My Taming System Makes Me Overpowered

Vince drove into her with a brutal, steady rhythm, each thrust slamming her scaled hips against the rough bark of the oak. The wet, filthy slap of skin against scales filled the clearing. Vetra’s claws gouged deep grooves into the wood as she braced herself, head bowed, twin horns catching the moonlight. Her tail—thick, powerful, and still locked over his shoulder—flexed hard every time he bottomed out, the muscle twitching in his grip like it wanted to coil around him again.

He kept it pinned.

”Still so fucking tight, and wet,” he growled against the back of her neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive scales there. ”Even after I already made you come on my fingers.”

Vetra’s answer was a broken, guttural moan that showed the tips of her fangs. Heat poured off her in waves; the natural fire of her core made her inner walls scorching, almost too hot, clenching and fluttering around his cock like they were trying to milk him. Slick ran down the insides of her powerful thighs in glossy trails, dripping onto the forest floor with every deep stroke.

The heat was almost too much. Vince flooded his cock with mana, reinforcing it against the scorching grip of her walls.

Vince shifted his angle, gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises beneath the scales, and snapped his hips forward harder. The new angle dragged the thick head of his cock over the spot that always unraveled her. Vetra’s back arched sharply, horns tilting back, a raw, draconic cry tearing from her throat.

”There— fuck, right there—”

”I know.” He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, relentless, using the grip on her tail for leverage as he pounded deeper. The Sovereign Crest on her lower abdomen glowed brighter with every thrust, the purple crown pulsing in time with her racing pulse. Vince reached around with his free hand and pressed two fingers firmly against it, rubbing slow circles over the raised mark while he kept burying himself to the hilt.

Vetra shattered.

Her entire body seized. Powerful muscles locked. Her pussy clamped down on him in violent, rhythmic spasms, gushing fresh scalding slick that soaked his cock and balls. A full-throated, animalistic roar ripped out of her, echoing off the pines. Her tail thrashed wildly in his grip; her claws tore bark free in long strips. For several long seconds she was nothing but trembling strength and broken sounds, completely gone.

Vince didn’t stop.

He fucked her straight through the orgasm, forcing her to feel every inch while her walls continued to spasm and flutter. Only when her knees started to buckle did he finally ease the pace—just enough to keep her on the edge without letting her come down completely.

He pulled out suddenly.

Vetra made a wrecked, protesting sound. Before she could turn, Vince spun her around, shoved her back against the oak, and lifted her by the thighs. Her scaled legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He lined up and slammed back inside in one hard thrust, burying himself to the root again.

The new position let him see everything.

Flushed crimson scales around her dripping entrance. The glowing purple crest on her lap. The way her heavy breasts moved with every thrust. Her amber eyes—slitted pupils blown wide—locked on his face, dazed and desperate. Twin horns framed her face. Fangs were visible behind parted lips as she gasped for air. Her tail, finally free, immediately coiled tight around his waist and hip, the powerful muscle flexing as it tried to pull him even deeper.

Vince gripped the base of her tail hard and used it as a handle, yanking her down onto every upward thrust.

”Look at me,” he ordered.

Her eyes snapped to his. He rewarded her with a particularly deep stroke that made her head fall back against the bark, a sharp cry spilling from her throat.

”Good girl.” He leaned in and bit the side of her neck again, harder this time, right over the mark he had left earlier. At the same time he reached between them and rubbed firm, ruthless circles over her swollen clit. ”Come again. Now.”

I’m losing my mind. Vetra thought, Her tongue slipped out between her fangs as her eyes rolled, completely lost.

Vetra obeyed like her body had no other choice.

”Hmph, Ahh—ahn...Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!!.”

”I’m — I’m CUMMING!!!”

The second orgasm hit her even harder than the first. Her fangs flashed as she cried out, inner walls clamping down in powerful, milking pulses. Scalding heat flooded around his cock. Her tail squeezed him so tightly it almost hurt. She clung to him with claws and strength and pure need, completely undone.

Vince finally let himself go.

”Here it comes”

He slammed into her one last time, burying himself as deep as the angle allowed, and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick, hot spurts flooded her clenching cunt, overflowing around his cock and dripping down her scales as he kept grinding deep, forcing every drop inside her. The glow of the Sovereign Crest flared bright for a moment, as if drinking in the claiming.

They stayed locked together under the moonlight, both breathing hard. Vince’s forehead rested against hers. Vetra’s tail remained tightly coiled around him, refusing to let him pull out just yet. Her claws had left faint red lines across his shoulders. Sweat and slick shone on her scaled skin. Her horns, her fangs, the residual heat pouring off her body—all of it reminded him exactly what he was holding.

After a long moment she let out a low, husky laugh, voice rough and thoroughly used.

”...Still think you needed a spar to burn off that energy?”

Vince smirked against her mouth, gave one slow, deliberate roll of his hips that made her breath hitch, and answered quietly,

”No. This works better.”

”I guess we should have started with this then” Vetra said staring at him dead in the eye.

He didn’t pull out.

Not yet.