Amon felt terrific; a strange sensation of warmth and pleasure flowed through his body, and the feeling of his breaking bones, aching torn muscles, and split flesh vanished as he slowly began to stir from his dreams.
"Mmmm... Nnnn!" He yawned, his body stretching as a soft body pressed against him, but from the scent of her body and the feel of the buttocks pressing against his thighs, this wasn't Elma.
To make sure, he reached down, caressing the woman's buttocks because she was tightly wrapped in the quilt like a cocoon.
"Nnnnm... don't... you already filled up... Daddy... I'll be good.... don't spank anymore."
A slight headache began to throb in his mind as the scenes from last night returned to him; after training and almost destroying himself, he awoke to find himself on Elma's soft lap; she, too, had dozed off, with her hand stroking his head.
'Ah, that little tiger was a cute cat after all...' He smiled, stroking the smooth, squishy ass below him. Was it, not her after all? Amon rembered her helping him into the car as his bones slowly nded, more powerful and durable than before.
"I can't believe you jumped into my bed after being so unwilling; you are a horny little fat cat, after all."
Amon grunted as she turned over, pressing against him, a feeling of warmth enveloping his dragon as her roost seed to swallow his morning dragon whole easily as he slid deeper inside, reaching the very core of the nest.
Suddenly its warm and squishy walls tightened around him, making his dragon feel like it was being massaged with a slippery warming lubricant with small hands caressing and rubbing it vigorously.
"Ahn... it's sore.... but why does it feel so good when your so deep inside .... so comforting... as if nothing can hurt ..." A soft whimper masked by light moans sounded as the girl inside the quilt began to stir.
The mont she spoke correctly, that voice and the mighty blue Qi that began to mix into his body, as his powerful black fire dominated and raged inside her body, revealed who this woman was.
It was Alice, not Elma.
'But why is this woman in my bed? I don't...'
"Damn, mother...!"
mories of driving back to the apartnt in a groggy state began to play in his mind.
Brrrr! Brrr!
- Mother Dearest
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