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Something felt rotten in the state of Elyos.
Not because of the corrupted, or Sombron. Because of Alear's emotions. Something about her just felt wrong.
It all started with her thousand year slumber. She had no memories of her time before sleeping. Yet she had vivid memories of her comatose state. Something welled inside of her, this kind of bitter malice that infected every fiber of her being.
And something purified that corruption. The passage of time felt weird when one was asleep. Yet at consistent intervals, something happened. Some kind of outside force managed to take away all of the negative feelings within her, leaving her almost purified after the act.
The moment she woke up from her deep slumber, she felt great. Better than ever! Each passing battle, however, made that nasty feeling return. As if something was missing from her life. Something filled her with stress, anxiety, a sort of rage unlike her usual cheery self.
By the time they reached Brodia, Alear realized her issue.
She was unbearably horny.
It had been nearly two weeks since she woke up, without a single opportunity for release. Not to mention all the centuries before that. And no one ever left her alone!
From training sessions, to wartime planning, to constant battles, back to the Somniel to tend to every little facet to ensure it all ran smoothly. Alfred practically hovered over her, Clanne never gave her a moment to rest. Even when she tried to sleep, her fellow allies made a habit of waking her up for menial matters, ensuring not a single moment of privacy! Being the head of a religion was exhausting.
All she could do was grit her teeth, and endure the welling feeling of discord inside of her. After another successful battle, she went through her daily tasks, then shuffled off to bed. Frustrated and unsatisfied. For a brief moment, she considered touching herself, only for a few minutes. The thought of Vander hovering by the door and walking in on her convinced her otherwise. On some level, she wondered if the only way she'd ever get off is by ending the entire war. Wouldn't that be absurd?
She closed her eyes and drifted off to a world of dreams.
And in that dream, her wishes were fulfilled.
Exactly like when she was in her coma, that pleasant feeling returned once more. She envisioned it perfectly. Alear floated on a bed of clouds, a beautiful woman positioned between her legs. Using only her tongue and her gentle fingers, completely unconcerned for her own pleasure, she lapped up all of her fluids.
Alear barely had a moment to register her mounting pleasure. Her thighs squeezed around the woman's neck to lock her into place. To ensure her willing participant had no choice but to bring her to climax.
She heard the girl sputter. She didn't feel the girl stop. With feverish movements, she continued to run her tongue along Alear, drenching her with her saliva, more eager to please and serve than to satisfy herself.
As embarrassed as she was to admit, this kind of pleasure proved too overstimulating for Alear. Having gone so long without satisfaction, she could only wince when her climax quickly arrived. The girl beneath her had no warning, as multiple shots of cum rhythmically fired out. She heard a gasp of surprise, a moan, and for once, Alear felt complete.
Her stress washed away entirely. Her entire body shook with pleasure, a long denied orgasm finally attained. For once, she felt good. More than good, absolutely divine, like the goddess everyone proclaimed her to be.
Alear's eyes slowly fluttered open. Moonlight illuminated her room, indicating it was the middle of the night. Not a peep from outside the doors, only the sound of ragged breathing. It took a few moments to realize what she experienced. When she did, she groaned in annoyance.
"A wet dream…" She grumbled. "Great. As if cleaning up wasn't annoying enough already."
She lifted the bedsheets to inspect the damage, see how aggravating it'd be to clean the mess. The sight underneath the blanket was one she'd never expect to see in a thousand years.
"Framme?"
Her faithful steward, Framme, had positioned herself underneath the covers. And she wasn't wearing clothes. Alear had only fantasized about seeing friends naked. To see her steward's small, perky breasts… her smooth skin… pure unmitigated lust in the glisten of her eyes… the faint musculature of her body… and a bubble butt that slowly swayed as if to hypnotically tempt her… that once relieved feeling soon grew replaced with a renewed lust she was ashamed to feel.
Both of Framme's hands gripped tight on her dragon cock, long and girthy enough to overshadow the size of her face. A face absolutely drenched in her seed. Framme only gave a big, toothy grin, when Alear spotted her hard at work.
"Not to worry, Divine Dragon!" she said cheerfully. "Your steward noticed your problem and knew what she had to do! I locked the door, so no one will be bothering us until you're perfectly satisfied!"
"You… noticed?"
Alear felt absolutely befuddled. Sure, at times she considered asking one of the pretty girls around here to help her out. She pushed aside the thought instantly, so as not to take advantage of them. To see Framme in front of her, completely naked, idly stroking her cock as they talked, her gentle fingers like velvet against her skin… part of her wanted to push her away and retreat to solitude. Part of her felt enraptured under her touch.
"Sure did!" said Framme. "That was one of my duties as your steward. To make sure you were satisfied at all times. It was easier when you were asleep, but I didn't know if you still wanted it when you were awake, but I saw how grouchy you were, and I didn't want to see my lovely dragon be a grump, so I-"
"Framme!" Alear cut off her excited gibberish. She knew if she didn't, Framme could talk for hours on end about her. "Did you… give me a blowjob while I was sleeping?"
"It was more of a handjob with licking." Framme spoke with no shame, as if this were a completely normal line of conversation. "Do you want a blowjob? I can give you one. I can give you anything you want."
"I don't… I don’t need a blowjob," said Alear, hesitantly. "I mean, thank you, for helping, but I'm fine now."
"Are you sure?" asked Framme. "You may not know this, with your memory and all, but I love doing this! All female stewards of the Divine Dragon serve as your personal cumdumpster!"
"They… what?"
Framme's eyes took on a distinct gleam. Even as Alear squirmed, as the realization filled her mind, Framme continued to stroke Alear slowly. Not enough to get her off, but enough to keep her erection firm. Despite having just came, Alear's cock still throbbed with anticipation. Small droplets of precum leaked from the tip, which Framme eagerly lapped up with her tongue before continuing to speak.
"We were taught when we took this role, a Dragon's libido is insatiable. We'd have to drain you completely, or else you'd go crazy. So every night, a steward came in here, and made sure to milk your cock until you were satisfied! It's been going on for years, and now it's my turn!"
"And you… like doing this?"
"Alear, you have my word. The only reason I exist is to make sure you get off. If I can't make you cum… I'd be incomplete!"
Alear whined. Truthfully, she had very few reasons to hold back, aside from common decency. In front of her sat a girl, face already covered in her seed, begging to be used while she licked at Alear's cock. A cock that she feared would completely break the girl. Yet with how eagerly she looked up at her, how she rubbed her legs together out of pure anticipation, and the overwhelming lust that continued to cloud her mind at the sheer prospect of finally indulging in all the carnal desires she held back on…
"Okay," said Alear.
"Geh?"
"I know… I know you care about me." She spoke in a manner that sounded like she was trying to convince herself. "Maybe a little too much. But I know it’ll become a problem later if I’m irritable on the battlefield because I’m too… enamored, with lust. I don’t want any of my friends to get hurt because of that. So… okay. I want… I want a blowjob. Please, Framme. I actually do need your help."
"The Divine Dragon…" Framme gasped. "The Divine Dragon asked me to use my mouth…"
Framme squeezed her eyes shut. Alear noticed, with the little sense that still remained in her body, that Framme's legs were clenched together. Merely asking for sex was enough to fill the steward with vigor, to get her excited for a long night of pleasure. If Alear had any doubt remaining within her, it shattered, and replaced itself with eager excitement.
"I can… I can do this!" Framme pumped herself up. She finally opened her eyes, staring at the Divine Dragon's cock in its full glory.
Truth be told, Alear was a monster. Dragons outclassed humans in so many regards. Their cocks were far bigger and girthier, their stamina much greater, and their loads much more potent, more virile, more… everything. Framme experienced this first hand many times. You didn't need to just be a strong girl to handle a dragon cock. Women like Etie would give up after one night. No, Framme possessed a lust that could rival a Dragon's, and the pure utter devotion for Alear required to handle her night after night.
Yet seeing Alear awake, needy, waiting for Framme to please her made her heart rate fasten. She felt a pressure greater than any before to prove her worth as the Divine Dragon's personal cocksleeve. When she serviced Alear in her sleep, she enjoyed herself. Now, she sensed an intense sexual energy emanating from the Divine Dragon, that made the task all the more imposing.
Framme started slow. She pressed the cock against her face, observed as its full length went from her chin, all the way to the platinum blonde locks on the top of her head. Merely feeling it this close, it gave off a distinct warmth, one that made Framme's eyes glaze over in reverence. Working her way from the base, she planted kisses along Alear’s shaft.
"I love this cock," she said. “You don’t know how many nights I’ve worshiped it.”
Alear wanted so desperately for Framme to take her in her mouth. Her body writhed, her fingers gripped onto the bed sheets out of sheer neglect. The more Framme toyed with her, took her time to please her, the more her mind filled with images and temptations to utterly ravage her. She had the temperament of a needy woman who wanted nothing more than to cum. And Framme had the temperament of a needy woman who wanted nothing more than to take her time.
She worked her way up the shaft, granting Alear a second tongue bath. Now able to focus more on the sensations, it took all of her willpower to allow Framme to service her. Framme rubbed the cock against her face, taking in its musk, its radiance. Stained with the cum that soaked her face, and the precum leaking out of her cock, Framme had no choice but to lick it clean. Her tongue came out in long, lurid licks. Slow, methodical, the motions of a woman truly savoring the meal in front of her. Only when her cock practically glistened with her saliva did she give it a gentle kiss, and work her way further to the tip.
“I can’t even play with myself anymore…” Framme mumbled in between her licks. “Every time I try, I think about you… about this cock… it’s the only thing that can get me off now…”
Alear’s moans came out as whimpers. Small pathetic whines, as the girl below her treated her as an idol. She looked so beautiful, so eager. A distinct look on her face proved all of her words true. It took nearly a full minute of teasing, of worship, to fully revere all of Alear’s cock. Each inch she cleaned a full experience of torturous pleasure, a build up to something greater she needed to patiently wait for. Now, Framme’s face hovered near the head. Her breath came out heavy. Thick sighs rained down upon her shaft, Framme’s tongue already hanging out. The girl looked more eager to suck cock than Alear did to be serviced.
She needed this. They both did. Framme claimed to exist only to please her. And Alear, her dragon libido overwhelming her, felt an intense desire to release. To climax, to fill any hole presented to her. One wanted to use, and one wanted to be used. It’d debase her, she’d sound pathetic saying this out loud… and yet…
“Framme,” said Alear. “I need you. I need to cum inside of you. Can’t you see how much it hurts?”
Framme watched Alear’s cock intently. The way it swelled thicker than usual, the way it throbbed mere inches away from her face. She feared, if she didn’t calm her down now, then Alear may truly become an unstoppable force of pure lust. And she feared the potential of not swallowing every drop of cum presented to her.
“Please, use me as you see fit!” said Framme. “I’ll do anything for the Divine Dragon and her Divine cock!”
Without another word, before Alear could protest or whine or beg for more, Framme opened her mouth wide. In one swift motion, she wrapped her lips around the tip of Alear’s cock. Even Alear knew, just from looking at her, that taking it all was a nearly impossible task. Her steward seemed to strain, go pink in the face, and struggle to breathe, as she took inch after inch into her mouth.
Yet Framme had done this before. She knew the difficulty of the task, and she was eager to please. Alear’s breath hitched, as she descended further down her cock she gasped out, until her breaths turned into loud, visceral moans of pleasure, once Framme reached the base of her cock.
The steward’s throat visually bulged from the enormity of her cock. Any normal girl would be broken at this point, yet Framme continued to endure, absolutely engrossed with providing pleasure, with deriving pleasure from being filled. Alear could only hold on, her mind and body taken by the intensity of her steward’s devotedness.
She bobbed her head, allowing Alear’s cock to slide along her tongue, completely slick with saliva, before it slammed into the back of her throat. Alear whined, unable to do much but relish the intense feeling of her throat coiling around her shaft, like a vice attempting to milk her completely. She knew, all those distant memories of calmness washing over her, were from sessions like this. From skilled women draining her cock, erasing all the malice within her. She only wished, if it felt this good all the time, she had been awake to experience it.
Though despite Framme’s claim of experience, she had her limits. Alear’s cock filled her throat completely, stretched it to its limits. She sucked on its girth, pushed her head deep into its length until she could plant gentle kisses on her skin. Still, her face grew red as she strained to get her master off, tears rolled down her face from the enormity of the task, and only when her eyes started to glaze over did she finally have a sense of mind to pull away. Her mouth left the cock that filled her, an audible pop filled the air, and she took one long, desperate gasp of air.
A few strands of spit kept her connected to the cock beneath her. Her heart pounded out of her chest, her eyes locked onto Alear’s. So emotionally vulnerable, she knew the look on her face from all their previous sessions. She made the same face in her sleep. She was close to getting off. If only she could’ve lasted longer, if only she were a more faithful steward. To make up for it, she continued to stroke off Alear’s now deeply slickened cock as she spoke.
"God… you taste… sooooo good," she said in between ragged breaths. "I'm glad… I can finally tell you that. I've been swallowing this cock… for months… and it only gets better each time."
“Framme…” Alear whispered. “I need…”
“I care about you,” she said. “More than myself. You’re the Divine Dragon. You’re mine. And this cock is mine too.”
“Framme… I can’t…”
“I need to make you cum. Because I’m your servant. Your steward. Your cocksleeve.”
“I can’t… wait anymore.”
“Please… use me…”
Alear’s overwhelming libido took over. She wouldn’t be content with a simple handjob. She needed more of her mouth. She needed to cum inside of Framme, or she’d never be satisfied. No longer gripping the bedsheets, her hands went to Framme’s hair. She only let her steward get one last gasp of air before shoving her cock back inside of her mouth.
Framme’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, utterly fulfilled with being used like a toy. Alear held her in place as she thrust into her, forcing Framme to deepthroat her entirely. With no regard for whether she could breath, no regard for her own pleasure, she felt unlike herself, no longer the cheerful leader who watched over her friends. In this moment, she was nothing more than a Divine Dragon who needed to release, lest she lose herself entirely.
Alear moaned constantly, each rut of her hips exploring the deepest parts of her mouth. Framme groaned, savoring the feeling of being used, of the precum that leaked out of Alear and gave her faint hints of the gift to come. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t move, couldn’t even touch herself as her mind clouded over.
All the same, even in her lust driven state, Alear witnessed it. Framme’s eyes clenched shut, her face a complete mess. For a moment, her entire body clenched at once, her throat hitched and grew tighter than usual, a tightness that she struggled against. Without any shame, Framme came from the brutal facefucking. Her pussy twitched, an automatic process, to milk a cock that didn’t fill her, as she stained the bedsheets below them with her wetness.
That was enough to push Alear over the edge herself. She panted, whined, didn’t want to escape this feeling of pleasure, this utterly divine paradise comprised of her steward’s mouth. The first shot of cum fired faster than she could react, directly down her throat before she could even taste it. The second, third, and all the rest filled her mouth completely. Framme, barely conscious, came alive at the taste.
Alear held on tight, rode her orgasm through with one earshattering moan, kept Framme in place to ensure all of her seed could go inside of her. And her steward obediently accepted it all. An orgasm that felt like hours, and only lasted a minute, filled Framme to the brim. She staggered backwards, as waves of intense pleasure washed over her body, until she fell back onto the bed, exhausted.
Framme tried swallowing it all. She really did. Her load came out so thick, so potent, that even after several swallows, she had no choice but to cough it up. A deluge of cum flowed off of her tongue, and down her body. Her chest and her stomach grew stained with her seed. With the mess on her face, the cum soaking her legs, and now Alear’s seed on her body, Framme sat there as a completely sticky mess.
And she loved it.
“Usually I can swallow it all,” she said. “You must’ve been really backed up. Don’t worry, Alear! I’ll make sure you’re never this horny again!”
“That was…” Alear, head still spinning, could barely comprehend the words being spoken. “Incredible. Really. And you’ve been doing this the entire time I was sleeping?”
“Yup! Every night I snuck in here and checked on you. And if you were hard, I brought you back down to Earth.”
Complicated feelings stirred within Alear. She knew Framme was utterly devoted to her. If she asked her to dive in front of an arrow, she’d do it without hesitation. Truthfully, she found it a bit annoying. Always reining in this girl, keeping her in line. Telling her not to rummage through her dirty laundry, or to try and catch glimpses of her sweaty body while she exercised.
Now, it all clicked into place. All this time, Framme just wanted to keep her calm and happy. Even if she didn’t have the best way of showing it. And… well… it felt good. Now that she had the option, to relieve her libido without worry, she began to view Framme in a new light.
This was a woman who would do anything for her. Anything. Any fantasies, any positions, any time, any place. Were they in the middle of the battlefield, she could sneak off with her for a quick session. Were they out relaxing in the Somniel, she knew Framme would help her release. In fact, a part of her knew that even if they were in public with others around, Framme wouldn’t hesitate to fuck her right then and there.
She needed to protect this woman at all costs. She needed to keep her close, to eliminate this worry she had, of losing herself to lust, of letting others get hurt because she couldn’t control herself. She needed… she needed…
“Um… Alear?” Framme asked. “You’re still…”
Alear didn’t need to look down, but she did anyway. She felt it. Her lust flowed through her body like a wellspring, a dam being released, and her cock grew with renewed vigor. Once more, it throbbed, it ached, possibly more than before. All because of the sight of her faithful steward, of merely thinking about her. Alear knew, without a doubt, something inside of her had changed because of Framme. She needed to explore it more.
“Wow…” Despite her exhaustion, a twinkle sparked in Framme’s eyes just by looking at it. “You’re usually satisfied after one session… two is the most I’ve had to deal with…”
Both of them merely took in the sights of each other. Their bodies, illuminated by the moonlight, glistened with sweat and passion. Framme’s lithe body, her small breasts and perky ass, were enough to fill Alear’s heart with lust. And Alear’s body, somewhat muscular, large breasts, and a larger cock, were enough to fill Framme’s heart with devotion.
“Okay,” said Framme, before Alear could even indicate what she wanted. “Usually… I’m the one that rides you… but I’ll say it this time. Because you’re finally awake. Because you can finally hear me.”
Her hands and knees sunk into the bed as she turned around. Her ass shook in Alear’s direction, tempting her with the solution to her problems, a one way trip to heaven. Her pussy dripped from her previous orgasm, and still, it looked needy, desperate to be filled. As if one orgasm wasn’t enough for this faithful woman. Framme moaned the words out as she spoke.
“Please… fill me up. Use me as your cocksleeve. I was made to please you. I won’t be happy until you’ve finally calmed down.”
And how could Alear resist? Right at the height of her lust, as she began to question how she truly felt for Framme, she presented herself to her so perfectly. Her body moved before her mind registered what she even wanted to do.
Alear rested behind Framme. Without hesitation, she rubbed her cock against that needy slit. The head of her shaft constantly teased her entrance, which made Framme squirm, squeal out, writhe underneath her touch.
“Come on…” said Framme. “I need this. I need it as much as you do. I need it more!”
“Framme, do you… actually care about me that much?”
Alear didn’t know why she asked. She could’ve taken Framme, and used her to relieve herself without question. But she needed to know. She needed to hear it from her. How much she wanted it. How much she needed her. A part of her wanted to be more than a means of pleasure. A part of her deeply desires to hear how much her servant worshiped her.
“Yes…” Framme attempted to grind against Alear as she spoke, needy with desire even as she poured her heart out. “I grew up hearing about you… hearing about everything you did… you’re a hero. A goddess. If I could give my life to you… if I could please you, and service you, and worship you, and milk your cock every day of my life… it’d give my life meaning… if I could help you in any way possible.”
Her heart skipped a beat at those words. Satisfied, that the girl beneath her wanted this, that she’d have someone this devoted to her to help relieve her the rest of her life, she continued without hesitation. Framme needed her… and Alear needed Framme just as much. A part of her yearned for her steward. Whether it was all those times she pleased her while she slept, or the sight of her, on her hands and knees, desperate to be stretched out, she didn’t know.
Alear steadied her body and grunted as the first inch slipped past her folds. Framme’s entire body tightened in shock. She moaned out, a shudder of excitement escaped her lips as she let Alear use her body as she desired.
Her steward’s tightness overwhelmed her. Far more intense than her throat, she struggled to even enter her. Guided by their supposed previous session, the slickness of her blowjob, the deluge of juices flowing out of Framme’s pussy, each wanton thrust allowed her to slink further inside.
Her body hazed over with desire. Each thrust felt like an enormous task to not climax on instinct. Framme’s moans came out in falsetto, a beautiful symphony of noise that guided her further. She grunted, her breaths came out in hitches, each inch a struggle to fit inside. She wanted to mold Framme into a perfect cocksleeve, a woman made entirely for her, a woman designed to relieve her dragon cock morning, noon, and night.
That desire fulfilled itself, when after nearly a minute of futile thrusts, she broke through that seemingly endless tightness. With one final push, she felt her body slam into Framme’s ass, the distinct feeling of skin slamming against skin.
“The Divine Dragon…” Framme shuddered. “The Divine Dragon is finally inside me…”
Before she could even continue her thrusting, as she still acclimated herself to the feeling of her steward, she felt Framme tighten around her once more as she climaxed from insertion alone. Her entire body shook, Alear could barely hold on as her body continuously coiled around her cock from pure excitement.
“Keep going…” mumbled Framme. “I need to feel more of you… I can finally have you take me like this…”
Framme’s climax continued as Alear followed her instincts. Each spasm of Framme’s body felt designed to claim her seed, and Alear deeply wished to provide it. Her thrusts continued unimpeded, motivated to keep her needy steward perfectly stretched out to fill her at all times. Their bodies bounced in tandem with each slam of their hips.
She witnessed her skin ripple, the sheer force of her thrusts made her breasts heave, her ass shake, the muscles in her body quiver.
“You feel absolutely perfect~” said Alear.
She lost herself in the pleasure. Her hands slid across that bouncing body, and cupped a handful of her small breasts, something to hold onto as she pressed her weight onto Framme’s back and mindlessly thrust into her like an animal in heat. The feel of her chest, the small hardened buds in her palms, made Framme squeal even louder as she was played with while her body served as a fuckdoll for Alear.
“Your cock… everything about it… I love it. I love being your hole, Alear~”
Alear loved filling that hole. They fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces, her cock constantly slamming into her, easily increasing the speed of her thrusts thanks to Framme’s wetness, until the two moved perfectly in sync like machines. Alear using her strength to thrust into her servant, and Framme rolling her hips back into her to provide pleasure, to feel more of her goddess.
She felt so soft underneath her touch, as if she could break her at any moment. But the way Framme moaned, clutched the bedsheets, the way she practically drooled onto the bed from the way she was handled, Alear knew she could indulge in her body fully.
“Framme… I’m gonna…”
“Do it inside!” she said. “I want to feel you, all of you! I want that… perfect… divine… cock of yours to mark me completely!”
Alear felt it welling up inside of her. That same heightened feeling of intensity somewhere deep inside of her, all the malice and discontentment and stress within her, transforming into pure pleasure in the form of one intense orgasm.
Her thrusting didn’t slow down in the slightest as she came. Another intense orgasm, even more intense than the last, flowed deep into Framme’s womb. Shot after potent shot of cum, thick, white, virile, all flowed into her steward unimpeded. Completely filled to the brim, under the intensity of Alear’s thrusting, Framme’s arms gave out as she collapsed face first into a pillow.
Except, she wasn’t satisfied. Alear needed more. Even claiming her in this manner, even as her body loudly moaned, and her seed flowed inside, and her orgasm rocked through her entire body, she still desired more. She desired to utterly ravage Framme, to use her completely, to finally be free of her lust once and for all. She wanted to fill her steward with enough affection to last her a lifetime.
So she continued to thrust, even through her orgasm. Framme grunted out in shock, the storm still continuing well after its peak, she had never seen Alear this horny, this frustrated, this filled with desire to release.
“W-wait, you’re still…”
Reduced to a mere fleshlight, a tool used to mindlessly get off Alear who was blinded by her lust, she climaxed a third time on Alear. Her pussy continuously quivered, an automatic process to milk Alear of all of her cum.
Alear repositioned, her hands gripped tightly onto Framme’s hips, to pull herself further inside, to thrust deeper, harder. She churned her insides, her previous climax still inside of Framme, constantly mixed with her rough fucking. She couldn’t even deny that she loved it, loved being handled in such a manner. Her deepest desires were being fulfilled, to utterly worship that cock she always loved.
Even as the bed creaked underneath them, even as Framme lost her mind to being ravaged mercilessly, even as Alear lost herself in pleasure, the two continued their movements, well past their limits, driven only by one thing. To completely and utterly indulge in each other. To unify and become one complete being, to finally become whole by filling and being filled.
Her fourth orgasm of the night came without warning. Her body fired another potent load inside of Framme even through her continuous climax. The muscles of her body wrung her cock, each drop of cum filling her once more, marking Framme as the property of Alear, as the perfect faithful servant of the Divine Dragon.
Alear let out one last noise before she pulled out of Framme, too full of her cum to be filled anymore, her last few shots of cum firing as long ropes that coated her back, landed in her hair, as the last few dribbles weakly fired and painted her ass white.
Alear collapsed onto her back. Framme collapsed onto her stomach. They were both completely exhausted. Completely drained.
Completely satisfied.
She stared at the ceiling as her mind returned to her. All the lust left her body as she finally felt her cock go limp, and shrink down from its intimidating size to a much more reasonable one in its restful state. Too many thoughts raced through her mind.
Would she need to do this every night? Would every night feel this good? Would there even be other nights? And what about Framme? She may have lasted one night, but could she endure more? Night after night of rough fucking until her dragon cock was tamed? Could any girl handle that?
"Framme?"
"Wha… Round 4? Okay… okay, I can… I can keep going…"
Framme's miniature frame wobbled as she futility attempted to crawl back to Alear. Her legs shook with each step forward, until her body gave out, and she collapsed on top of Alear. Completely exhausted, half asleep, her hand still reached down to try and paw at Alear's now limp member.
"I can't move… I'm tired… but you can still use me. If I could be helpful… even just rubbing that Divine cock against my body would be enough…"
Alear giggled at the ridiculousness of Framme's speech. That answered her questions. Even like this, she saw something in Framme that no other girl had. The devotion, the intensity of her passion, the love she felt for her. She’d be perfect. No one else could take her place. Her fingers reached down and gently combed through Framme's hair, comforting her after such a thorough fucking.
"You did good," said Alear. "I'm finally satisfied."
"I did?" Framme's words came out, half conscious. "Yaaaaaay. I'd give anything to help out the Divine Dragon. No matter what."
"But…"
"But?"
"I do have a favor to ask."
"Anything," Framme mumbled. "Anything. I'm yours, completely."
"Do you think you could move into my room? And… do you think you could wake me up like that every morning?"
Framme wrapped her arms around Alear. Her body, dripping with cum, a ruined sticky mess, held on tight to the woman who claimed her so thoroughly. A content smile crept onto her face as she drifted off to sleep.
"Any time you're horny… you don't even have to ask… my body is yours…"
With that, she drifted to sleep, too exhausted from their night of fun to speak any longer.
And Alear stayed awake. After all this time, she grew tired of sleeping. So many years enamored with dreams, she wanted to relish the time she had with her eyes open. Every day became an endless night for her over those one thousand years… but now, she thought mornings would be her favorite. Those times when she opened her eyes and joined the world of the living. Because it meant the start of another wonderful day with her divine steward.