Amaranthine

The Council was next on the debrief list, but Willow volunteered to pull them into a Soulspace so The Director could handle the delicate matter of alien invaders that looked just like a recently arrived superhero. Cait was very grateful for that. Charming or not, people had an instinctive distrust of something that looked like Breastman, and despite a warm welcome from the populace, there was no way footage of his Winnipeg rampage wasn’t beginning to circulate.

A woman who had the same diplomatic skills as the world’s foremost Ambassadors was a much better choice to make that announcement; especially when the alternative was a group of sexy idiots that included the cuddly tentacle beast under suspicion.

So, the Dawn Posse was cuddled up in the suite’s living room, cooling their heels with some Old Chicago-centric episodes of Ghost Hunters. It was good stuff, and with Qi’s head in her lap, silky black hair providing an excellent finger fidget, Cait should have been enjoying herself more. Instead, she was really just waiting for The Director to finish her meeting, because none of this could distract her from the unanswered message waiting in the ether.

C: hey

As she looked at the lonely words for the 50th time in an hour, they were finally joined by a pulsing set of dots.

…

DS: Hey yourself.

DS: Prove this is you.

C: If you weren’t lying, I’m the only person whos ever rejected you

DS: Temporarily, it seems.

DS: but yes, fair enough

C: what was I supposed to do during that meeting?

C: shoo you away like a bug?

C: your turn

DS: You can ruin the inside of a pair of slacks like no one I’ve ever seen

DS: I had to throw those away, you know.

C: shame, I fuckin rocked that look

DS: you did at that.

DS: To what do I owe the pleasure, Cait?

C: even if I wasn’t dating your daughter, we’d need to address you jacking me off during an apocalypse meeting

DS: Can’t a girl have a little fun during a stressful situation?

C: A girl absolutely. My girlfriend’s mom, while her daughter is holding my hand?

C: I guess you proved the answer is ‘yes’, but it really seems like it should be ‘no’.

DS: hmm.

DS: it’s probably not good that I find that little detail absolutely delicious.

C: Pervert

DS: between you and me, she’s fucking your girlfriend

DS: seems only right for you to have some revenge

C: yeah yeah, I’m fucking hers too.

C: you think that joke hasn’t come up in the life I’m currently living?

DS: 🤣

DS: Fair point, should have guessed you’d heard that one

DS: You know, this is the hardest I’ve ever had to work to get laid

C: Brag more.

C: But seriously, I kind of thought we’d talked about this, Kennedy isn’t ready for this, and I am Un-Fucking-Willing to hurt her like that

DS: hmm

DS: it looks like despite our conversation, Kennedy likes keeping this a little illicit for you

DS: however, if I know my daughter, she is also 100% aware this conversation is taking place, despite whatever paranormal schlock you all are occupied with. Look at her right now.

Cait’s eyes shot up, immediately meeting Kennedy’s golden gaze , laser focused on her. Her face held a little trepidation, but mostly…. Cheeks flushed, lip bit, fingers stroking slowly along Lira’s arm across her chest, the girl was horny. Cait didn’t really even need the slight, embarrassed nod Kennedy gave her to know The Director wasn’t lying.

C: why the fuck am I always the last to know about relationship decisions?

DS: oh, Cait, I’m not looking for a relationship

DS: I’m looking for someone to fuck me until I cry, and I haven’t cried in a decade

Qi looked up at Cait, annoyed as her head was suddenly pushed a few inches up off Cait’s lap.

DS: you’ll be rotating through DSM as you swap with Rodeo Squad.

DS: I hope you’re looking forward to it as much as I am.

She followed that up with the single most tasteful nude Cait had ever received, more modern art than Playboy. Elizabeth stood in front of her penthouse windows, no light save that from the city outside. Her soft curves were silhouetted, surroundings just bright enough that Cait knew she was naked, but couldn’t make anything out, despite her mind straining to fill in the darkness with memory.

“Can I fucking help you with this?” Qi asked, flicking the tent that had ruined her lap pillow. Her voice sounded annoyed, but her face, as always, betrayed her. That was a genuine question, and one that Cait could easily answer.

“Yes,” Cait growled, grabbing that talon and standing up, dragging Qi to the bedroom.

Okay, that was kind of a lie. 1 ton of draconic superhero didn’t get dragged anywhere it didn’t want to go. Fortunately, Qi very much wanted to go.

The second they were in the bedroom, Cait felt Qi’s talon close around her neck, lifting her, then tossing her onto the bed as casually as a normal lover might toss a shirt. Even the reinforced bed creaked under the impact, groaning further as Qi crawled across it, her serpentine tongue tracing a hot, wet, line up Cait’s thigh.

When she reached the tiny pair of sleep shorts Cait had been lounging in, a cute puff of fire removed the slim barrier they provided in an instant.

She’s getting really lassiez faire about my clothes, Cait noted, but didn’t complain one bit as that sinuous tongue curled up around her shaft, giving it one solid pump and flicking the head before it retreated into Qi’s mouth. Her lips had caught up to it, and each word was a micro kiss on the head of Cait’s cock as her soft lips moved to form them.

“All that for lil’ old me?” she asked, putting on a faint but still somehow terrible southern accent. Cait absolutely did not have the heart to tell her the answer was no.

Fuck it, at this point it might as well be yes, those fuckin’ eyes.

Qi’s vertically slit rubies hadn’t broken contact with Cait’s once since her tongue had touched her skin. Cait wondered how many snake charmers had ever been so thoroughly charmed by the snake.

Not in the mood to be serviced though.

Despite Qi’s combat experience, Cait always ended up the better wrestler in their sparring matches. A close thing, but definite. She swept a leg under Qi’s torso, catching her neck between calf and thigh, then twisting, raw athleticism letting her rise from a prone position to end up on top of Qi, who suddenly found herself on her back.

She was a good sport. Already Cait could feel that magical tongue going to work on the underside of her balls, occasionally probing more dangerous places.

To be honest, Cait had planned on doing much the same as soon as she was on top, but the tongue bath on her undercarriage just felt way too damn good. She reached behind her, grabbing one of Qi’s horns to pull her face tighter against her balls.

“Good fucking girl,” Cait gasped, as one of Qi’s hungry kisses ended with her sucking an entire orb in her mouth to give it some special attention. There were times Cait forgot to be thankful for invincibility. As Qi’s razor teeth tickled, instead of shredded, the skin of her sack, this was not one of those times.

Gotta give a few prayers of thanks to somebody.

As her eyes opened again to take Qi in beneath her, she remembered she had too many reasons to be thankful for it all to be one deity’s fault. The fact that a girl this beautiful was beneath her would be believable, as an act of god, maybe. But the fact that she was in a relationship with two more? Well, that would get stricken from any holy book, simply for lack of plausibility.

Guess the only person I should really be giving thanks to right now is her, Cait thought, smiling to herself as she let her weight fall forward.

Qi whined as her favorite playthings broke contact with her lips, long tongue flicking against Cait’s balls as it tried to follow them down. If she’d been doing this with Lira, Cait would have lodged herself comfortably deep in the girl’s throat before curling down to lap at her pussy, but with Qi, scale worked against her for once. No amount of flexibility made the nearly 2 feet Qi had on her easily surmountable.

Instead, as Cait first brought her lips in contact with the sweet heat of Qi’s pussy, the dragon chuckled, shifting slightly to let her lift her breasts, pushing them tight around Cait’s shaft.

Those tits were something of a magic trick. On Qi’s frame, they looked pretty svelte, not small by any means, but no more than a large B or small C on a woman operating at normal scale.

Qi did not operate on normal scale. For sheer volume, she probably had Kennedy beat in the titty department, and that girl had had absolute honkin’ badonkers by basically any measure.

Qi formed a perfect channel of smooth, soft, warmth for Cait, who let her appreciation be known via pussy-muffled moan as she dove into Qi’s slit. She tasted so fucking good, felt so fucking good, around her cock, on her tongue, everything about her like it was made for Cait. Literally. She would swear Qi’s flavor mixed in notes of her favorite things. Peanut butter. Whipped cream. Lira. Kennedy.

Her tits were technically less made-to-order, but then Qi added her major X-factor, that fucking tongue. She snaked it down between her breasts, beneath Cait’s shaft, and the way she breathed, the way her forked tip flicked at Cait’s slit, collecting her pre…. Cait could tell she tasted just as good to her.

Gotta be some of that Dragon pair-bonding shit. I know I can taste Kennedy and Lira, which is stupid, unless the three of them managed to sneak in a day’s worth of tribbing into the 10 minutes I didn’t have eyes on them.

With the new addition of the world’s greatest cock slip-n-slide though, Qi’s pussy was working its magic far too well for Cait to keep worrying about the why.

She’d always prided herself on her control in the bedroom. Not just endurance, she could stay hard well after a cumshot, but by staying cool, staying skilled, long after her partner was a trembling mess.

That wasn’t happening tonight. The heady taste and scent of Qi was sending her into a lust blinded rut she hadn’t inhabited since she was in high school. Her hips bucked frantically against Qi’s breasts, cock trying to breed soft, but deeply infertile, flesh. She couldn’t keep her mouth going the way it should. Gasps and moans of pleasure kept interrupting her, stopping her from giving the same level of service to Qi she’d given to hundreds of women.

The only saving grace, besides this all feeling so amazing it didn’t bear dwelling upon, was that Qi seemed to be just as deep into an animalistic rut as Cait was. So, when Cait’s lust drunk decided that she needed to be inside Qi, but inside where was unspecific, Qi was all too happy to assist.

Cait backed up, pulling at Qi’s thighs, trying to keep her pussy on her mouth even while she rubbed the head of her cock against Qi’s lips, whining like a frantic dog. Strong as she was, she wasn’t lifting the dragon on her own, not in this position, but Qi’s tail saved the day. It pushed her up, pressing her sex into Cait’s mouth, legs wrapped around her head. At the same moment, her lips finally parted, and Cait’s overeager cock slotted itself home to the balls.

It had been a long time, since Cait let herself enjoy the way a woman’s throat felt when it gasped and spasmed along her cock, at least a long time since it had been without them specifically asking for it like Lira. Not that she’d ever forced anyone. But now, with feelings involved, she tended to treat her partners much better than she had a long line of one-night stands.

That kind, cautious streak had been killed dead by the magic seeping from Qi’s pussy. Had to be magic. People had called Cait an animal in bed before, but they’d been wrong. Frat boys were animals, humping furiously and without technique at anything that moved. Cait knew how to fuck.

Not now. She treated Qi’s poor throat like a farmer’s wife’s pussy, with the absolute need to push a kid out of it by next winter. No matter that any loads that slid down it would end up in an unsurvivable furnace, Cait was going to get that throat pregnant in defiance of god and logic.

Cait was doing her part to make the experience positive for Qi as well, able to fight off enough of the instinct telling her that Qi was nothing but a wet breeding hole to have the sloppiest, wettest, most one-sided makeout session of her life with Qi’s pussy. She could feel the mix of her own saliva and Qi’s juices running down her breasts, and the only thought she had about that was that she’d have to find some way to lick it up later.

Again and again, she hilted herself in Qi’s throat, each time accompanied by a new iteration of some of the most satisfying, lewdest sounds Cait had ever heard, then followed by a meaty thwack of nuts on face. It was a good thing Qi was nearly as tough as Cait, any other woman would have come out of this with two black eyes or worse, from continuous, indestructible, scrotal impact.

Instead it just added to the chorus of their sex. The wet, gurgling sucks from Qi’s throat, Cait’s moans, forced out of her by pleasure and caught between her mouth and her obsession with Qi’s pussy.

She could feel she’d last only seconds longer, not even coherent enough to be disappointed in herself, just absolutely gleeful that she was going to give this welcoming hole the breeding it so richly deserved.

So, when Qi dropped her hips, taking away Cait’s kissing partner while having the fucking audacity to use her tail to pull her out of where she sat so deep in Qi’s throat that she could feel her teeth on her pelvis, while she was currently cumming and doing her best to get this ungrateful dragon mouthpregnant; Cait actually growled. Low and hostile, like Salad, when you tried to take away a chicken wing he’d heisted away from you fair and square.

Still, try as she might, Qi’s strength was inexorable, even through her own lusty haze.

“Gah-ah Taayst ehhh,” she moaned, pulsing her tongue around Cait’s cock, already pumping out loads and painting her mouth white.

“You’re wasting it!” Cait whined, impotently thrusting her hips against Qi’s vice grip.

Qi’s tongue unfurled from Cait’s shaft, licking up the few spurts that had missed her mouth. The look on her face as she savored before swallowing was one you might expect after someone’s first experience with Ecstasy, not someone with an actual mouthful of salty jism.

Like any self-respecting Dickgirl, Cait had tried it once. It wasn’t that bad, but it sure as hell wasn’t this good.

That only registered in the back of her mind, though, far below the parts that were in control. Those parts just told her that while Qi was distracted, she could break this grip and back to that delectably breedable pussy. She wriggled her way out of Qi’s tail, crawling mouth-first back down towards her pussy, before her brain kicked in.

That’s what you’re supposed to get pregnant silly! She thought, giggling to herself in a way that might honestly have been entirely new.

She twisted around, gathering Qi’s legs up onto her shoulders and scooching up until the girl’s hips were fully off the bed, before she lined herself up, and let herself sliiiiide right in.

Cait didn’t like to complain about Big Dick Problems. But they were something you had to account for with regular human women, at least ones that weren’t also giants or experienced size queens. However, Qi’s body was at the scale Cait’s cock was actually meant for, and she was as wet and ready as anyone had ever been.

All that was to say that Qi’s pussy offered no resistance to Cait’s invasion, eagerly wrapping her in enough heat to scald any man, but to paraphrase Eowyn, Cait was no man. There weren’t words to describe it, or maybe there were, but Cait’s mind was way too far gone to find them.

Her body moved on its own, following instincts Cait wasn’t even sure were her own at this point, animalistically slamming into Qi, full length with each stroke. Despite what would have almost certainly been a sight worth killing for beneath her, Cait didn’t even really see Qi. Her eyes were open, but her mind was in her hips, in her cock, nothing real for her but that point of connection and the feeling of correctness, the absolute pleasure of being exactly where you were supposed to be, on top of the hungry, erotic pleasure of her pussy in a physical sense….

Cait came again, this time pulled deeper by Qi’s tail, as wave after wave of cum filled her womb.

Feeling a woman cum around her was probably Cait’s favorite thing in the entire world. Qi was definitely cumming, but Cait didn’t even care. All her mind knew was that she was still hard, and this bitch might not be pregnant yet.

On the loveseat next to the bed, Kennedy sat, Lira’s naked thigh resting over her own as the redhead’s hand languidly worked at her girlfriend’s pussy. Kennedy returned the favor. The pair had been watching since about 10 minutes after this started, and quickly realized their presence hadn’t even been registered. They’d spent the next hour enjoying the show of a lifetime, drawing lazy, relaxed orgasms out of one another, with no real urgency.

“You think either of them remember Cait’s sterile?” Kennedy asked, after what by her count was the sixth creampie.

“You see how much Qi’s leaking?” Lira asked, indicating the actual white puddle forming beneath the dragon. “I dunno if anyone’s that sterile.”

Eventually, the pair fell asleep on the loveseat, a much more relaxed, but still very persistent, gentle slapping sound lulling them to sleep.