r/DragonMaidNSFW

https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/148906567

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https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/148404778

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Naturally, there's a part 2! Art is by artsheops, go check out their work! This one continues from part 1 obviously, from the next day. Ilulu finally shows her "flame sacs" off in this one! And of course, no AI was used, thanks to r/eroticliterature!

INCLUDES: Anal, boobjob, fingering, wholesome ending.

THE NEXT DAY:

The same bell chimed, crystalline in nature, but something was off. I noticed the spot where we had our sex was completely clean of any puddles or splashes. I thought she told me I was taking care of it?

Ilulu had scrubbed the area, in a very meticulous way. She was once again behind the register. Her eyes were following my every move. "You're late", she remarked, but her voice didn't have any edge to it.

She didn't mention the help she demanded, either. Instead, she leaned over the counter, her neckline low, to reveal the sway of her breasts. A smug smile was across her face, watching me stare.

She thought my silence made her even more powerful. "Still no words? You're a frustrating creature," she sighed, "I spent an hour scrubbing the floor because you neglected to clean up. My back is killing me".

I had a feeling her back was hurting from other reasons, as she stepped from behind the counter, her red shoes moving quick. She grabbed my wrist, and pulled me, with a surprising strength. The path smelled of sweets & peppermint.

We had made it to the break room. It was windowless, had an old humming fridge, a loveseat, & a small table filled with boxes of candy, to be restocked. The air was thick & stagnant, as Ilulu backed me into the loveseat, finally letting go of my wrist.

She stepped back a bit in front of me, taking a deep breath, before grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled the shirt over her head, then left it discarded on the floor. There was no fabric to hide them anymore.

Her breasts were immense, two plush melons that seemed to defy her skinny waist. They swayed every time she exhaled. They were a creamy hue, with wide, salmon-pink areolas that contrasted greatly with her skin.

She leaned closer to me, & I noticed her nipples were inverted, tucked neatly in the center of her areolas, giving her chest a very clear roundness, that amplified her curves. She watched my reaction, a boost of pride in her eyes.

They were indeed bigger than her head, as the massive swell overwhelmed me. "Do you like what you see, human?" she whispered in a soft purr. She didn't wait for me to answer (cuz she knew I wouldn't), as she turned around, gripping the pillows of the loveseat.

She looked over her shoulder, her expression of glee & pride. With a sharp tug, she slid both her black thighhighs & underwear down, leaving her completely bare naked. She bent forward, her wide hips back towards me, as I saw her anus & the tiny peek of her pussy lips.

Her ass was round, with little to no imperfections on it at all. Her small waist with her wide hips felt unreal. "I've been thinking about the way you looked yesterday", she said with a shimmering heat.

"And I decided that the simple way isn't enough to satisfy a dragon. Still not saying a word, are you?" Her small hands reached in a cabinet & pulled out a sleek clear bottle of lubricant. The gel was cool & slippery as she put it on her palm.

She pulled my shaft out with her other hand, as she didn't hesitate to coat it with the clear, slippery gel. Her fingers were swirling around with a great efficiency, ensuring every inch was covered for what she had planned.

She looked up at me, her ruby eyes shimmering. She leaned her naked chest against mine, and whispered in a low tone. "I'm tired of the front door getting all the attention," she whispered, her gaze dropping to my hips.

"Let's try something more... demanding." She turned around, her plush cheeks parting once more as she guided me into her ass. As I pushed myself in, Ilulu let out a sharp gasp that echoed off the cramped walls.

She dug her fingers into the cushions of the loveseat, her knuckles turning white as she absorbed my full shaft length. "Don't be gentle," she commanded, her voice slightly trembling. "Just... take it."

She groaned, her head falling forward, as she felt me push deeper into the threshold. Her internal muscles were squeezing my shaft with a desperate, instinctive grip. She shuddered, as she plunged deeper onto me, her hips grinding in a circular motion.

Her heavy boobs shook with the movement, her salmon-pink areolas brushing against the fabric of the loveseat. She was completely lost in the sensation, her breath ragged. She slid up & down my shaft with muffled, gutteral moans, the candy shop forgotten outside.

The pace accelerated, her legs shaking trying to anchor herself. Each thrust sent a jolt through her, as her wide hips snapped against mine with a desperate primal urge. The sheer scale of her, the softness of her chest versus the crushing heat of her ass created a sensory overload.

As the climax began to form in the base of my shaft, Ilulu felt it coming. She let out a loud cry, her fingers clawing into the cushions of the loveseat. Her internal muscles clamped down on me in a series of contractions, as I poured myself deep inside her tight ass.

She shuddered during my climax, amplifying it, as she leaned forward. The air felt thick & humid. Her wide hips quivered as she slowly detached herself from my shaft. She turned around with a sluggish grace, her eyes glazed in amazement.

Her predatory hunger turned into a soft, fragile tenderness. She didn't let this linger long, though, as the adrenaline started another fire in her. She noticed that my shaft was still pulsing. A small, mischievous smile crept at the corners of her mouth.

Ilulu drifted toward me on her knees, & reached out, her small hand grabbing my shaft. But she didn't aim for between her legs anymore. She grasped both of her breasts, not even able to reach her arms around them both, around my shaft.

She made a small giggle, pressing her breasts together to create a deep valley in between. "You're still so... excited", she said, her eyes glimmering in a playful light. She leaned forward more, enveloping my shaft in the vice she had created.

It was a suffocating softness that wrapped around my shaft. Unlike her internal walls, this heat was a gentle, enveloping warmth, her breasts sliding against me with a soft friction. She began to move her chest in a rhythmic motion, as her breasts squeezed harder.

It felt like being swallowed by a cloud of silk. She pressed herself against the loveseat, taking deep shuddering sighs, her breasts rising & falling against my shaft. There was a softness in her eyes now.

The dragon in her decided to stop fighting the world, & thought to enjoy the presence of a human. A spark of playfulness appeared in her eyes, as she drifted more towards me, her wide hips pressed against the cushions.

Her small hands pressed into her breasts, disappearing into them. She let out a low hum, as the pressure of her fists created a massive wall of warmth. I was being squeezed to death, by something primordial.

The friction of her skin, slick with sweat & lubricant, sent a jolt down the base of my shaft. I felt the first urge to climax come through, I couldn't help but groan, as I unleashed everything.

Thick hot spurts of cum erupted, painting her pale chest in jagged streaks. The first spurt hit her right breast, as it slid off towards her arm. The rest splashed across the center, pooling in the deep valley of her cleavage.

The silence came back in slow pulses, as the silence was deafening. I remained between the plush valley of her chest, & breathing seemed to be too much effort. Ilulu didn't pull away, she let out a long, shuddering sigh, her grip on her breasts fading away, as they return to their natural weight, resting on each side of my groin.

She looked down at the streaks of white painting her chest. She didn't look disgusted, she looked intrigued, the way they form over her two hills & her cleavage. With a slow methodical movement, she smeared a finger into the mess, & put it in her mouth.

As she was licking up my mess, my hands were resting on her hips, but I had the idea to explore a bit more myself. I glided my hand over her plump belly, & over her hot pussy. She didn't moan, but she hitched her breath, & looked down, as she arched her back.

Her chest was heaving as I slid my middle & index finger in her pussy, her internal walls spasming as they tried to pull me deeper. I began to slowly curl my fingers against the sensitive ridges of her interior.

Her head snapped back, as she whispered, "Ah... there... Right... right there..." Every stroke caused her hips to grind against my fingers, her whole body enjoying the friction. Every movement from my knuckles elicited a new reaction from within her core.

She started leaning against the loveseat, as her wide hips grinded against my hand. As I increased the pace, her voice transformed into gutteral whimpers. She began to turn her head side to side.

Her breasts swayed with every movement, but her lower half stayed locked in place. It was a tight, pulsing vice around my fingers. My fingers wiggled around her swollen walls, as Ilulu moaned hard.

Her hips snapped upward to get as much pleasure as she could. The sound in the room was a wet shlicking, as the slapping of my palm against her drenched vulva created high pitched whimpers from her throat.

Her internal muscles began to seize up, in a series of violent contractions, as if her body wanted to absorb me. The peak was catastrophic, her entire body stiffened, as her toes dug into the floor.

She arched her back strongly, & a loud gutteral cry tore from her lungs, a sound of absolute surrender & pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers with a draconic strength, almost breaking my fingers.

She shuddered violently, her boobs swaying in unpredictable arcs, before she collapsed onto the loveseat. Her eyes were rolled back in a total state of bliss. The silence that followed was deafening.

Ilulu draped over the loveseat like a fallen diety. Her chest, usually so imposing, rose & fell in slow, shuddering waves. Her creamy skin still glistened from our love, as Ilulu stared at the ceiling.

She didn't move for a long time, as if to recalculate her existence as a dragon. She no longer was chaotic, no longer filled with fire. She was a small glowing ember now, a sign of what once was.

Slowly, she turned, the friction of her skin making a sliding sound against the loveseat. She curled her body in the fetal position, & looked up at me. Her eyes showed a shimmering vulnerability, as she reached out & touched my forearm.

The touch was so light it defied anything we had previously done. For a few minutes, we just sat there, ignoring the rest of the world as we lay in our own mess. Suddenly, we heard a chime, as a customer had entered the shop.

Ilulu flinched, but she didn't worry about getting caught. She was drowsy, & reluctant to help them. She blinked slowly, as her glossed over eyes suddenly returned back to her normal mischievous self.

She didn't rush to clean up, either. She lingered, savoring the heavy stillness of her spent body. With a slow stretch that made her breasts sway, she reached for her t-shirt, pulling it over her head with a tug.

The damp fabric covered her curves, & her salmon-pink areolas. She stepped back into her black thighhighs, & her red shoes clicked back into place. The transition of a vulnerable girl to a dragon happened in the span of a few breaths.

She paused at the break room door, before looking back at me. She looked like she did when I first met her, now with a warmth her oversized shirt couldn't hide. She didn't say anything as she watched me dress, the air still thick.

"You know," her voice returning to her playful self, "most humans are far too timid to handle a dragon. They usually just stare." She stepped closer to me, her red shoes clicking on the floor. Her breasts brushed against my arm as she muttered, "But you... you've got a certain lack of hesitation that I find tolerable."

"I think," her voice dropping down to a near whisper, "that this shop is far too quiet without you here. It lacks... a certain chaotic energy. And since you've helped me so much, its only fair for me to have you on a rotation."

She stepped towards the door, back to me, her wide hips flared out. She looked over her shoulder, with a smirk that offered a challenge. "Don't go thinking this was a one-time arrangement," she murmured.

"I've decided I like having a human that knows how to handle & treat me right. So you'll keep coming back, if it suits me. If you disappear one day, I'll know. You don't want me hunting you down in these shoes."

"Every day." The words lingering in the air, like a promise or a threat. As she went through the door, the break room suddenly felt carnivorous & cold. The scent of her was the only reason why the silence didn't feel so empty.

I listened to the muffled sounds of her helping the customer, a professional mask over her true self that hid the raw, shaking heat of a girl that collapsed beneath my touch. I stepped out of the break room, fully dressed & neat, as Ilulu stood behind the counter, pointing towards some candy for a bewildered looking teenager.

Her ruby eyes locked onto me as soon as I crossed her line of sight, the teen leaving with some tarts. I made my way towards the door, the crystalline bell ringing once more as the town noise rushed back in.

As I walked away, I could feel the ghost of her weight against me, that made the cold much warmer. I didn't get more than half a block before hearing the sound of frantic shoes behind me.

A small whirlwind of black fabric & pink hair hit my back, Ilulu's arms wrapping around my waist, nearly knocking the wind out of me. She didn't say anything, brushing her cheek against my spine, a desperate clinging need for connection that usually hid behind a shopkeeper.

She squeezed me, her face between my shoulder blades as if she were trying to anchor herself to me. The town kept going on, with distant chattering, cars, & trains. But for Ilulu, the world had shrunk to the narrow space between her & me.

The fierce dragon that commanded what my future shall be was gone, replaced by a girl who clung to me with shaking fragility. She slowly slipped down, her ruby eyes searching my face, as she swept away a stray lock of hair on my forehead.

In that gaze, I saw the trauma she had carried. The years of isolation she felt. The desperate need for a touch that she never had. "You're really just gonna walk away?" her voice not having a sliver of brattiness.

I finally spoke out, "Tomorrow." Her eyes lit up, as she had a content smile on her face. She slid off of me, her breasts bouncing as she landed. She continued to stare deep into my eyes. Her smile widened, as I saw each of her teeth, each one as pointy as a sharks'.

She jumped up & hugged me, her small arms wrapping around my upper body, almost making me fall back. Her breasts were now spilling out from each side of my torso, as she whined in my arms.

We sat there, hugging for what felt like minutes. She released me, as she gave me a kiss on my nose. She turned around, & slowly walked away, with a slight skip in her walk. I walked away too, the warmth igniting in me, knowing that I'll be back tomorrow morning.

The end! Thank you so much for reading, it was very hot for me, Ilulu is one of my favorite dragons, although she ain't beating Lucoa. I probably won't do anymore Dragon Maid fanfics, but if you follow me, you might see some more unrelated fanfics!

Heres some Ilulu art by srbready to celebrate.