all of his clothes and positioned herself on top of him. Scales receded, revealingrge breasts and wide hips.


    The memories of thest time they had fucked surfaced, how her pussy perfectly fit around his dick, the heat inside her, the contraction of her muscles. All of it resurfaced and blood went rushing into his dick, hardening it in mere moments. His whole body reacted with pure pleasure that was only heightened when Nathalia grabbed his head and, in a slightly forceful gesture, pressed her lips on his. Just likest time his senses went into overdrive, his Libido taking control over his mind and Nathalia, utilizing her much superior strength, taking over his body. It irked him, to be so powerless, but the kiss distracted him from such misgivings.


    Tongues intertwined in a series of muffled moans, both of them already worked up from the mere contact of their lips. Nathalia’s absurd sensitivity gave him an in to reverse or at least equalize their positions. A free hand approached her orange hair. Carefully at first, afraid of the heat she radiated, then with confidence, he ran through the wavy mane. He pulled her deeper into her kiss. He felt the dripping wetness of her cunt moments before the sticky folds glided along his shaft. Blissful shivers ran through both of them.


    Nathalia ended the kiss by throwing her head back and groaning, “Oh yes.” Her hips rose, the tip of his cock expertly aligning with her tight snatch.


    “No forey this time?” John asked, half-teasing.


    “Be quiet, I am thoroughly enjoying your dick, not yourpanionship,” Nathalia reprimanded him and pushed him onto the bed of soft, grey grass with an easeful push of her right hand. “If I wanted forey, you would bepping in between my legs right now, John Newman.”


    ‘…I wish I could spank the arrogance out of her,’ John thought, but kept his mouth shut. The hand on his chest pressed the remaining air from his lungs. Nathalia was so strong she could barely make out the difference between this and a light love tap, maybe for her this was a light tap. With a pleased glint in her eyes she straightened her back, raising her arm from his chest in the process, allowing John to breathe freely again.


    “Good boy,” she purred, two words that created a very mixed reaction in the Gamer’s mind. He delighted in her tone, but the choice of title felt just wrong.


    Rather than linger on that, John elected to stare at her magnificent body. As short lived as theirst engagement had been, her form had thoroughly burned itself into his memory. Her hourss shape, fit and athletic, her bountiful bosom and well-rounded butt had all been things he desired to experience again. Even though sex with Jane and his other girls was glorious in its own right, Nathalia was simply a master of sex and her every movement signified that. Her eager cunt was sliding over his dick with barely any resistance, and she was ying with her own breasts, putting up a small show for John and herself to whip them into a frenzy of carnal desire.


    Nathalia kept grinding on his dick, moaning and gasping as she did. Every throaty sound somehow reverberated within John, who barely managed to keep his hands to himself. A sliver of his instincts telling him that survival was preferable to doing what he wanted. “A patient one, that much I give you,” Nathaliaughed and leaned forward, smelling the curve of his neck. “And I can see that you have be more powerful. The stench of the other female also no longer is on you… other smells have taken its ce. You will tell me all about what happened. After I have had my fun with you.”


    Finally, she dropped down on his cock at the correct angle. The inferno inside her was even hotter than he remembered and yet still it didn’t hurt him as he slowly prated her. The nymphomaniac dragoness on top of him only ever so slightly sinking down, her pussy enveloping him with her tight walls, the muscles inside massaging every centimetre of his dick along the way.


    He couldn’t hold out, nobody could. Just the teasing, just the heat, just the sight, all of it individually was enough to bring a man to the brink.


    “Oh, yes!” Nathalia hissed and impaled herself the rest of the way with one sharp drop, sending them both over the edge in a frantic, sudden orgasm.


    John’s hips buckled upwards ever so slightly, his load pumping deep into Nathalia, the skin of her midriff pulling taut as her back arched. The dragoness had raised a hand to her mouth and bit down on the w of her index finger as uncontrolled moans of far depraved lust echoed from her throat, deep and debauched. John gasped at the feeling of his balls tightening again and again, the godly pussy around him milking him for every drop he could muster.


    Nathalia kept quivering atop him for notably longer than his cum kept pumping into her. When her eyelids stopped fluttering, the incandescent eyes focused on him. A pleased expressiony on her rejuvenated face. Her hips gyrated softly. His still hard cock inside her twitched.


    “Good… very good. You are worth my time,” Nathaliaplimented and rose her hips in a painfully slow manner. Thest orgasm still tingled in his nerves, overstimting the senses. Every moment was both torture and pure bliss as Nathalia, spurred on by her own needs, kept bouncing. The small mercy was the gradual eleration, giving the Gamer at least a little room to recover.


    Nathalia licked her lips and suddenly slumped forwards again. Herrge breasts were practically shoved in his face. “I recall you offering more than a hard cock. You may use your hands, John,” she said, half tempting, half ordering him to do so.


    John took whatever distraction he could get and also any opportunity to touch these squishy yet firm mountains of seductive flesh before him. His hands were on her just a momentter, sinking into the softness of the offered chest. The nipples, a shade darker than the rest of Nathalia’s light brown skin, were rubbed against his palm. The dragoness crooned in response, and elerated further.


    The oversensitivity was fading swiftly by now. Craving for her to move faster became mutual. To taste more of the gliding grip of her folds and to etch himself into the mind of this ancient slut, he pushed the cautioning voice inside him further into the background. More, he wanted more of this mind-numbing, reality-defying, erotic bliss. His mouth found her left nipple, his teeth squeezed the pebbled tip.


    The dragoness screamed, loudly. The love bite grew a little more aggressive, pulling at the crown, while his tongue flicked. She tasted deliciously smoky and sweet. Down below, her cunt was twitching wildly around him.


    Encouraged by sess, John aggressively kneaded one of her tits and reached down with the other hand. He found her clit easily and began a rhythmic circling that left his digits drenched within seconds.


    Whatever Nathalia had expected from him afterst time was exceeded. “Oh yes, that is how you should do things!” She shoved her tits in his face, filling his entire field of view with caramel heat. She was grinding against him, as she screamed, her voice high-pitched and ecstatic. “y with my body and fuck me, John! Make me cum more!”


    This was the kind of order he enjoyed. One hard thrust upwards and her pussy gushed. Nathalia’s whole body tensed. John could hear thendscape around them rearranging itself. Overwhelmed in body and mind by a third, then a fourth orgasm, Nathalia sat atop him, only taking what he did to her.


    John could yet still give more and he fucked her with as much force as his position below her allowed him to. His hands let go of clit and tits, grabbing the wide swing of her hips instead. Sucking and biting her nipples still, he let her screams be the music of his performance.


    Large tits bounced with every thrust. His groin mmed against her thighs, sending the delightful ripples all through her. Ass meat and breasts jiggled wildly, her fiery orange hair was in constant motion. It was hard to make out the dragoness’ pupils amongst the golden glow of her sclera but he was sure she was focused only on him or nothing at all. Her mouth hung wide open. Her tongue formed only gasps andpliments he never thought to hear from a being this powerful. “Yes, yes, oh by everything ashen, your improvement was worth this wait,” she admitted without hesitation, “This is… oh, what a cock indeed! A sexual savant, like I have always been seeking! You… just… JUST FUCK ME, JOHN!” she demanded outright, mind too enveloped in depravity to offer more.


    John felt the constant twitches of her muscles under his fingers, saw her barely contained spasms, was gripped by folds so tight it should have been impossible to move but so wet that he managed to anyway. Nathalia was locked in a multi-orgasmic stream. All of her was on fire. Whatever he did to her seemed to set her off, even the rough squeezing of her ass.


    “Cuuuhmmm!” Nathalia eximed.


    A plea, an order, both or neither, it did not matter. John was getting close to pumping a second full load into her. The Masturbation Skill had refilled what he had in store, made him ready to give her a second load every bit asrge and thick as the first. He held on for as long as possible. Willpower, experience and Endurance let him dwell in this superhuman pleasure for as long as possible.


    However, everything had a limit. Knowing it would be thest time, he pulled out, stayed still for one teasing moment, then rammed his cock back inside her. Teeth around her are, a thumb rubbing her clit, and pressing into her quivering quim, he unloaded.


    The first spurt that joined his first load at the entrance of her womb set the dragoness off one more time. With one powerful scream, she squirted all over their joined sexes. Clear pussy juices made a mess out of the surface as much as his cum made of her insides.


    Halfway through, Nathalia’s voice suddenly vanished. Her spine curved, her tits quivered with each shiver that went through her. Rhythmic contractions massaged everyst drop out of his cock. Like that, the two of them remained, until they were bothpletely spent.


    John copsed onto the bed of stone and grass, an oddlyfortable mixture, and watched the writhing dragoness. It took several minutes for her to calm down and he enjoyed all of them.


    After pleasure was business.