Dragons Games update

Big old update for you guys,  doing this before I head off for work. Usually i leave the romance scenes until the end, and i want to change that staring now. Anyway after i upload this I'll focus on finalising the Folium Nebula story and get that sorted out before moving back to this, hope you guys like this!

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A flash of worry washed over her expression, his condition must have slipped her thoughts, but his smile seemed to reassure her. “Deal,” she said. As she turned to re-join the game, her tail brushed against his hip for a little longer than it should have to be called accidental.

His skin warming in the sun, he sat down on his towel next to one of the net poles, a strange sensation overcoming him as his interest in the contest slowly waned. He’d never been sidelined for so long in any game, ever, and he hated the feeling, and the fact his concussion would lengthen his time off the field only despaired him further.

Over time it seemed that Sasha’s hostility towards Kendra and Cassidy started to wane, the Pokémon working together to try and beat the humans. It might only be temporary, but their shared desire to compete was overpowering their prejudices, and it brought a smile to his face to see them work together, temporary as it was.

He blinked as the Pokémon team scored another point, Sasha raising a victorious fist while the humans sulked. Maybe Jim should join back in despite his headache, he would have saved that round if he’d been on.

… Damn, was he always an asshole while on the bench, or just all the time? He’d have to do something about that if he wanted to be a boyfriend for any longer than a few days. Looking back, maybe he’d always been that way. Edwardo and the bullies was probably the most jarring thing, he couldn’t believe he’d been so impartial to it. A part of him felt that Cassidy was maybe too good for him, since she’d been the one to force him to stand up to them.

The groups soon grew too tired to carry on, and with nobody keeping an official timer on, the game ended with the Pokémon one point up on the humans, but the score was irrelevant compared to the fun they’d shared – except for Kendra, who made sure to have the last word in and remind everyone who won.

“Anyone got any spare water?” Sasha asked, dunking the rest of her bottle over her snout after taking a sip. The liquid made her dark scales sparkle like polished ebony.

“Do you one better,” Isaac replied. The group watched him curiously as he tossed his towel off from a conspicuously large bulge in the sand. While everyone had brought bags and umbrellas, Isaac had brought along a cooler. He flipped open the lid and reached inside, the distinct sound of rattling ice cubes rising over the crashing waves nearby. He pulled out two bottles and tossed one to the Salazzle, who caught it with both hands. As she looked over the label her expression shifted from suspicion to eagerness.

“Beer?” she said, using her nail rather than the bottle opener Isaac offered her. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Isaac passed around a bottle to everyone, one soon being pressed into Jim’s hands. It seemed the group was in high spirits and were eager to relax, glass clinking together as the Pokémon and humans split into groups, spreading their towels out on the sand to get comfortable.

“What should we toast to?” Kendra asked, sitting to Jim’s left and twisting off the bottlecap. “That Pokémon are better?”

“Better at volleyball, sure,” Matty added, plonking down opposite her. “How about to Jim’s thick head? It’s saved us multiple times now.”

“I’d drink to that, if I could,” Jim replied, looking down at his drink. It probably wasn’t a good idea to get buzzed in his state. Cassidy knew he was brash, impulsive, and got in a lot fights – he shouldn’t add irresponsible to that list. “You drink for me, Cass.”

The Garchomp was on his right, leaning on her left thigh while her legs pointed behind her. He passed her his bottle and she smiled at him, her tail swiping across the sand to slap him on the butt.

“I suppose one more couldn’t hurt,” she replied, raising both her beers. “To Jim’s skull!”

“To Jim’s skull!” everyone echoed, Jim drinking from his water bottle so he could be a part of the toast. It made him feel a little sidelined, but he didn’t have to be drunk to have a good time.

“So have you Mythics ever won a season?” Sasha asked, the Salazzle sitting opposite Jim. She was leaning on her side much like Cassidy was, her eyes drifting to each boy present.

“Twice, but they were before my time,” Isaac replied.

“See any connection there, dude?” Gavin asked, shielding his face and laughing as Isaac tossed some sand at him.

“Fuck you, do you even do anything as the captain besides the coin flip? And you don’t even actually flipthe coin, anyway!”

“Someone has to keep you all in line,” Gavin replied. “But to answer your question, Sasha, we haven’t. We’ve gotten to the semi-finals, what, three times? But nobody remembers the runner-ups.”

“I’ll say,” Kendra added. “I’ve been in many recitals where not even the second or third placers get a part, you’re bound to lose when only one person wins.”

“And now you’re on the other side of the process,” Sasha noted. “And I think you enjoy it.”

Kendra glared at the Salazzle, but held her tongue. Cassidy took a swig from her drink and gestured at no one in particular with it. “Who’s been a Mythic the longest?” she asked. “Is it you, Jim?”

“We all joined roughly the same time,” he replied. “but I think Gavin’s got a few months on us all.”

“In more ways than one,” Gavin said. “Unlike you guys, I’ve actually seen a final’s game, years ago. I remember you couldn’t kick for shit when you started, Isaac, and now look at you, you’re… well. You’re here now.”

“Fuck you, make me captain next game, I wanna sit back and boss us around even though we all know what we’re doing.”

“Being a leader is more than just bossing people,” Kendra said, turning her eyes to Gavin. “At least there’s one Mythic here who’s realised that. How do you keep these males in line?”

“Charisma, plain and simple.” Gavin shook his bottle. “Wait until I get a few of these in me, and you might get a more private example.”

Kendra lifted an eyebrow at him, Cassidy giving Jim a nudge and lowering her voice to a whisper.

“I haven’t seen Kendra flirt with a guy in a long time.”

“That’s her flirting?” Jim asked, smirking at the dragoness. “She’s just talking to him.”

“Exactly.”

They drank the hours away, celebrating something, whether that be the volleyball game, the Mythics win against the Charizard, or the hall becoming a building fit for a proper theatre club. Perhaps some combination of the three. The Mythics could drink hard, but the Pokémon were giving even the best of them a run for their money, the sun lowering as the boys and girls got pleasantly buzzed. Jim personally didn’t touch a single drop, but it was a novel experience seeing the tipsy group from a sober perspective, and the fun and cheer they shared was intoxicating.

Their own little corner of the beach was full of laughter, some of the braver among the group dipping into the waves at one point, Cassidy giggling as she dragged Jim in and started splashing him. It was nice to see her loosen up, not that she hadn’t been cheeky or fun before, but a drunk Cassidy was something he was glad to witness, and she was certainly over her limit since she’d taken the liberty to have both hers and Jim’s assigned drinks for herself.

The water was cold, and the air was hot, and with nothing better to do, the two clubs used the day to relax. They rode high all the way into the afternoon, and the setting sun reflected the group’s winding down, some of the Mythics and Pokémon shuffling closer to whisper and giggle at one another in the dying light, the lightweight among the group passing out on their towels.

The sun wasn’t quite down yet, and Jim got an idea, turning to Cassidy who had a towel around her neck, the dragoness drying herself off after her latest dip in the ocean. “Hey, I have a surprise for you,” he said. “But we have to be quick, let’s get going.”

“We going on an adventure?” she asked, clumsily getting to her feet, the alcohol not doing her balance any favours. “Where to?”

“I just said it was a surprise, grab my shirt.”

She threw him his top, the young man struggling to put his arms through the holes as he started moving up the beach and getting his head stuck, much to the Garchomp’s amusement. They tiptoed around a passed-out Isaac and a hyperactive Kendra who was passing the volleyball around to the few standing members, but the clubs were too focused on each other to pay the departing couple any mind.

Jim fell into a brisk walk, the beach becoming less populated as the day drew into night.  The soft lights of the city on their right were gently merging into the darkening sky, the beach slowly bending away in the distance. With their group behind them and the hour growing late, all they could hear was the gentle sloshing of the waves on their left.

“Are you walking me back home again?” Cassidy asked.

“Not this time,” he said, pointing down the beach ahead of them. “You see that esplanade over there?”

“Nope,” she replied, blinking through her obviously blurry vision. “Why’re we going to a… whatever you called it?”

“You’ll see,” he replied mysteriously. He turned and saw she was wandering the wrong way. “No, over this way. Grab my hand, Cass.”

He turned her around, and with his guidance she got the idea, the two hand-in-hand as they slowly worked their way along the sand. She wrapped her scaley tail around his waist for support, the appendage packed with strong muscles, contrasting with her soft hip that rubbed against his own.

They passed a few people here and there, some staring, but Jim paid them no mind, the sand spilling between his toes as they walked. The rocks stung his heels, but they didn’t need shoes where they were going.

Soon they reached the esplanade, the dark arm of stone stretching dozens of meters into the sea, and sitting at its base was an upraised structure. Its boards were painted over with a marble white coat, huge bands of glass wrapping around the walls that faced the ocean. Through them, Jim could see dozens of dining tables, the tabletops crowded with exquisite dishes, lit by the soft glow of candles. The patrons were backlit by long shelves lined with bottles of glittering wine, the laughter and chatter above drawing Cassidy’s attention.

“You’re taking me out?” she breathed, craning her neck up at the wooden deck extending out of one side of the building, the tablecloths flapping in the ocean breeze.

“You don’t wanna go in there, the fish sucks,” Jim said. “I’ll do you one better, though. Over here.”

Still holding her hand, Jim led Cassidy towards the base of the building, the whole structure supported on several dozen pillars that held the building above the waterline, so its customers could get as close to the sea as possible with a fine view. There was a path leading between the pillars that snaked up a slight incline to a small cabin, and bobbing in the calm water nearby were maybe ten small boats.

There were skiffs with motor engines on the backs, canoes with tarps draped over their long bulks, even a jet ski parked up further up on the sand. They were tied up to the pillars that held the deck aloft, hidden in the shadow of the restaurant above.

“What are we doing here?” Cassidy whispered, looking up as a random woman started laughing, her hysterics slipping through the floorboards.

“What do you think?” he asked, picking a skiff at random and trudging through the sand towards it. “Boats have very limited uses.”

“We’re not stealing one are we?” she hissed, her head turning to track Jim as he splashed through the water.

“No!” he replied. “We’re just… temporarily borrowing one, without permission.”

“Jim!” Cassidy exclaimed, shout-whispering even harder now. “That is stealing!”

“Don’t worry, my friends and I do this all the time,” Jim replied, waving a hand at her. “Nobody uses these things anyway, that’s why they’re down here and not at an actual dock.”

“Well someone had to have put them here,” she replied, watching as he started unwinding a rope that wrapped around one of the pillars.

“Don’t worry,” he said again. He turned and looked into his chosen skiff. “This one doesn’t have any paddles, see if can you find any.”

“Paddles?” she asked. The Garchomp didn’t look like she wanted any part in all of this, but she still turned her head to look around, dipping her snout into one of the canoes to peek inside, lifting a tarp by the corner using only the tips of her nails, as if afraid to leave DNA evidence.

On the fourth boat she found a set of thick, wooden paddles, tucking them under an arm as she turned around. “We’re not taking one of the motorised ones?” she asked.

“Too loud,” he said, poking a finger up at the restaurant.

“What do you mean, too loud? I thought you said nobody uses these?” she replied. “Jim, we’re going to get in trouble if-”

“Hey!” a deep voice yelled, the pair turning in unison towards the cabin. The window had opened, the light inside shining on the back of a hunched figure wearing a sailors cap. “What are you two doing with my boats?”

“Nothing!” Jim yelled back. He threw the untied rope into the skiff and gestured at her. “Cass help me push this thing right now!”

The Garchomp watched the figure disappear back inside the cabin, the door flying open a moment later. Cassidy was clearly out of her element as she did as Jim asked, her long legs kicking up waves of water as she trundled towards their chosen skiff. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder as they directed the boat out to sea, the brown belly of the boat reflecting off the unsettled water.

Their ankles dipped below the waterline, then their knees, Cassidy’s muscles bulging beneath her scales as they fought against the waves, Jim grunting like a tennis player as he used all his strength. They pushed the boat a couple meters out, some of the diners on the deck hearing the commotion, peeking over the railing to stare at the odd sight.

“Hey come back here!” the man called, Jim looking wildly over his shoulder as their pursuer ran into the water, coming closer and closer with each lunge.

“Get in!” he said, vaulting into the skiff but losing his balance at the last moment, rag-dolling into the boat with a pained grunt. He pulled Cassidy up after recovering, the dragoness weighing an absolute ton – he wouldn’t have been able to lift her if he wasn’t pumped with adrenaline at that moment.

He thrust a paddle into her hand, the Garchomp not thinking twice as she began to row. The restaurant, and the shore, slowly began to grow distant, Jim only daring to look back once they were deeper out. The cabin man seemed to have given up, his knees just below the water as his short-lived chase ended. He was shaking his fist at them, whoever he was, his yelled threats indiscernible as the wind took them.

When they were safely away, the human and Pokémon turned to one another, their eyes as wide as plates as they caught their breath. And then Cassidy started laughing, her prior fright giving way to hysterical relief. “I-I have never done anything like that before!” she breathed. “He almost caught us!”

“He did catch us,” Jim corrected. “if I were you I’d wear a bandanna the next time you’re round that place.”

“Will he call the police?” she asked.

“He hasn’t the last hundred times me and the boys have done something like this, why would he call them now?”

“You live a wild life, Jim,” she said, play-punching him on the arm. “And you once said you’re a boring guy. So what’s the plan now?”

“Oh, right,” he said, taking up his paddle. “Steer us toward that island over there.”

She followed his pointed finger. Maybe a hundred meters out was one of those many islands that made up the isles that dotted the bay. The sun was just beginning to set over them, it would be night soon.

She dipped her paddle hesitantly into the water, the skiff bobbing along with each stroke. He could tell she was nervous. “Don’t worry about sharks,” he said. “the water’s not that deep around the Isles, and nobody’s been attacked in years.”

“I’m a Garchomp, sharks don’t bother me,” she replied, taking a moment to rest her arms. “I’ve just… never been so far away from… everything, you know?” She looked back at the bright lights lining the shore. “We’re only a short paddle away, but I haven’t got my phone, or anything. My whole life’s been moving from city to city. It feels so strange.”

“It’s good to just get away from it all once in a while,” he said, slowing his strokes and letting the current do the work. “Sometimes, I like to just highjack a boat and come out here, do some thinking. The view’s not bad either. My favourite spot’s just between those two islands there.”

“You called this the Rainbow Isles, didn’t you?” she asked, looking out at the waterline horizon. “Tell me something about it.”

“Well, the Isles are a whole bunch of islands ranging from small to very small,” he said, waving his arm at the distant collection of islands. “There’re technically hundreds of them splitting off deeper into the sea, and there’s been a lot of consistent additions, going from all the way back to the fifties to our, well, present year of time. Since we’re right between two tectonic plates the Isles stretch on for a heck of a long way, and every year one or two bits of land get formally placed into our Isles.”

“You sound very enamoured with this place,” Cassidy noted. “Have you ever discovered a bit of land, call it your own?”

“Nope, but I like to try. Come out here every year, maybe every other month and just… set sail. Hey don’t look at me like that, it’s nice, especially this time of day. There’s no one around to bother you, it’s private…”

“Good to know,” she cooed. “We finally get a moment to ourselves.”

Trying not to look at her soaked swimsuit too much, he paddled the skiff between the two islands, the waterbed just visible through the trembling waves. Cassidy peaked over the lip of the boat, awing over the colourful pockets of coral passing underneath their vessel. Schools of fish weaved between rocks covered in shells and moss, close enough they could have reached out and touched them. Jim even pointed out a turtle swimming nearby, the dragoness cooing as it flapped its fin at them like it was waving hello.

As they rounded the island on their left, a breathtaking sight enthralled the pair. The afternoon sun hung like an orange ball sinking below the horizon, turning the endless ocean into liquid flame. It seemed so much bigger and closer with the empty ocean in front of it, the cool winds coasting off the surface of the sea making the Garchomp and human shiver inside their swimwear.

“It’s beautiful,” Cassidy breathed, her eyes shining like two gold disks.

“Yeah,” he said, the dragoness craning her neck to meet his eyes. “But, you’re better. As in, like…” Whatever crap he was about to say left him in a sputter. “Sorry, that sounded so cheesy.”

“I like cheese,” Cassidy chuckled. “And thank you, for showing me this. Sunsets are so nice here, and so romantic…”

She slipped her hand into his own, and he squeezed back, her touch sending a tingle up his arm. “I wanted to apologise,” Cassidy started, staring back at the sun. “I got a little heated back there in the game, I was taking advantage of your… condition.”

“Condition, shmondition,” he said. “I managed to bring it back, didn’t I?”

“You did, it’s nice to find a boy who can keep up. We dragon’s can be… difficult in a lot of ways.”

“You’re telling me,” he said, memories of the Charizard still fresh on his mind. “But I think I got a handle on you all by now.”

“Is that so?” she asked. She leaned closer, the flesh of her thigh spilling wonderfully onto the seat beside him. “Care to prove that with a bit of a… test?”

She cupped his face in her hands, the two pouring their passion for one another into a sultry kiss, the sun illuminating one side of their faces as they ran their hands over each other. When they broke away, Jim wiped the corner of his mouth and said: “Well then. Do you want to head back? It’s getting a bit chilly.”

“The sun’s still up,” Cassidy replied. “We’ve got time.”

“Time for… what?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her hands as they trailed down to his shoulders, her claws prickling his skin pleasantly.

“You brought me all the way out here for a reason, didn’t you?” she asked, her eyes inches from his own as she licked his cheek. “We both know what we want, and now we’re all alone. So I say… why not, huh?”

Maybe it was the drink talking through her, but her admission caught him off-guard all the same. There was no need for hesitation anymore, no more dancing around social norms, her feelings were out there, and he did what his father had encouraged him to do. Pounce.

“Why not?” he echoed, Cassidy giggling as he initiated another kiss, dragging his lips form her snout to trail down her neck, pecking her hide as he went. Her scales were as flush as the tiles of a palace, shifting as his tongue brushed over their strange texture. She smelled of seawater mixed with her usual spice, the cold water droplets contrasting with her unusually warm body temperature. He ran his hands all over her, finding the dragoness soft in all the right places it mattered, her firm muscles hidden beneath the layer of blubber that gave her such alluring contours.

“This thing is so wet,” Cassidy said, gently easing Jim away as she reached behind her back. He watched with the patience of a hungry dog as she started unclipping the loops around her shoulders. Her breasts seemed to strain against the swimsuit that clung to her body like a glove, the orbs like magnets his eyes were helplessly drawn to.

She pressed herself against him as she unclipped the hooks, using his chest to keep her garment from falling off. Her breasts squashed against his torso, moulding around his skin like putty. He could feel the protrusions of her nipples poking at his naked skin through the fabric, hard enough to poke someone’s eye out.

She used her biceps to press her breasts together, chuckling as Jim stared into the depths of her cleavage. They were as red as the rest of her soft underbelly, contrasting with the off-blue scales that coloured the rest of her.

She teased him for a moment longer, then let the swimsuit fall away, her tits springing loose as if they had a mind of their own to be free. They swayed a little before settling into a flawless, teardrop shape. They were just as big as that volleyball they were playing with a few hours ago, and probably just as springy due to their pert shape.

Her swimsuit fell lower, her erect nipples exposing themselves to the chilly air. They were pink and puffy, camouflaging with the rest of her crimson boobs. Below them, her scales curved in towards her spine, her stomach packed with muscle hidden behind a layer of paunchy fat. She wasn’t built like Jim was, her strength came from the natural life as a dragoness rather than diet and exercise, her feminine curves defined in the glow of the setting sun. Her core was so powerful it was like it had been chiselled from marble, flaring into a pair of strong hips that served to carry her meaty legs around.

As her suit draped to her waist, she pressed against him again, stopping gravity from exposing her most private parts. Although hidden from this angle, he could feel the scales of her nethers through his board shorts – was she wearing anything down there?

“You first, Jim,” she chuckled, plucking at his shorts with her claws. “I want to see all of you.”

“You know how cold it’s getting, right?” he said, a shiver rolling through him as a fresh gust petered off the waves.

“Then, I’ll have to find you someplace warm…”

Her lewd implications made his heart skip, the young man untying the knot around his waistband and pulling it down, exposing his togs. After kicking them off, he was a bit too eager to match the dragoness, tossing his shorts over his shoulder without thinking, his pants landing in the water with a sploosh. While Cassidy giggled, he reached sheepishly over the boat and retrieved them, the boat rocking unsteadily in the process – the skiff was just large enough to accommodate the both of them.

The hairs on his skin standing on end, he fumbled with his last remaining clothing, Cassidy watching silently as his member bounced free. Jim was so hard it almost hurt, and although the cold would make even the most well-endowed male shrink like a turtle, being so close to this near-naked dragoness was the perfect offset, and Cassidy didn’t seem disappointed as she looked him over.

Jim lurched as she reached out with her hands, brushing his erection with her claws, tracing one of his veins, the dragoness mapping his texture.

“You do feel a little cold,” she admitted, letting his organ rest in her toasty hand. He turned his rapidly warming face away as she peered up at him. This was not at all like his encounters with his previous partner. He and Lara would cut right to the chase, before their feelings had withered away. This must be a novel experience for the Garchomp if she’d never been with a human before.

He brought up a hand and cupped her cheek in his palm, her scales pinching his skin as he trailed up to one of her bulbous horns, tracing its odd shape. It felt like it was all muscle, with just a hint of springiness to it, like the length of a rubber hose. Cassidy’s breathing started growing heavy as he stroked her horn. She’d told him they were sensitive, and his soft caresses seem to excite her, her golden eyes blazing with passion.

“I told you not to use my horns against me,” she sighed, blowing hot air on his chest as she leaned into him. He thought she was coming in for a hug, but she wanted more than that, and he couldn’t stand to overpower her, the two falling into the bottom of the skiff in a clump.

Cassidy rolled on top of him, using his thighs as leverage to pull herself down, her smooth scales rubbing pleasantly against his skin as she shot him a sultry look, moving down until she was eye-level with his waist. She wrapped an arm around his rump, lifting him up so that his member bounced off the end of her snout, Cassidy squinting her eyes like she was about to sneeze.

She let her weight fall on him, her breasts spilling like dough across his legs, her tail wagging from side to side behind her as she raised her hindquarters. She blew on his dick like she was clearing the dust from an old book, Jim shivering beneath her as he watched. She opened her maw, keeping her eyes locked on his as her tongue lolled out between her chops. Her drool drooped from its tapered end, falling onto the head of his penis, more following as she started to salivate. It covered his dick in a slippery sheen from tip to base, hot and as thick as grease, Jim’s heart beating as her gaze bored into his own.

“There, much warmer, right?” she asked. Jim could only nod, and this only seemed to amuse the dragoness further. “Warmer, shwarmer, as you would say. Don’t worry, this is just the start…”

She planted a kiss on his tip, his organ jumping along with his racing heartbeat. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she dragged her tongue up the back of his shaft, the rough texture of her organ contrasting with her spit, which acted as a lubricant, her placating strokes gliding across his sensitive flesh.

She coiled her dexterous tongue around the head, peeling back the foreskin to expose his glans, her warm breath sending his mind reeling. She flicked and swirled her tongue with a tantalising finesse, each glance sending Jim further into heaven, the man helpless to stop himself from bucking into her mouth.

She used her other arm to wrap around his waist, the dragoness hugging his lap against her chest, using her weight and strength to keep him from moving around, the sensation of being pinned only making him more sensitive to her attentions.

She wrapped her tongue around his member, the thing long enough to squeeze most of his length. His hands fell onto her horns as she eased into a slow, punishing rhythm, her tongue scratching his tender glans as she closed her mouth over the head.

Jim arched off the floor of the skiff, his frustration only growing as Cassidy kept her weight on him. A bead of his excitement wet the top of her tongue, the dragoness greedily lapping it up as she focused on his sensitive underside.

She swallowed more of his length, Jim covering his face with his hands as the Garchomp peered up at him. The wet sounds of her saliva mixing with her eager lips was driving him crazy, Cassidy inching along his cock, her tongue wetting the way until she kissed the base, taking Jim all the way to the hilt.

She drew him deeper with a powerful swallow, the flesh of her inner cheeks sealing around him with the tightness of a lover’s loins. She pursed her lips around his pubic hair, the corner of her mouth curling into a mischievous grin as her throat flexed as she started to gulp.

Her throat constricted as his member reached the back of her mouth, the dragoness sucking so hard it was like she was trying to force him into climaxing using brute force alone, her tongue cushioning his length in all directions. She swirled and licked, grazing his shaft with her teeth, always keeping him on edge as the pleasure sent Jim into a trance.

“Was I right or was I right?” Cassidy asked, speaking around his member. Forget warm, she was as hot as a furnace in that maw of hers, the heat permeating him to the core. She giggled as he once again was lost for words, her voice sending vibrations through his very bones. She started to increase her pace, sliding him in and out of her mouth, the cold air and her hot mouth differing so rapidly he couldn’t help but moan into his hand each time her throat staved off the freezing ocean air.

The slippery drool, her soft cheeks, her lips sealing around his shaft as she glided up and down his length, it was all too much, an ache rising from deep inside him. He grabbed her horns and started thrusting, seeking out more of this stimulation. He didn’t grip hard, but just enough so that she stopped chuckling, her eyes closing as he fucked into her waiting mouth, the dragoness moaning as she let him set the pace.

His abs began to tense, and Cassidy seemed to sense he was close, gripping his butt tightly as she brought her lips to the base of his cock. Once last squeeze of her throat was all it took to finish him, Jim writhing on the wooden floor as the first wave of his emission surfaced. He painted the roof of her mouth white, Cassidy’s eyes going wide at the sensation. Electric tingles shot up from his toes to his skull, his dick twitching between her lips, his seed filling her mouth as another wave chased the first.

Slipping through her saliva and his emission like an eel, her tongue racked his glans with cruel, swirling motions, a third rope of his cum racing out into her waiting throat. All his senses dialled up to eleven as he filled Cassidy’s maw with his seed – the ocean wind, the water dripping off his arms, Cassidy’s winding tongue – all he could do was lay back and relax, letting the sweet euphoria take him.

He banged his head against the skiff as the warmth of afterglow soothed him, Cassidy squeezing out one last spurt of his seed before she unhooked her arms from around him.

She lifted her mouth, kissing his dick goodbye, sending one last pang of pleasure rolling through him. She swirled their combined fluids around her mouth like she was sampling a new wine, the dragoness tipping her head back to swallow.

“Bitter, but not bad at all,” she said, gazing at him covetously as she sat up. “What’s wrong, Jim? Mr. Feedback’s gone a little quiet.”

“You were amazing,” he said, Cassidy grinning down at him with palpable lust. She crawled over, laying on her side as she snuggled up to him, draping a leg over his waist. Somehow she’d managed to keep her swimsuit from falling away that whole time, the top of her mound hidden tantalisingly behind the lip of the fabric.

“We dragons can be hard in the sack,” she admitted, smiling up at him a she nuzzled his neck. No, it wasn’t a smile, but a grin, one born from victory at that. Her dragon’s pride was telling them both that she’d won him over. He’d meet her challenge, for his and all human’s sakes.

“Not as hard as us,” he replied. It was a bit of a clumsy comeback, and probably didn’t fit the context perfectly, but he didn’t care, grabbing Cassidy by one of her thorny shoulders and rolling her onto her back. The boat swayed from side to side with the movement, Jim turning his gaze down to stare slack-jawed at her assets. Her breasts were proportionate on her large form, but a human woman would have broken her back carrying those things around. The two orbs were as red as wine, the crimson scales of her underbelly a little smaller than the blue ones on her arms and back. The red mounds gave way to two pink nipples, her flesh wobbling as he cupped her boobs in his palms.

They were too large for his manhandling, so he tested their weight instead, giving them an experimental squeeze in delighting how they sprang back into their pert shape. Despite her scales, her bosom was remarkably soft to the touch, the young man fighting through the layer of blubber to seek out the firmer tissue beneath, his fingernails disappearing into her hide up to the first knuckle.

Like he was a baker’s apprentice, Jim started to knead, Cassidy’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as she arched her spine, her sculpted body seeking out more of his attentions. Jim did his best to take in every move she made, drinking in every appreciative shiver that rolled through her shapely waist and chiselled stomach, the human enthralled as he watched her dance beneath him.

His partner gasped softly as he leaned down and drew the flat of his tongue across one of her nipples, giving the protrusion the popsicle treatment as he began to lick and suck. The thing was huge, swollen and doubly sensitive by how much Cassidy was squirming. She breathed hot air on his head as he drew random shapes across it, a comely moan from the dragoness’s lips sending a pleasant shiver down his body.

Jim mouthed at one while he groped at the other, occasionally swapping between the two orbs as he sampled her. He grew bolder and began to chew on a nipple, pursing it between his teeth and attacking it with his tongue. The dragoness made a sound that was a mix between a gasp and a growl, his partner shivering like she’d just got the chills, and he felt her hands cup his head, pushing him deeper into her chest, a demand he was all to eager to comply with. Her crimson scales slid across his blushing cheeks with almost no resistance – her underbelly was nowhere near as armoured as the rest of her, and probably packed with nerve endings as a result.

“You’ve done this before,” she murmured, but it wasn’t an accusation, even though it felt like one to Jim. He had a smart-ass reply on the tip of his tongue, but old memories from his ex-lover distracted him. He pushed them away as he focused on how springy her flesh was, a throb coursing through his member as her sweet scent intoxicated him.

When he felt like he’d teased her long enough, her grabbed her by her love-handles and slid himself lower, putting his face level with her midriff. Her core had more in common with a sculpted statue than a normal person, the powerful muscles of her stomach tensing as he ran his hands over the channels carved into her belly. Her scales were wet from either the water or her own sweat, he wasn’t sure, but his fingers glided across her body as his hands travelled the soft contours of where her thighs met her waist. She wasn’t an athlete, but she wasn’t fat, the dragoness running the fine line between them and yet possessing the traits of both.

“Oh, Jim,” Cassidy moaned, the young man’s heart fluttering at hearing his name. His nose brushed down her navel as he travelled further south, her mound rising above her loins in a beautiful curve, his earlier comparison to statues closer to the truth than he thought.

Before he came face-to-face with her most intimate parts, the dragoness closed her thighs, blocking his view. He shot her a pretend annoyed glance, and she giggled down at him, the pair’s eyes meeting through her scaley cleavage. He grabbed her by the knees and eased her legs apart, removing her swimsuit that had hung there this whole time, looking down to see a pair of flushed, puffy lips winking back at him. They were a lighter shade of red than the rest of her scales, like the colour of creaming soda, blooming open like the petals of a flower, eager for his touch.

Her scent was stronger than ever now, Jim’s lungs filling with it with each gulp of air, fuelling his lust like a drug. Cassidy watched with lidded eyes as he brought his face between her thighs, running his tongue from the bottom of her entrance to the top.

From somewhere above him, Jim heard a snarl, a glob of her juices sliding out from her lips to drip down her thigh. She was so receptive, her hips gyrating as he held onto her waist for purchase, nothing like the last few times he’d been with Lara. He decided to tease her back like she’d done to him, kissing her inner thigh and nibbling on the scales around her mound, but never coming close enough to sate her.

“J-Jim,” she pleaded, her voice was slurred, like she was drunk. Then he remembered she probably was. “Please.”

“How the tables turn,” he replied, breathing on her flushed entrance as he peered up at her. “Hard in the sack, that what you said before?”

“Fine, fine, I’m sorry,” she said. “Just… I just need you to-”

Her words trailed into a groan as he delved between her legs, plunging his tongue inside her lips to lap at her vulva, her fem-juices leaking down the sides of his mouth. He poked at her folds, finding them to be softer than any silk he’d ever touched. The sounds of his chewing were almost as loud as the waves sloshing against the hull of the skiff, Cassidy bucking into his face as his lips brushed over something solid.

He flicked his tongue at it, and the dragoness growled at him, Jim realising he was poking at her swollen clitoris. He drew random shapes all over it, sealed his lips round it, drawing her bud out so he could lap at it in earnest.

He felt her powerful thighs brush against his face, Cassidy sealing them around his head as if afraid he might pull away. She ground her hips against him, deepening the stimulation as he delved into her most intimate place. In the same way the soft layer of fat concealed the strong muscles on her body, so too did her lions follow the same principle. Her satin-soft folds gave way to pure muscle, the beginnings of her passage rippling and constricting around his probing tongue with the strength of a fist.

He ran a hand up her thigh, resting his palm against her entrance, tracing the swollen pattern of her lips with a finger, Cassidy’s thighs quivering around him as he did. Using her liquid excitement to wet his digit, he eased his finger inside, her folds coiling around it to draw it deeper inside. Her flesh rippled along the length of his finger with a tightness that almost hurt, Jim’s heart racing as he imagined what it would feel like to feel these heavenly walls wrapping over his member. That was what he'd wanted for a long time now, but now that he was so close, he wanted the night to last for as long as it could, he wanted to make Cassidy feel as good as she’d done for him.

He curled his finger inside of her, the Garchomp squeezing her legs over his head, her sheer tightness making any complex movements a challenge. Her lions were radiating a tremendous heat, it was like putting his face to the surface of a stove, even his finger felt like it might melt inside of her, sweat trickling from his forehead as his world turned to nothing but pink scales.

“M-Maybe I didn’t need to plead after all,” Cassidy moaned, shivering as he dragged his tongue eagerly over her bud. He said something, but all she heard was a muffled couple of words. “Are you okay?” she asked. His free hand came up and he gave her a thumbs-up. “Good, because I sure am…”

She rolled her hips as she fucked his face, Jim extending another finger out to slip inside her, her tight folds sealing around it like a second skin. His raging member flexed jealously as her love tunnel sucked on his digits when he tried to pull them away, her loins desperate to have something inside them.

“My God, Jim,” she breathed. “Maybe I-I should have…”

She lost her train of thought as he licked at her bud, easing it out to his waiting lips. He continued on like that between her legs for a little longer, and then he felt Cassidy’s legs shift. She planted her clawed feet on his shoulders, pushing him away. He was still connected to her love tunnel by a thick strand of fluid clinging to his mouth, which broke as he fell back and hit his head on the seat behind him.

Rubbing the back of his head, he looked up to see Cassidy propping herself up on her elbows, wagging a finger at him. “You’re going to wear me out with that damn tongue of yours,” she accused. “And even I’m starting to feel the cold now. We should… move things along, if you know what I mean.”

“O-Okay,” he stammered. “Do you… want the top or the bottom?” he asked, the wind ruffling his hair as he stared right at her vagina. She closed her legs and giggled like a conspiring schoolgirl.

“Bet you’ve been wanting to ask me that for a while now. I might crush you if I was on top.”

“Sounds like a good problem to me,” he said, the two laughing as he crawled over to her, using her long, muscular legs to hoist himself up until their waists were lined up. He held one side of the skiff for support, using his other arm to angle his raging member towards her vulva. To say she was fever-hot would be putting it lightly, she was radiating a heat that teetered on being scolding. Her rubbed his dick against her entrance, the dragoness batting her eyes as she watched their lions touch. Jim coated his dick in her excitement, lubricating himself before lining up with her splayed lips.

Her ring of muscle gently wrapped over his tip as he pushed, Jim inching himself along despite his desire to plunge right in like this was the kick-off in the finals. Cassidy gasped as more of her walls parted, her folds clenching around the top of his shaft. Her insides gripped him like a soft, warm glove, Jim clenching his teeth as he lost his balance for a second.

He could feel her heartbeat through her innermost flesh, pulsing in time with her heaving chest. Every minute flex and shift he’d experienced with his fingers now coiled over the top of his shaft, and it was enough to give him pause, the man pausing as her folds flexed against his glans.

But he didn’t have time to catch his breath. Cassidy swung her legs around him, locking his hips between her meaty thighs, her legs crossing over his butt. “I can’t wait any longer,” she moaned, using nothing but her legs to pull him into her scaley tunnel.

He bottomed out inside her, her lips melting over the base of his shaft like wet clay, the two lurching as they mated. He fit so snugly inside her it was like his dick had just been vacuum-packed in her velvety walls, no gap between their flesh as her tunnel squeezed around his member.

“Geezus,” he panted, an especially tight squeeze making him double over. Their belly’s met as he leaned down on her, her soft, scaley hide as welcoming as his mattress. “Are you doing that?”

“Wh-Who else would it be?” she asked, her covetous eyes gazing up at him.

“Oh, yeah. Stupid question. Just don’t… don’t squeeze so much or this’ll end very quickly.”

“Sounds like a you problem to me,” she purred, laughing as another clench rolled through her heavenly walls.

His hair bounced as he rolled his eyes, Jim gripping her scaley hips in his hands and pulling out of her with all the speed of a tortoise. Her slippery walls sucked on his glans with the strength of magnets, as if her loins couldn’t stand the thought of being empty. He was aware of every crease and wrinkle she had, her walls rippling up his length in all directions.

He pulled away until only his head was inside her hungry lips, and then he plunged back into her with an audible clap. This time it was her who was taken aback, a wonderful ripple travelling up her taut belly from the impact, the dragoness growling somewhere above him. Every nerve in Jim’s body was electrified with pleasure, the wonderful sensation of their coupling making his body feel fuzzy and warm. This was everything he had dreamed of and more, and yet this was no dream, Cassidy was here with him, as naked as he was. The coolness of her scales beneath his fingers, her boiling passage coiling over his cock, somehow he’d managed to make all this reality.

Cassidy was in her own world it seemed, her eyes losing focus as his member flexed inside her, her hands trailing over his stomach as she admired him, one hand grabbing at the lip of the boat as if the Garchomp was afraid she might float away.

He settled into a slow rhythm, delighting in how each time he pulled out, her flesh would stick to him like glue and follow him out, cushioning his thrusts as he hilted himself inside her. Cassidy used her legs to deepen their coupling, locking them behind him and pulling when he did, inching a little further into her draconic pussy with each push.

She arched her back off the bottom of the skiff, the way she writhed sending the strong muscles in her core flexing beneath her crimson hide. Her breasts swayed as they slowly upped their pace, the soft orbs quivering with their conjoined movements. Her thighs wobbled too as his hips ground against them, she was so soft in all the right places it was driving him mad.

“More,” she cooed, her long tongue wetting her lips. “I need more.”

It was part request, part demand, her legs digging into his rump as she pulled him into her hard enough to leave bruises. Her eyes snapped shut as he bottomed-out, Cassidy leaning back, her head lolling about in time with the waves. Or maybe they were making the waves by how much the boat moved, Jim wasn’t sure.

Even despite the dropping of the air temperature, Jim found a few droplets of sweat on his brow, the liquid falling down onto Cassidy’s scales, making her shine in the waning sunlight. A few even trickled over her perfect breasts, coating them in little glittering droplets, as if he needed further reason to marvel at them.

As he felt the first waves of his surfacing limit approach, his world flipped on its head. Or his head, specifically. Cassidy demonstrated her superior strength by rolling him onto his back before he could process what was happening. He groaned as the strong grip on his member was broken, their groins staying linked together by a copious amount of fluids, breaking to fall to the deck below them.

He was pulled to the side, Cassidy poising herself above him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the side of the skiff, her legs thumping as she placed her feet to either side of his hips. Jim groaned again, but not out of pleasure this time. She’d slammed his head straight into the skiff’s flank, his head angling over the lip that he could just see the waterline and the island behind them.

“Ouch!” he yelped. “Watch the concussion!” He looked down and shivered as her fem-nectar dripped out of her entrance to drape over his belly.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her excitement blending with a hint of shame. “I decided I wanted to be on top.”

“I can see that,” he said, watching as she laid a hand on his stomach as she positioned herself above his dick. “Just… watch out, you’re pretty, uh, heavy.”

“Wow. Just fat-shame me now of all times, why don’t you?”

“I meant heavy as in, good heavy,” he replied sheepishly.

She snorted. “You’re lucky I like it when you say these silly things.” His expression must have told her he was a little apprehensive of the new position, the dragoness leaning down to deliver one of her signature kisses. Her soft snout met his lips, the Garchomp pouring her affection into every stroke of her long tongue. When she parted, all he could see was her hypnotizing eyes.

“I’d never hurt you,” she crooned.

“I mean you just kinda did…”

“Starting now,” she huffed.

He tried and failed to stop a moan from escaping his lips as she lowered herself on him, her sopping vulva wrapping gently over his glans as he slipped inside her. She was in control of their pace now, and apparently he hadn’t been going nearly hard enough for the dragoness, her meaty ass spilling over his thighs as she leaned back, her hands sliding down to grip his stomach. She lifted herself up, only his sensitive head inside her love tunnel, and then let gravity drop her back down, his shaft disappearing into her heavenly depths. Her walls massaged him with each plunge, Jim powerless to do nothing but let her ride him.

He ran his hands over her wonderful stomach, her flexing muscles tightening when he touched them. Her hips rolled like she was performing a dance with them, making slow circles and rocking against his hips, switching lazily between the two. Her tunnel squeezed around him in roiling waves, Jim losing focus as she sent his nerves alight with pleasure. His eyes started losing focus as she added a twisting motion with each downward thrust, making sure he mapped out every inch of her vagina in new, exciting angles.

Cassidy was panting, her hot breath misting the cold air. The last wedge of the falling sun framed her thorned shoulders and the curves of her chest, making her features stand out to Jim even in his state. She spread her thighs apart to give him a wonderful view of their coupling, the sight of her walls spilling over the base of his member enrapturing him.

She picked up the pace until her bounces were almost desperate, the dragoness moaning each time he bottomed out inside her. Her walls were clenching harder, her little sounds growing in volume, her hands gripping him hard enough to leave red welts, she was getting close, and so was he, that familiar ache returning with renewed vigour.

He tried to lift himself to meet her thrusts, but she was too heavy for him to do much, the skiff rocking back and forth in time with her thrusts. He swore he could feel a bit of water splash up into his hair due to this angle he was in, and some of the wooden boards were creaking as the dragoness subjected him to gradually more harder thrusts.

“I need more,” she panted, her voice cracking. “just a little more…”

She fucked him into the boat with a new urgency, driving his dick into her burning passage hard enough his hips started to ache. Her powerful walls flexed and moved around him, her folds raking him as she used her superior strength to use him to bring herself to climax. It was fitting they were out here in the ocean, the waves of the sea just like the waves of pleasure the two were riding out into the closing finale.

Cassidy turned her snout to the sky, her moans culminating in a bestial whine as her vigour evaporated with one last drop of her waist. Her body seized up, her muscles tensing as her orgasm began. Her walls shivered along with her powerful muscles, closing around his member in contracting waves. She lifted, and dropped herself down on him one more time, the dragoness shivering contentedly as she came, her fem-nectar spilling from around his dick to pool on his lap.

The sight of her release sent Jim into his own world of bliss. He lifted his hips to meet hers, as much as her weight would allow, making a sound that a monkey in heat would make rather than a human male should. He erupted into her eager hole, her draconic walls teasing out his baby batter with slow, narrow massages. His hot seed shot into her waiting womb, the dragoness shuddering as he filled her to capacity.

Another desperate bounce, Cassidy ringing out another wave out of him, Jim sinking his fingers into her hips to steady himself as his climax drew out into what felt like minutes of ecstasy, but could have only been seconds. Just as the sweet ache of afterglow began to chase his release, Cassidy had different plans in mind.

She lifted, and dropped again, harder than any of her previous, desperate bounces, perhaps wanting to get as much out of this as possible, but in her throes of pleasure she pushed the balance of the skiff a little too far. The boat had been rocking in time with their frantic pace, but this last plunge sent it off-kilter. Cassidy made a high-pitched squeal that would have made more sense coming from a frightened Ralts than a Garhomp. A sort of: “Eeeeeek-!” –that jim would have found humorous had he the time to laugh, which he did not.

His world flipped until he dunked forehead-first into the sea, the dragoness clinging to him as they tumbled into the water with a great splash, the two surprisingly still coupled on the way down. Jim let out a burbled cry as the freezing water pricked at his naked skin, the cold making his aching balls shrink to the size of green peas.

The growing moonlight cast wavering, white light along the surface of the ocean above him, Jim looking through blurry eyes to see Cassidy clinging to his side. He shuddered, not because of the temperature, but because she separated from him, one last pang of pleasure rippling through him as he slid out of her. He imagined their combined fluids were seeping out of her, but it was too dark to make out anything definite.

He held her by the arm as he began to paddle to the surface, breaching the water with a pained gasp – everything from the neck down felt like ice in these damned waters. He looked around and saw the skiff nearby, which had capsized, the serial number painted on its belly glowing in the moonlight.

A moment later and Cassidy surfaced beside him, spitting out a ball of water that landed directly on Jim’s temple. As he wiped at his face, he shot her an annoyed look, which she responded with a sheepish grin.

“My bad,” was all she said.

“Your bad?” he replied, his teeth chattering. “My dick feels like a… like a popsicle!”

“How do you think I feel? My tits are like two sacks of ice in this damn water!”

Their frowns slowly morphed into smiles, and the two began to laugh at their strange situation, even as their naked bodies froze with pain. They swam over to the skiff, the couple taking the boat by one side and grunting as they lifted it back onto its correct side.

“Wait, where’s my swimsuit?” Cassidy asked. She looked around, eventually spotting a pile of clothing draped atop the water nearby. After retrieving their clothes, he helped her climb aboard after struggling himself into the skiff. She hesitated there in the water as she looked him over. “You’ve got a nice butt, Jim, thought I’d mention it.”

“Thanks?” It must be glowing in the moonlight at this angle, the moon hanging behind and above them. “Let’s get back to shore,” he said, rubbing his shivering shoulders as she climbed aboard.

“Good idea,” Cassidy said, her body covered in water, the way it travelled down her sculpted muscles distracting him. “That’ll give us some time before we can go again.”

“Huh?” he asked, feeling small as she peered down at him with her hungry eyes.

“What?” Cassidy asked with a shrug. “We’ll need some way of warming up once we’re on dry land. Or would you rather we end the night early?”

“Well, if you insist…”

Despite his fake aloofness, he’d never paddled faster than he did that night, angling the boat back to the mainland. Before they got going, Cassidy pulled him close, leaning into him and subjecting him to another dizzying kiss that left him eager for what else she had in store for him.