A/N: Hey folks, wrote this almost on a whim. Probably my fav girl in all of anime, Lucoa is, so... Give me some critique, please. I want to get better ._.
Shouta Magatsuchi was not a troubled child. Not in the eyes of society at large. In fact, he was quite well off - his father was rich, running his own company, his mother stayed home and did housework, meaning that their family upheld traditional values, and he excelled at school. There was no reason for him to be a troubled child, not in the context of normal society.
However, Shouta Magatsuchi was a wizard. His father was a wizard, his mother was a wizard. He wielded magic and lived in a secret world, hidden within the world at large. To him, things of a mythological nature were reality. Traditions, which seemed to have no practical reason for existing, were uncovered as being truly magical rituals that kept things working as intended. He had started learning of this magical world as soon as he had gained self-awareness, but he truly delved deep within it when he started attending elementary school.
Shouta Magatsuchi was timid, but proud. He believed in honour and the worth of a human, and so he sought to prove his own worth. Seeking to achieve his aspirations, he worked hard and excelled at magic. However, when the time came to perform a ritual that would make him a stronger wizard, one that was important for all human practitioners of magic, something went wrong.
Normally, when performing the ritual, the user would end up summoning a creature to serve them as a familiar. Those beings were animals, be they of a fantastical nature, or naturally occurring, known to the public things, such as snakes or owls. Shouta expected his familiar to be like that of his father. Instead, he wound up with the most unique familiar to have ever existed.
Truthfully, she was not even a familiar. She was a dragon, or a god, who had come from another world to visit friends. The way Shouta explained her appearance as a result of his ritual, to himself, was that she had used the waves sent off, as a signal to the actual familiar, and hijacked them to ease her entry into the world.
What happened next was that, instead of her leaving and going off to do things with her friends, she asked him if she could stay. Due to his lack of understanding of what she was, at the time, he allowed it, with the added condition, introduced by her, that she would serve him as his familiar. That was when the troubles began in earnest.
Quetzalcoatl, or Lucoa, for short, was a being of immense power, older than humanity itself, and incredibly strange in her mannerisms. She held herself in a manner unfitting of such a being, wearing indecent clothing everywhere she went, behaving like a clutz, pretending to be unaware of things she already knew, and, worst of all, making advances towards Shouta Magatsuchi.
Were he of the appropriate age, he would have found it more permissible, even though doing any kind of activity, even remotely reminiscent of what she was suggesting, with one's familiar, was a taboo of the highest calibre. That was where the situation spiraled into insanity, because Shouta was ten years old.
Lucoa seemed completely oblivious to anything related to societal norms and the sanctity of childhood, and so she simply kept up her advances. Shouta struggled with them for a long, long time, and had yet to get used to them. The fact of the matter was that he lived with her and spent most of his days with her. She slept in his bed, she bathed with him, she went everywhere she could with him.
Spending that much time with her had made him appreciate her, as he had come to consider her dear to him. He knew that, were he to order, she would stop doing the things she did, which made him feel awkward and uneasy, but he did not. Even he, himself, was not entirely certain, but, in his mind, the explanation was forming and dissolving every now and then, and it was a simple one. She cared for him, too.
A tenuous situation such as that was quite tricky to navigate, for a ten-year old boy especially, and any additions would only make it worse. Naturally, as some unspoken laws state that what could happen would, so, too, did the situation suddenly get more complex.
One night, whilst sleeping, Shouta Magatsuchi had a dream. Not one like his usual dreams, in which he interacted with fluffy animals and pet them, or dreams revolving around Lucoa. This time, his dream was strange, in the sense that it lacked that feeling that one has while dreaming, and the fog that keeps one's mind fuzzy was missing. He was in an empty place, white, simultaneously blindingly bright and comfortably dim. And he was laying on a plain he could not discern from the sky.
"Greetings." A voice spoke, and Shouta felt as if it had come from all directions at once, and yet none at all. As if it had come from within him, but also from somewhere far away. It was a deep and calm voice, but all the boy could attribute to it was death.
"H-hello. Who's there?" He asked, pushing himself up and looking around. Behind him, at a certain distance that he could not even attempt to guess, laid a red thing. It looked small and flat, immobile and insignificant.
"Oribil. I apologise for barging in, but the circumstances left me no choice." Answered the voice. Looking at the red thing on the ground, Shouta could tell that the voice was coming from it. The boy got up and found himself feeling dizzy - after all, being unable to tell what was up and down was prone to doing that with one's head. He was also concerned.
"You- You barged in? What do you mean?" He questioned, looking at the red thing. Barging into his mind like that, even though their house was as secure as it could be to attacks of that nature, was something else. Shouta was very scared, for he did not yet know the intentions of this thing, and the chances of them being bad were equal to them being good. He would have wanted Lucoa to be with him in a situation like this.
"I found myself within you. I could not avoid something like this happening, and random chance determined you would end up finding me within yourself.-" Oribil started speaking, but the words he was uttering were difficult to comprehend, and the meaning behind them evaded Shouta. "-I am truly sorry, but there was no other way. I now exist within you. I can utilize your senses to perceive the world, and I can speak to you in your mind." Finished the red thing on the ground and it went quiet.
Shouta just now appreciated how silent it was. There were no sounds that he could hear. Even his own breathing he could not feel, because when in one's head, one does not need to breathe. At least, that was how he explained it to himself. The red thing on the ground looked somewhat reminiscent of something else to him, but it was still somewhere far in the distance.
"That doesn't explain anything. What does that mean for me? Who- What are you?" The boy asked. The sense of foreboding, the unwelcome sensation of fear, the feeling of helplessness, all those sneaked up on him and he felt mortified. There was someone in his head.
"I am someone who means you no harm. My existence within you means nothing to you, if you so desire. If you would like, I can remain silent, unless you ask something of me. However, my existence could mean many good things for you, if you feel inclined that way." Informed the thing in his head, and Shouta felt himself calm down a little.
"Can… Can I make you go away?" Inquired the boy. He did not really want to have someone in his head, even if that someone was not going to do anything bad to him.
"You can ask me to not speak to you, and I will not speak to you. However, I can not disappear. I exist within you, as a part of you. I will always be here." Those words made Shouta's concerns increase tremendously.
"No! No, that can't be!" He cried out and he found himself snuggled up against Lucoa's humongous bosom. She was awake, and her arms were wrapped around his body. Her eyes, always either closed or very narrowed, were peeking at him with a puzzled confusion. Shouta lingered for a moment longer than he would, normally, the shock of waking up still strong, at which point he erupted in a fit of embarrassment as he pushed himself away from her.
The days passed, and nothing seemed to be happening. It appeared as though it had been just a dream, but Shouta remembered it vividly. The red thing on the ground, its words, the discomfort he had felt, the worry and the concern. They lingered within him, and he could not help but think that Oribil, too, dwelled deep in his body.
Lucoa had been interested in knowing what he had been on about, as he often did awaken during the night, but never did he have a startled expression on his face. Shouta had not told her anything, because he was both unsure if what he had dreamt of was real, and also worried that he would appear weak. He did not want to be a weak master for her, and even being perceived as such was very dishonourable.
The days came and went, and nothing came of it. Oribil seemed a distant memory, but one that young Shouta could not shake off. He tried doing things that would take his mind off of the red object on the ground, but he could not focus completely. At one point he considered trying to work around it with magic, but he did not know any spells that could take his mind off of things.
Weeks had passed, and he had come to the conclusion that, indeed, Oribil was not evil, but he had yet to decide how to proceed about it. Thankfully, so far, the red thing on the ground had remained silent, allowing the boy to think about the things that needed to be considered. Events transpired, things happened, and no matter how strange and bizarre they were, the one in his head did not ask about them, and Shouta was glad.
But one evening, while laying in bed and trying to fall asleep, he thought about his conversation with Oribil. The words rang out in his mind, as fresh as ever, and he went over them for the Nth time. One thing seemed off. One thing made him curious, it made him want to ask the red object about it.
And so he did.
"Oribil, are you there?" He thought, calling out to the one in his head. Shouta had come to believe that the red thing on the ground was really there, in his head, and it was just waiting. He had concluded that the dream had been true.
"I am." Answered the dead voice, and the boy felt weird. Oribil's words came to him, as if they were memories of someone having said something. Shouta had watched movies with cool characters, whom he had remembered, and, sometimes, he would recall a thing said by those characters. When doing so, their speech sounded the same as it did on TV, but it was in his head. The red thing on the ground was like this, but the memory of him saying those things came out of nowhere, as if it had not been in his head before.
"I- Uh, I'd like to ask you something." Informed Shouta, feeling his concern flooding into his own thoughts, making him stammer while thinking. He did not like it at all. Actually, he hated it, because it made him appear weak.
"I will answer to the best of my ability." Replied Oribil. The calmness of these remembered words made the boy feel conflicted. On one side, he was certain that the red thing was not bad, and it was nice and friendly. On the other, he knew nothing about it, and it was in his head, and there was no way to make it go away.
"You said something about your existence meaning good things for me… What did you mean?" He posited, getting to the point. Truly, Shouta was curious about the possible good things that could come out of his relationship with Oribil. After all, the red thing on the ground was magical. Maybe it knew many things?
"I did say that, and it is true. My being within you can mean the world for you, if you decide to make it so. I have the knowledge, and the ability, to help make your greatest desire come to fruition." Said Oribil, and his words, even though monotone and emotionless, seemed far more enticing than anything Shouta had heard before.
"Really? You can help me become the best wizard eve- Err, you can help me make anything I want come true?" Excitedly asked the boy, almost spilling the beans on what he wanted. Well, a part of what he wanted, but, nevertheless, he was suddenly very interested in what he was being offered.
"Yes, I can help you do anything you want to. However, it will not be a sudden thing - I will not, nor can I, make it happen instantly. I can help you achieve your goals, but I can not make them come true at your beck and call." Explained Oribil. What would have normally dashed one's hopes only made Shouta more excited. He would have never accepted a shortcut to success, as it was cheating, and it would not be as good as getting there through effort and hard work. Help, however, he was more than interested in.
"Then can you-"
"I will not do it without cost, however." Interrupted Oribil. The interruption of Shouta's own thoughts was very strange - people did not interrupt themselves during their thinking processes. They never could do that, as they would just finish their thought, or it would be shoved at the back and stifled in favor of the new thought. They never cut out instantly, not under normal circumstances, at least.
That meant something to Shouta, but he did not know what exactly it did. He already knew Oribil was magical, and probably powerful, to be able to do what it had done, but the fact that it could also cut the boy's thoughts short was very unsettling. Frightening, even. Those things made Shouta fear the price that would be imposed. What could someone in his head want from him, though?
"A cost?" Probed the boy. Knowing more would help him decide what kind of approach to take. Whether he would accept help, or he would try to distance himself from the red thing on the ground, depended on what kind of cost.
"I have goals of my own, but I can not achieve them without being able to roam about the world. Thus, I offer a trade.-" Oribil started speaking, but Shouta was almost certain he knew what it was that the red thing on the ground would want. The boy was smart, and what was said was enough to lead him to a deduction. "-I help you to achieve your lifelong dream, and you give me your body in exchange."
Those words were frightening for Shouta. To give his body in exchange for achieving his aspirations was not something he was interested in doing. It seemed silly to him, so he bid Oribil farewell and tried to sleep. Lucoa's arms wrapped around his tiny frame and she pulled him into a hug, smushing him between her great flesh mounts. Embarrassed, he told her off.
Months passed. All kinds of things happened to Shouta during that period of time. He got closer with Lucoa, in a sense that he considered her to be his dearest friend, as he had very few other friends. He went to Mexico and was granted the title 'The Greatest Master', but he felt as if he had not earned it himself.
His magical abilities were not improving by a lot, and he felt totally outclassed by everyone he knew. The kicker was that he was supposed to be growing, for he was experiencing growing pains. He had too much mana in him, and he had needed to get it drained once. That was when Lucoa had kissed him on the mouth, which, to this day, upon remembering, he reddened up like a ripe tomato and wanted to sink into the ground.
But things were moving along. Life went on, and time passed. Shouta's feelings were becoming better defined. Alas, the greatest strike against him was when he saw a future predicted by Lucoa. She gave him a Virtual Reality headset, calling it a DR, which might have stood for Dragon Reality, although he was not certain, and asked him to put it on. Wearing it, he saw himself and his familiar, and he saw, from an outsider's perspective, that she cared for him deeply. She even seemed to love him.
The vision of the future was very beautiful, and cheerful and happy, but it left him shaken to his very core. He saw himself being rude to Lucoa, ignoring her, treating her poorly, and yet she still had that smile of hers plastered on her beautiful face, and he felt very bad about his actions. The last thing they saw was that they had gotten married, eleven years from now, and had a child. It was so surreal that he could not believe it, and he was impossibly uneasy about the whole thing.
Yet, almost as if unlike herself, Lucoa told him that she wanted to spend the rest of eternity with him, without making any physical advances. That was when he considered that, maybe, his wish was truly worth it, even if he would never be able to achieve that unreachable aspiration of his. Naturally, when one thinks like that, he starts looking for solutions. The red thing on the ground drew Shouta's searching gaze, and he could not look away.
Again, in his dreams, he found himself before it. In the white, vast emptiness of what he now assumed was his mind, Shouta stood up and approached. It was a tengu mask, with a thin, long nose, but it was not like most disguises of its kind. It looked indifferent to anything and everything, while ordinarily, the creatures depicted by these masks were angry, with furrowed brows and roaring mouths.
The eyes of this mask were closed. Its brows were neutral, and its lips were pursed. It had no beard, nor did it have a moustache. It also had no wrinkles. What kind of demon was Oribil, to have a visage so similar to that of these dangerous beings, pondered the boy. He did not speak to the red thing on the ground, and he woke up in the morning, well rested and embraced by Lucoa. Even though he found himself embarrassed beyond description and he pushed himself away, he could not deny that he was growing very fond of her kind gestures.
The days passed, and he kept thinking to himself. The worst thing was that he wanted to return her affections, but it was not right. He was neither worthy of being her master, nor did he feel it proper for a master to be doing things like this with his familiar in the first place. But then again he had ignored that boundary in the future she had predicted would come to pass… Although he could tell that, even in that distant time, eleven years from now, he still felt unworthy to be her master.
The offer, indirectly made by Oribil, haunted him. Shouta was feeling more and more tempted by the red tengu mask, and he could understand why. He thought of it often, and he considered what it would lead into. Could he truly take an offer like that, he pondered. He did not even know if Oribil would keep its word, but he knew he wanted to become worthy of being Lucoa's master.
One day, Shouta Magatsuchi came to be certain of his choice.
"Oribil?" He called out into his mind, and the memories that were not there before came again. The boy was going back home from school, and he figured he might need to sit down to focus entirely. There was a bench up ahead.
"I am here." Spoke Oribil, and Shouta gulped. He sat down on the bench and took his backpack off. A measure of hesitation appeared within him, but he swatted it away. Hesitation was weakness, and being weak was what made him unworthy.
"I want to make a deal with you, Oribil.-" Started the boy. He had thought through everything already, he had devised how he would approach the situation and how he would word it, and he was going to be very careful not to mess it up. "-I want to become the most powerful wizard in the world." He finished and waited for an answer from the red tengu mask on the ground.
"Is that truly what you want to dedicate your life to?" Asked Oribil, and Shouta found himself surprised by the question. It was… Considerate. It was confirmation, more for him, rather than the red thing on the ground. He asked himself if it was truly what he wanted, and he found the answer to be mixed. It was a way to get to what he wanted, but it was not exactly what he desired. Shouta grit his teeth.
"Yes, it is. How do you start helping me?" The boy confirmed and quickly followed up with a question of his own. Now, he wanted to get the deal over with quickly, otherwise he might be forced to reconsider, be it by his own cowardly backing off, or through the words of Oribil.
"Whenever you want to begin, let me know. But we must first make sure that neither of us is making a mistake. I must ask you - why do you want to be the most powerful wizard in the world? Is it worth it to give up your body? You must ask me questions as well, to determine whether or not I may be a threat to the world, to what you hold dear. After we determine that our reasons are acceptable for the other, then we can agree to go on with our agreement." Oribil spoke, and these words embedded themselves within Shouta's mind. He knew why he wanted to be the most powerful wizard in the world, but his conviction faltered, when faced with the question of the red tengu mask on the ground.
He wanted to be worthy for Lucoa. Being the most powerful wizard in the world would make him worthy for her. He wondered if it was because he wanted to be with her, and that made him even less convinced. The memory of the DR future that she had predicted flashed before his eyes, and he felt tears welling up in them. She would not care, but he would be unhappy. He would feel unworthy and undeserving.
"I want to be the most powerful wizard in the world so I can prove to someone that I am worthy." Answered Shouta after steeling himself. He shook his head, making his tears fall from his eyes, and a flame of strong conviction burned within his purple orbs.
"Is it worth it giving up your body after you are done, though?" Again asked Oribil, and the question tried to latch onto the certainty of the boy's words and tear it away. But he held on. It would be worth it, showing her that he was worthy of her. In that moment, Shouta, still a child, felt as if it would be worth it, for a child does not truly think the way an adult does, and they do not comprehend consequences the same way a mature person does.
"Yes, it is." He exclaimed in his own head, his brows furrowed in determination.
"Then you have made your choice. I accept your reasons. Now, ask me questions. Determine whether or not it is right for you to give me a body." Urged Oribil, and Shouta thought about it. What kinds of questions would he need to ask, he pondered, and then one came to him.
"What would you do?" Asked the boy. A simple question, but one that would lead to a satisfying answer. In truth, Shouta was not concerned with what Oribil would do with his body, because it was more than obvious to him that the red tengu mask on the ground was weaker than Lucoa, but he figured he would have to go along to get the deal underway.
"I am looking for someone. I will look for that person, and, while chasing after this selfish goal, I will make this world a fairer, more just place." Answered Oribil. That sounded like an agreeable set of aspirations to Shouta, and he was glad that the red tengu mask on the ground was not looking to cause mischief or trouble.
"That's acceptable. I agree to go on with our agreement!" Announced the boy, feeling a great sense of anticipation. He held his breath.
"Then I, too, agree to go on with our agreement." Stated Oribil, and it was as if a great weight was lifted off of Shouta's shoulders.
The boy got up from the bench and ran home as fast as he could. The training he had done with Lucoa a few weeks ago in preparation for the school marathon really helped him on the way. When he got back, he said hello to his mother, dodged a hug from the goddess-dragon and sprinted up to his room.
There, he spoke to Oribil and asked him to teach him about magic, and the red tengu mask on the ground agreed. Following the directions given to him by the thing inside his head, Shouta created a circle around his desk and cast a spell, which made time flow differently in the circle than it did outside.
And then Oribil started teaching the boy magic. The purple haired child listened intently, learned with great focus and practices with great effort. And then Oribil told him that he should break the spell of the circle, because he would have spent an entire twenty-four hours learning.
That shocked Shouta beyond belief. He had been studying for a whole day and night cycle and he was neither hungry nor thirsty, and he had not grown bored or lost his attention? The boy felt as if he had been making great progress, and he figured it would be alright to keep going, so he instructed Oribil to do so.
And they studied more. The red tengu mask on the ground was very wise, yet it did not teach him as had all other teachers before. Oribil had a strange way of teaching, but Shouta found it very pleasant and easy to follow. Things became clearer faster, and made sense at a faster rate.
Then Oribil informed him that he should undo the circle, because forty-eight hours had passed. Still neither hungry nor thirsty, curious and lacking a need for sleep, Shouta declined, and asked how much time had passed in the world outside, and he was told that only half a second had passed. So the boy asked to learn more, and the red tengu mask on the ground obliged and taught him more.
Magic was such an incredibly expansive thing that they had not yet covered all the types of magic in the world, and yet it was still incredibly interesting. Magic he had not even thought existed was being uncovered to him by Oribil, magic that he thought had been lost with the death of old masters, and even magic he had assumed was boring turned out to be interesting. With great gusto and curiosity did Shouta learn, and much more did he want to learn.
But Oribil told him that seventy-two hours had passed, and that the boy should undo the circle. The purple haired child asked to know how much time had passed in the world outside, and the red tengu mask on the ground told him that it had been a third of a second. Then Shouta thought about it for a moment and told Oribil to inform him when five minutes had passed outside.
And so the boy went on to learn, and he learned and he liked it. He studied under the red tengu mask on the ground and he uncovered the mysteries of the cosmos, the world and everything else. Magic seemed greater than it had ever been before, and it was all for Shouta to uncover. Still, however, he felt as if he knew too little, nowhere near enough to even compare to either Lucoa or her friends, or even his father, so he kept learning.
Then Oribil told him that five minutes had passed in the world outside, but this time it did not tell him how many hours had passed in the circle. When Shouta asked, the red tengu mask on the ground told him that it had been twenty-eight thousand hours. The boy replied that those had been a lot of hours, but figured that he would not need much more to learn everything. Another five minutes would probably be all he needed, so he told Oribil to not interrupt their lessons again.
And so Shouta Magatsuchi learned magic. He studied diligently, he came to know all the intricate details that were to be known, he improved so greatly it was impossible to compare his current abilities to what he could once do. Unbeknownst to him, however, all of this took a long, long time. So long that he could not know it.
His eyes did not see the changes as they took place, his body did not feel the difference as he did not exert himself, but he grew old. And finally, when Oribil told him it had been one million, two hundred ninety-two thousand and one hundred hours. That number, staggeringly great, made him feel a great worry. Without even asking, Shouta stood up and cast a spell.
And the knowledge crashed down upon him like a mountain. He had spent fifty nine years within the circle, studying the mysteries of magic to perfection. Outside, only three hours and forty-four minutes had passed. Shouta looked at his hands, and he noticed, as if for the first time in years, that his fingers were old, his flesh sagging slightly, covered in those strange spots old people had. His nails were long. He looked at himself, he cast a spell to see his appearance, and shock overcame him.
Once a boy with purple hair, cropped perfectly, and a cute visage, now he was an old, wrinkly man, with a beard stretching down to his knees, his hair dragging on the floor, his limbs weak and rickety. He could feel that his back was slightly bent from all the sitting on the chair, and it hurt to stand totally upright. A spell fixed that, aligning his spine properly, but he did not know a spell that could reverse his aging.
His face was so dour now. Where once glimmered eyes full of hope and life, now stared a pair of orbs, the light of which had gone out. Heavy lids made him appear half asleep, his wrinkled forehead giving him a permanent frown, yet laugh lines at the sides of his nose made him seem as if he had been a happy fellow. His ears were droopy, hanging so low they were almost perpendicular to his shoulders, which had not broadened at all. If anything, he looked as if he was as tall as before.
In his shock, Shouta Magatsuchi realised that he was now older than his father and mother. He collapsed to the ground and gripped at his heart, feeling his heartbeat quickly become more and more rapid. He was about to ask himself how this had happened, but he knew even before he posed the question. He should have known.
Oribil had told him he would listen to him. The red tengu mask on the ground had done just that - it had listened to his wish to not interrupt the lessons before Shouta had come to know everything. The old man, wearing the same clothes from back when he had been a ten year old child, was stricken.
He had been so excited throughout his whole journey that he had mesmerized himself. Time flies when one is having fun, and Oribil made studying magic so fun that time seemed to not even exist. On that note, Shouta was now the most powerful wizard in the world.
"I guess you are going to want to collect?" Asked the old man, still on the ground, feeling his heart crack. He did not know how it could have happened. Maybe he had put something into the circle's composition that would blur his perception of time further? Or was it just his own fault, his own incredible excitement? Had he just used a shortcut, even though he had not wanted to use those, and was he now going to simply lose it all?
"Do you consider yourself worthy for the person you wanted to see you as worthy?" Answered Oribil with a question of his own. Its voice had not changed, but now Shouta felt it was a far more sinister, vicious sounding memory. A cruel and horrible one.
"How can I consider myself worthy when you tricked me so? Just do it. Just… Just take my body and may my soul be at peace!" Cried out the old man, balling his hands into fists. It was not right, but it had come to pass. How could he look at Lucoa now? An old, decrepit man, disgusting and vile, who had made a mistake so great it would be impossible to forgive himself.
"Make yourself presentable, and undo the circle. I came to know what you truly aspired to achieve, but I did so too late. I am sorry. I will still take something from you, but I will not take your body. I will not answer your calls ever again. Farewell." A command had never been spoken by Oribil, but it was now. Shouta perked up.
"What do you mean?" Asked the old man, but no answer came.
Shouta called and cried, tears streaming down his old, wrinkled face, but the red thing on the ground was gone, for all intents and purposes. He curled up in a ball and bawled his eyes out. And while he cried, he apologised. He said sorry to his mother, whom he had cursed with the fate of burying her child. He sought forgiveness from his father, whose teachings he had forgotten in his pursuit of knowledge. He apologised for having made them miss so many of his birthdays. He said sorry for not having introduced them to any of his friends. He cried out and begged for forgiveness.
And slowly, slowly, the weight of the mountain seemed to dissipate. The pain in his heart remained, but he stopped weeping. He came to his senses. Shouta recognized he had been shown mercy. In his cowardice to face what had come, the old man had tried to blame it on the red thing on the ground, but, in reality, it was his own fault. He took a deep breath and collected himself.
He used his magic. He cut his hair, to look the same way it had appeared when he was ten, he trimmed his beard, to only frame his face, and he styled his nails so they would not claw at anybody if he tried to hold their hands. He renewed his clothes and made himself smell fresh. The old man sighed one last time and undid the circle.
Lucoa was sitting on his bed, waiting for him patiently. She turned her head to regard him, and her eyes opened wide in shock. For the first time ever, Shouta saw her beautiful, strange irises, momentarily misshapen by surprise and concern. Her right eye, a green iris, reminiscent of a motherboard's strange surface, with a thin black outline and a small black pupil, within which an almost invisible slit of gold glimmered. And her left eye, a black iris and a large golden pupil, with a thin green slit within it.
"Shouta?" She gasped and stood up, raising her svelte arm to cover her thin lips with her gentle hand. Her hair bounced slightly, the yellow gradient that slowly passed through green and went into blue framing her pretty, round face and accentuating the unique beauty of her eyes. What also bounced was her beyond bountiful bosom, barely held in by her black tank-top.
"Hello, Lucoa.-" He muttered, raising his right hand and waving to her in greeting. She was just like he remembered her… Although, it had only been about four hours for her. "-Long time no see, for me…" He added and smiled at her.
"Shouta, honey, what happened?" She asked and made a few steps towards him. He fought off the urge to back away in shame as she did that. Still, he felt unworthy of her, even though he was a wizard with incredible prowess.
"Lucoa, I… I made a mistake.-" He told her and bowed before her, his torso ending up perpendicular to his legs. "-I am sorry! I know it is unforgivable, but please, don't hate me!" He exclaimed and knelt down, prostrating himself in an effort to illustrate his regret.
He clenched his eyes and grit his teeth. Shouta wanted to cry again, and he felt tears singing at his tear ducts, but he could not allow himself to do that. In this moment, when he showed himself to Lucoa, he had to be strong, he had to be as worthy as he could be. He had to show her that he had grown, at least, to fit his body's age. The old man was not thinking of what he would do after this, but he knew he had to apologise to her. Then… He did not know.
She walked towards him, as he could hear from her light footsteps, and she knelt down in front of him. Her soft palm found itself patting his head, and her other hand reached for his right shoulder, pushing him up. Lucoa had a tear rolling down her left, rosy cheek, yet she was smiling.
"Silly, we all make mistakes.-" She whispered and, as he rose up in unison with her hand's movements, she pulled him into a hug. "-Shouta, dear, what happened?" Lucoa asked as he held him tightly against herself. Due to the fact she was on her knees, he had not ended up face-first in between her magnanimous breasts, but rather in a very normal embrace.
The old man did not know what to do, raising and lowering his arms a few times before finally getting enough courage and hugging her back. He felt his tears stinging up his eyes again, and he buried his face in her soft hair. Her breasts pressed against his body, but that did not disturb him anymore. It was just Lucoa, and her body, and her warmth, and he felt that he had missed her greatly.
"I wanted to-To be worthy to ha-Have you as my familiar.-" Shouta spoke between sobs."-To be worthy-Of you…" He mumbled and simply relaxed into the hug. She held him close for a bit longer, until he, again, stopped weeping. Lucoa looked at him, holding him by the shoulders.
"You were worthy from the moment you summoned me, Shouta." She said to him and another tear rolled down the side of her face, but the smile remained. That kind, somewhat simple smile which only portrayed happiness. It was a very pretty expression, which was something he had not noticed before.
"I was? But I-"
"Shush now.-" She interrupted him and pulled him into a hug again, caressing his hair. "-Calm down, enjoy the moment… Do you want to talk about it?" Her voice was truly soothing, soft and almost motherly, even if it retained a note that had only made him uncomfortable before, but now he knew what it was, and he found himself enjoying it. He did follow her instruction and relaxed into her embrace once again. She was so soft, so gentle, and her hair smelled so good.
"I… It's not a short story." He muttered as he brought his hands up and returned the hug. She was very warm.
"Your mother brought you a portion to eat.-" Lucoa said. Shouta used his magic to glance around the room, and he did see a plate with omurice, resting on the nightstand. "-We have time." She whispered in his ear, reassuring him that he could speak at length. And so he did.
Reluctantly, slowly, making pauses to catch his breath, Shouta told her about Oribil. The old man told her about his thought process, about his reasoning, and of the things that had happened. She listened to him, running her hands through his thin hair, occasionally shifting a bit. When he was done, she allowed him to pull back and placed her hands on his shoulders again.
"Any bett-" She started, but stopped as she looked down. Shouta also looked down, and, other than seeing her humongous breasts, he saw that there was something poking at his pants. "-Ara ara…" Lucoa cooed and raised her gaze to meet his.
Shouta had not felt this happen. If anything, he should have expected it to occur, as he recognized that he was now an adult, albeit a very old and decrepit one, but still, Lucoa was a goddess-dragon of fertility, and she looked the part, which meant her appearance would have an effect on him. And it had affected him in a way unlike anything before.
He had an erection. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he felt that same craving to sink into the ground that he had whenever Lucoa would try and show affection for him, back when he was ten years old.
"I- I'm sorr-"
"Shouta, don't worry about that…" She interrupted him as he attempted to turn around and hide himself, but she did not let him. Her hands held his shoulders and kept him close to her. Shouta felt really strange, as if something inside was gnawing at him, something new to him, something he had never known before, and it seemed as if Lucoa's delicate touch only made that thing scratching at him more potent and powerful.
He felt a need to move, to go away, to hide, and, even though he remained where the goddess-dragon held him, he shifted his seating arrangement every few seconds. She looked at him, up and down, her gaze lingered on his face, on his chest, on his groin, and she returned her eyes to rest upon his own, but he could not meet them with his own.
"You've grown in your own right, Shouta. It has been a very long time, for you…-" She slid her left hand down along his right arm, taking his palm into her own. He glanced at her and saw that she was smiling, but her lips were slightly parted, and there was a glimmer in her eyes. "-Maybe you won't mind it?" Lucoa whispered and placed his hand on her breast, pushing his fingers into her flesh.
He gasped in surprise as the sensation, even if a tad muffled by the fabric of her tank-top, overwhelmed his senses. It was something he had felt many times before, albeit unwillingly, and yet it was absolutely unlike those previous instances. Her body seemed to be a source of sweltering heat, which made it feel as if her already soft, pliable breast's flesh was even more supple than it was. The velvety fabric of her clothing made it feel far softer and smoother than he had considered it as being. Even with her hand holding his, even though he was touching her from above, it felt as if it was heavy.
"You like them now, don't you?" She asked and took hold of his other hand, bringing it up to her other breast. Shouta mumbled a confirmation as his fingers sank into her chest. He appreciated the sheer size of her bosom, how each of her breasts was much bigger than her head, how, even though somewhat constrained by her tank-top, they hung a mere ten centimeters above the spot where he would assume her navel was.
The old man was simply squeezing the same part of her massive flesh mounds and then loosening his grip, only to do it again. It was such a calming action, and it made him feel closer to Lucoa than he had ever felt before. Even though he felt as if his cheeks were on fire and his stomach was filled with fluttering butterflies, he could not stop himself from squeezing her supple breasts. It felt good, even right, in some inexplicable way.
But then she pulled his hands away from her chest. He was about to ask what had happened, but her finger touched his lips, silencing his question. The goddess-dragon stood up, and urged him to follow her example, and so he did. Even though he had grown old, he had not grown taller, at all, for he still stood at a meter and a half, and she towered over him with more than thirty centimeters. That left him with his head perfectly parallel to her chest.
She spread her arms out and invited him for a hug, which he accepted immediately, plunging his face in her bountiful bosom, almost entirely submerging him in between the massive mounds of flesh. Lucoa chuckled quietly, caressing the back of his head. Even though he found it harder to breathe while in this embrace, he did not want to move away. He could feel her heart beating and that made him feel an intimacy with her he had never felt with anybody else.
"Shouta, honey…-" She cooed, and he looked up at her. Her rosy cheeks underlined her enchanting eyes, which seemed to glimmer in the evening's darkness. "-How about we go to the bed?" Lucoa proposed and he nodded in her breasts, making her flesh jiggle lightly.
She walked backwards, her arms still wrapped around his thin frame, and he slowly shuffled after her. His magic was swirling around his arms, which hovered just about her waist, so he could catch her in the event that she tripped and fell. Shouta cleaned himself again and again with another spell, feeling the need to be absolutely immaculate, or as close to it as he could be.
With every step, Lucoa's chest moved, bouncing slightly, until finally, when she sat down on the bed, her breasts flailed wildly, up and down. Shouta's face was separated from them, and he inhaled deeply as the goddess-dragon made herself comfortable in front of him. She spread her legs, her short jeans straining against her thick thighs and large behind, and she leaned backwards, elbows keeping her torso up. Her breasts seemed to swell up, although it was just perspective.
"Come on, Shouta..." Her enticing words were like a leash that she was pulling on, and he followed, climbing on top of her. Lucoa's right hand reached up to his cheek, and she pulled his face down towards hers. She latched onto his lips, and he kissed her. This was his second time kissing her, although the first one did not technically count, as she had sucked out his excess magic.
Yet… It felt similar. The softness of her lips, the tenderness of her fingers against his cheek, the delicate sensation that coursed through his body as he pulled away to gasp for air. She giggled and laid down on her back. Her breasts looked like they got squashed under their own weight, yet they appeared even wider than before. The fabric of her tank-top was straining so hard to contain her bountiful bosom that it looked as if it was painful. He looked up from her massive teats and met her gaze.
"Go ahead…" She whispered and relaxed.
He looked at her humongous mounds of flesh and gulped. Frightfully, his hands reached down to her stomach and latched onto the rim of her black tank-top, pulling it up. It was very elastic and soft, very light and durable, but easy to take off. First, he uncovered her abdomen. Slightly swollen, it looked a tad strange by comparison when he pulled her clothing further up, to reveal a flat tummy and an elegant navel.
Shouta placed his hands on her abdomen and felt around. While the heat coming off Lucoa's body was great, it was even greater right there. His palm felt as if it was going to start sweating at any moment, as long as he kept it glued to her silky smooth flesh. Magic told him what the reason was, and the tug in his pants only increased in intensity. It would appear that her ovaries were overactive, and were swollen to the tremendous size of five inches each.
He managed to tear himself away from the thoughts, swelling up in erotic content, and moved on to finishing what he had started. His bony fingers wrapped around the rolled up tank-top and started pushing it up, which caused Lucoa's humongous breasts to bounce uncontrollably. Shouta felt his eyes bulging out as he started at her massive mounds of flesh, slowly becoming uncovered while he removed the black tank-top.
Her skin was pale, spotless and, quite literally, perfect. The gigantic orbs of fat on her chest appeared reminiscent of slightly deflated beach balls, in size, and yet they had none of the edges or weirdnesses of those toys. The way the lower half of her breasts peeked out from beneath her tank-top was very arousing for him, and, even though he felt as if his member could not become any less comfortable in his pants, he still felt greater discomfort down there after seeing what he saw.
Her nipples had caught against the fabric, and, as a result of that, when Shouta pushed, her breasts moved up a bit. A stifled moan passed through Lucoa's lips, and that made him feel a chill run up his spine. It coalesced in that dark part of his mind that was responsible for the things he had not done up until now, the things he had tried to distance himself from. But that sound the goddess-dragon let out was like a hand flipping a switch.
Shouta quickly pushed her top up to her neck, forcing her breasts to pop out and flail about as Lucoa moaned again at the sudden sensation of her nipples being roughly dragged against the fabric of her clothing. The massive teats came to rest on her chest, drooping slightly hanging off its sides, which made the old man on top of her feel a need he had not felt in his life. As he looked at her, his eye twitched.
She breathed, and with each breath her chest heaved. The movement of her humongous breasts were enchanting for Shouta, far more than any spell he knew, and he watched. Her nipples were slowly popping up, stiffening in the air and as a result of their recent irritation by the fabric of her top. Her areolas were as big as the palms of her hands, and the color, pink like that of a bubble gum, made them appear incredibly fascinating.
"Don-" She made to speak, but as soon as her lips parted Shouta dove into her bosom, roughly grasping at her breasts and invoking a moan that interrupted her. He not only squeezed, but he moved both his hands and her teats, as if he were kneading dough. In truth, the sensation was quite similar, only that they were far softer, warmer, fleshier, and they did not stick to his fingers.
Much like a big pair of pillows, he squished and played with them, and his hands gravitated towards her nipples as they slowly grew stiffer and stiffer. She gasped when he took hold of one of the pink nubs, which only urged him to do more. He held her nipple between his fingers, squeezed it lightly, then more roughly, then he pulled on it, and she moaned more and more intensely.
He moved his face closer to her left nipple, and his breath tickled it, no doubt, as he held the gigantic teat with both hands. His eyes were wide, as he stared at it with unbridled awe. All the knowledge of magic he proudly wielded paled in comparison to the wonder of a woman's body, he thought, as he observed the pink nub poking out in its erect state, in its incredible glory. Shouta lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around it.
It both had no taste, and yet it was the most sublime thing he had ever put in his mouth. Soft and squishy, yet simultaneously stiff and somewhat solid, his tongue wrapped around it, pushed and bent it, and it made Lucoa moan softly, and that, in turn, made him go on with greater gusto. He sucked on it, all the while squeezing her teat with his hands. She squirmed underneath him, moaning audibly.
His teeth lightly pressed against the pink nub in his mouth, and Lucoa arched her back, pushing him up, while giving out a whine, filled with a tangible pleasure. That, however, was not the only thing that suddenly started filling up. Shouta's eyes went wide as the warm liquid started squirting into his mouth, bathing his tongue in its unbelievable taste. Breast milk.
He hungrily suckled on her nipple, while her hand reached for her other teat and started playing with it. Shouta could not believe it, and yet it was the most reasonable thing to have happened today. Lucoa was a fertility goddess, and that was associated with pregnancy, at the end of which a woman would normally lactate. It was not an unreasonable assumption to believe that her colossal breasts were going to have that property even if she was not bearing a child within her womb.
He released her nipple and with fiendish swiftness transitioned to her right breast, her hand moving onto the back of his head and pushing him down on her magnificent flesh mound. His fingers sunk into the gargantuan orb of raw sexuality and he wasted no time with shoving the pink bud into his mouth, gently nibbling on it, sucking and licking at it with his tongue. His right arm was wrapped around her left boob, pulling it towards her right tit.
She moaned and whined as milk splurted from her nipple and into his mouth, and he hungrily suckled on the stiff peak of her mountainous breast. With her horns, and her proportions, she could pass off as a human cow, rather than a goddess-dragon, though Shouta while he enjoyed her sweet, thick milk. Her left boob's nipple was leaking out the nectar-like liquid, lubing up her flesh mound.
"Shouta- Dear- Not so roughly!" She whined, all the while pushing him down onto herself. He released her nipple with a wet pop, but before she could catch her breath he pushed her breasts together, making her pink nubs rub against one another, and enveloped them in his mouth. Her loud moans returned as he held them between his teeth and pulled, making them spray large amounts of milk, after which he lowered himself and did it again and again.
His mouth was producing saliva, and that was drooling down her great bosom, lubing it up. Shouta was simply enjoying the moment, and, for him, it was the most enjoyable moment he had ever had the joy of experiencing. Her moans, her expression, her breasts, her whole being, it seemed to call out to him at a frequency he did not know of, and it was not magic, it was something else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, he felt an urge to do something else. That urge was coming not from his mind, but from something far more primal and less prone to control. His groin was on fire, and with every motion he felt his phallus rubbing against his pants roughly, as if there was far too little room to fit his member. He released her massive teats from his mouth, and they plopped down onto her chest, a wet, slick sound accompanying her moans.
"Lucoa, I…" Shouta could not find the words. He wanted to tell her that he felt a need, an impossibly ravenous, all consuming need that made his mind numb and his intelligence lower through its sheer existence. It was as if he was starving, but food would not sate his hunger, and he, himself, knew not what it was that he wanted. But her knowing eyes calmed him.
"I know, Shouta … How about you take your clothes off?" She cooed as he moved himself off of her, and her own hands reached for her top, removing it and flinging it to one of the room's walls. As soon as he understood her words, his magic had already removed his clothing as fast as it could shredding it down to ribbons, which were instantaneously brought down to dust, and that was then carried by an artificial breeze off and away.
His phallus was on full display, and it was what he had expected. It was about a tenth of his height in length, thin and crooked, it was so viciously engorged he could see his blood moving through his bulging veins. The flesh of his cockhead was so taut he could see the reflection of his own face in the purplish surface. It was twitching violently, and as soon as his eyes were lain upon this hairy thing, Shouta knew what he wanted, and how to satisfy his hunger.
Lucoa pushed herself into a sitting position and her head found itself straight against his penis. Her lips curled into a sultry smile and, from beneath the brim of her hat, her eyes peeked at him with a smouldering intensity, one that made him even more greedy for satisfaction. She raised her hands and placed them on his frail pelvis, framing his phallus and small, by comparison, scrotum, which was almost drowned out in his fuzz.
"You have a very nice treat for me here, Shouta…-" She said as her tongue ran over her lips. "-So nice, in fact, I might just gobble it all up…" Lucoa followed up by opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around his penis and slid her head down along its whole length, stuffing her face full of Shouta's public hair.
He let out a feeble moan as he pleasure suddenly washed over him and, finding himself unable to withstand it, he bucked his hips and thrust once against the goddess-dragon. He felt an eruption, which had been building up without his knowledge, suddenly begin, and he clasped his hands together, before his chest, as if in prayer. Something shot out of his penis and it felt unbelievably gratifying. He could feel his member pulsing even more violently, he felt Lucoa's wet, warm mouth, he felt her tongue swirling around his thin shaft, the suction as she created a vacuum, her hollowed out cheeks making her face appear incredibly lewd. His tiny nutsack trembled as he felt another blast erupt from his urethra.
His groans and moans barely came out as sounds owed to his vocal cords, more reminiscent of gasps and panting, as it was just him trying to breathe, while pleasure crashed down upon him and squeezed his chest and stomach, knocking all the air out of him. Although it was not only precious oxygen that he was having difficulty containing within himself. He felt his scrotum shrivel up and his testicles press against the base of his penis. His legs gave out, but he held himself up with his magic.
"My, what a treat…" Lucoa cooed as she removed his phallus from her mouth with a loud and wet pop. She smirked at him and slightly pushed him, sending him floating away from the bed. Shouta watched, still feeling too drained and exhausted to stand on his own, as the goddess-dragon stood up and placed her hands on the rim of her tiny pants.
She pushed down and uncovered her nethers. Unsurprisingly, she had no panties to take off. Her pussy was leaking her grily juices, and its lips hung loosely, indicating that it had seen much use and was quite accommodating. Shouta looked down to his penis and noted that it was still as hard as it had been before, if a tad less swollen and a bit wetter.
"Mind giving me some more?-" She asked coyly, feigning timidity, although that did not concern him at all. Her sopping wet folds, her magnificent breasts, hanging down to almost cover her bellybutton, her wide hips, her thick thighs, her perfect, blemishless skin, they all made him shudder in delight and his pecker stiffened in anticipation. "-Why don't you lie down on your bed?" She offered and turned around, bending over to 'fix' the sheets. Her sumptuous rear was presented, round and fitting of the denominator 'bubble butt', its gentle swaying inviting Shouta to approach and let himself in.
He listened to her, rather than his instinct, and carried himself over to the bed. Lucoa sat down on the edge and pat her lap, wordlessly indicating that he ought to lie his head down there, and so he did just that. She smiled to him from above as he felt her soft thighs almost engulf him, but he did not have enough time to worry about that before having her plop her massive breasts on his face. For a moment, all his sources of oxygen were blocked, but as he reached up and grasped at her soft flesh, he was released from beneath the heavy teats as she made herself comfortable.
Still holding onto one of her boobs, Shouta noticed that small trickles of her pearly milk were leaking from its stiff nipple, and, without paying it much thought, he guided the pink nub to his lips and latched onto it. The warm liquid started streaming into his mouth as he started suckling on her huge breast, kneading it with his hands and enjoying the act tremendously. His pecker was twitching as it grew stiffer and stiffer in response to the stimulation he was providing to his mind.
Lucoa, moaning slightly at Shouta's ministrations, wrapped her hand around his penis and squeezed lightly. It was now his turn to let out a surprised gasp, as milk splattered from his lips, when the goddess-dragon started moving her palm up and down his thin shaft, rubbing it gently.
"L-Lucoa-"
"Shush, Shouta, just enjoy it." She interrupted and used her left hand to push his head up into her nipple again. He did not try to fight back, and returned to his own endeavour, but the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his member, the pressure applied on it, the sheer fact that she was touching it, and it was as if that was no big deal for her, it made him more and more excited.
Lucoa rubbed the palm of her hand against the cockhead while dragging the tips of her fingers over the skin of his penis, she pinched at his meatus slightly and she twisted his prick, playing with it. It felt good for Shouta, and he could not really see what was going on, so he simply opted to enjoy the incredible experience of her massive breasts while she jerked him off. The sensation was something that he had never felt before, and yet it was something that felt incredibly familiar. Was that so because of the fact she had put his penis in her mouth, he pondered for a moment, but figured it should not be that way, because those two actions should have felt very different from one another.
"Lucoa, I'm going to-" He started warning her, but the sudden explosion of pleasure as he ejaculated again made him groan blissfully. His cum dribbled down his penis, onto her delicate hand, yet she did not seem at all concerned with it, continuing to rub his convulsing shaft with her fingers and palm.
"That's it, that's it…" She encouraged him as he felt his small nutsack emptying itself onto her hand and his own penis. He groaned and moaned, unable to suckle on her nipple until he was done, so he simply held onto her breasts. Every single time he thought about it, their softness and the comfort they provided made him very happy to be able to do what he was doing.
His orgasm ended and Lucoa let go of his head with her left hand, only to move it over to his pecker, bending over and taking away most of the wonder of her breasts from him. She scooped up all his cum and then returned to her previous seating arrangement, only to then start licking it up off her fingers. Shouta watched, entranced, as the vulgarity and lewdity of the act made it more arousing than he had ever thought it could be.
She lapped up all the cum that had been on her hands, and all the while he found himself more and more enamoured by these mannerisms, for they seemed to signify she prized his ejaculate quite a lot, and, by extension, she valued him greatly as well. Shouta's mind rationalized this sudden appreciation for being shown affection with his prolonged learning - after all, fifty nine years, spent without the company of another human, even if full of wonder and enjoyment, would leave one unrelentlessly ravenous for physicality and the comfort of amity. Though what was currently happening was more than just unspoken rapport.
"Ah-" Lucoa gasped in surprise as her right hand sought his pecker again. It had slumped down, evidently spent. "-Shouta! What happened?" She asked, exasperated at the miserable sight. She gave it a few tugs, and he groaned. It was far too sensitive now, having just undergone orgasm, and it felt really weird - good, but in a way that made it feel too good.
"I- I'm spent. I'm sorry, Lucoa…" Confessed the old man and made to lean back, but she stopped his head with her other hand.
"Then lie down on the bed properly, as if you're going to sleep!" Commanded the goddess-dragon, almost as if she was angry at him, though she did have the right to be. He pushed himself up, but felt too weak to handle the process by himself, and so his knowledge of magic was useful once again. Carrying himself into the air and rotating slightly, until he was floating over the bed, he dropped himself down, head on the pillow, which felt rough and uncomfortable, in comparison to Lucoa's soft thighs, and waited.
She crawled towards him, her voluptuous body rubbing against his sheets, and her eyes met his. In her different irises he was certain he could recognize the hunger he, himself, had felt, and, strangely, still felt, even though he was, supposedly, satisfied. She spread his legs apart and wrapped her hand around his penis, squeezing tightly and slowly dragging her palm over its flesh.
Even though she looked incredibly appealing while doing so, glancing at him every now and then, and even though the sensation of the stimulation was absolutely incredible, only heightened by his sensitivity due to recent orgasms, Shouta's pecker just would not get hard. Lucoa's left hand snaked its way to his scrotum, but passed by it, orbiting around his anus. Just as he was about to ask what she was planning on doing, he felt something jam itself in his pucker.
Her finger went in as deep as it could, and then bent at the joint, all the while the old man was gasping and panting in confusion, discomfort and, as soon as the tip of her finger reached the wall of his ass, also pleasure. His penis almost immediately got flooded with blood, and he found himself as hard as a rock. Lucoa pulled her finger out of his butt and slyly smirked at him.
"Just pressing buttons, Shouta." She cooed and climbed on top of him, straddling his thin frame between her legs. The goddess-dragon reached down to her nether regions and spread her pussy lips open, giving him a fine view of the lube-spewing snatch that was now hovering over his pecker.
With her other hand, she took hold of his penis and guided it, until its tip was rubbing against her womanhood, as if giving it a shy little kiss. Even without having been submerged in her sopping quim, Shouta could feel how hot it was. It radiated heat, much like a fire did, and he felt the same sensation with his prick as he did when he held his hands close to a flame or a red-hot stove. But that did not concern him - in fact, it only made him more excited.
Lucoa bent herself forward, her breasts dragging along his chest, making him feel tingles all over his front, and she moaned quietly as she lowered herself onto his penis. First, his tip went in, and it was engulfed by a wet, warm and sticky set of fleshy walls, which clamped down on the purplish skin and squeezed, almost too hard. He groaned and gasped as the sensation only increased in severity as his glans completely slid in. The dragging of his stiff prick against her flesh, the monstrous force that she exhibited as she clamped down on his shaft, he felt his mind going numb.
Lucoa lowered her face and their lips met, and she kissed him deeply. Her tongue found itself sliding into his mouth without challenge, as he had been busy panting and moaning in his blissful state. Her honeypot devoured more and more of his penis, the vice like grip on his member so great he could not even understand how it could still be moving deeper still. Lucoa's tongue tangled around his own, pushing it about coyly, and he tried to do the same, but she retained control by simply letting gravity push the rest of Shouta's pecker inside of her, which caused him to black out for a moment.
She ran her hands up and down his decrepit body, while slowly moving her hips in circular motions, slightly shifting his pecker's position within her. He felt completely overwhelmed by the sensations, by the intensity of it all, and imagined that what his penis was currently feeling was equivalent to the pressure experienced by creatures miles under the sea's surface. She broke away from the kiss and laid on top of him, wrapping her arms around his frail body.
"You like it, don't you, Shouta?" Whispered Lucoa in his ear and nibbled on it. He could not give a reply with words, but he managed to groan something similar enough to 'yes'. She smiled and rose, making herself comfortable, as she sat on top of him with his penis inside her. Her delicate, soft hands wrapped around his bony fingers and guided them to her magnificent breasts, and she held them there.
The goddess-dragon started moving in a different manner, slowly raising her hips and then lowering them, sliding her quim all over his phallus. The tightness Shouta felt still did not seem to support the removal of anything, but, upon thinking over it once more, it made sense that, of all things, a dragon older than humanity would have the facilities to control her body in a perfect manner. It was incredible, he felt every single muscle in her womanhood moving and forcing her flesh to stick to him as snugly as was physically possible, and yet when she moved, it was just tight enough to where she would be able to move without dragging him along by his pecker.
He feebly grasped at her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh, and she helped him by doing the same with her own hands. Shouta wanted to ejaculate, to shoot all the cum he could muster inside of her, for he felt very tired, but she seemed so happy, she appeared to be enjoying it so greatly, that he felt as if it would be wrong to simply leave her hanging.
But he was reaching his limits, and he knew that. He was old, and no matter how angelic and irresistible the woman, he could tell that his body simply would be unable to handle the exertion required to satisfy a being of Lucoa's caliber. Shouta gasped and panted, feebly grasping at her soft teats.
Lucoa moaned loudly, as if a sudden spike of pleasure had ravaged her body. He was confused, but took note of the fact that he was actually squeezing her breasts incredibly roughly, and with a lot more force than he had thought he had left. Not only that, but the sight of her blushed cheeks, her confused expression that dripped with lust. For a moment, Shouta considered she was, again, pressing buttons. Then he completely ignored that sentiment and, like a man possessed, used both his physical strength and his magic to push himself on top of her.
She gasped, her mouth widening as her hat fell off her head and rolled off the bed. Laying on her back, the old man felt his pecker stiffen, and he felt the tightness in her cunt grow greater and greater. His arms pushed her legs up, framing her torso, while her massive milk juggs bounced about. He pushed her down with his magic and buried his face in her breasts, latching onto a nipple and roughly biting on it, suckling it with an animalistic desire.
Shouta's feet were firmly on the bed, and he started pumping into her, as quickly as he could. She gasped and moaned, she whined and wailed in pleasure, and he grit his teeth as he did his best to fuck her good. His balls were churning, he could feel it, and he could tell his explosive orgasm was approaching, but it was not yet time, he decided, and a pair of rings of force appeared, both clamping down around his shaft and squeezing so tight no liquid could leak out of his widened urethra.
The wet sounds of this vulgar lovemaking only made him more and more aroused, and he pumped more and more, using his magic as an exoskeleton to keep himself upright and thrusting into her wet snatch. Lucoa's tongue had lolled out and she was wailing like a common whore, or what Shouta would have imagined those sounded like, while he felt the dam that was his pecker overflowing and threatening to burst.
It was starting to hurt. The pressure building up in his manhood was so intense he could feel pain shrieking through his being, but he struggled with all his might and all the self-control he could muster, so as to not undo the rings of magical force around his shaft and let himself finally blow. Even so, he would not last long enough, he worried.
And then Lucoa screamed in an euphoric, pleasure filled sign of relief as her moist pussy tightened around his pecker so tightly he worried it might have been made thinner. Shouta felt liquid splattering over his pelvis, soaking his public hair and signaling that the goddess-dragon had finally reached her peak.
His own scream, muffled by her excessive tit-flesh, followed suit as he shoved his penis as deep as it could reach, and felt his ball-sack get sucked up by the intensity of his orgasm, his tiny testicles slamming against his body with enough force to crack an egg. The rings of force around his cock were shattered, and like a jet of water his cum splurted out into Lucoa's folds. His penis throbbed and twitched at a rate of more than five per second, and he slathered his lover's insides with his semen.
To his astonishment, she wrapped her legs around him and held him close while he emptied himself inside of her, all the while she screamed in ecstasy as another orgasm washed over her. Unbeknownst to either Shouta or her, the sperm cells within the fluid he was releasing were all hypercharged, and a tiny red glimmer could be seen in their tips, if they were observed with a microscope.
The sperm cells all filed, in an impossible order that could not be managed by any creature, and they moved as if they knew the way, straight towards Lucoa's egg cells, the whole cluster of them, released by her hyper-active ovaries and awaiting their moment. And it came, as the sperm cells charged, much like space-ships, depicted in science fiction, would use their hyperdrive and accelerate into hyperspace, so too, did the little swimmers achieve velocities that left the eggs bending under the unfathomable barrage.
Thoroughly impregnated by the end of their copulation, Lucoa laid on the bed and breathed heavily, while Shouta, splayed on top of her, could feel his consciousness fading. In the final moments before he was wrapped up by the darkness, he heard words that brought him great comfort.
"I love you, Shouta."