Part 6: Fulfilling Fantasy

Mills watched as Lizzie Bartlet slumped into the chair beside her.  The first day of school and it appeared the raccoon was already in desperate need to vent her woes to a live person.  The young dragon didn’t like the position — it felt too much like being a school counselor.  It also didn’t help that Lizzie tended to ignore any advice Mills offered.  It was the one time Mills relented in their unspoken agreement about no shared drama, though little did Lizzie know Mills had ulterior motives in being such a ready ear.

“How was summer break?” Mills asked, feigning ignorance.

“Ugh!” Liz exclaimed, prompting a glare and a shush from Ms. Isabel.  She continued to bemoan her situation in more hushed tones.  “First mom canceled our vacation plans because of some work shit.  Then Aiden decided to get serious with Amy Briar, which meant they were over at our house all the time, making out and fooling around when mom was gone during the day.  And then, the first day in forever that Aiden decided to go out somewhere with Amy, mom comes home early to find me with my pants down — literally.  She was furious about me being on FH, about ruining her computer chair, about sharing pictures of my bits to guys online.  Not like she gave a damn any other time.  But yeah, she grounds me on the spot, takes away my phone for two weeks, and when I finally get online again, my phone is wiped and everything has parental protection active.  I could only watch kids shows on Furflix!  What does she think I am, 5?”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Liz…I heard something happened, but didn’t realize it was so bad.”

“It’s fine,” Liz smirked, “because then I ratted Aiden out for being on FH first…he’s still 16, so he shouldn’t have been on there either.  I may have added some details about him posting dick pics, but it did the trick.  She took his laptop away, and when he got it back, same deal as me: hard drive wiped except for school stuff, and parental controls enabled so he could only access educational sites.  He’s pissed at me, but hey, if I have to suffer then so can he!  I mean jeez, it’s like someone took away the ‘model parent’ card Mom thought she had, and now I can’t get her off my back unless Aiden’s around for her to monitor and nitpick instead.”

Mills sat and nodded, trying her best to look as sympathetic as possible.  The fact was, she was furious at Liz and more than a little gleeful.  She had never considered herself jealous or vindictive, but then again, she never expected to have a boyfriend for her slutty classmate to try and seduce.  Ever since Connor told her that Liz had come on to him via FurHub, Mills had swung squarely into the camp of students who hated Lizzie’s guts.  Liz didn’t even realize she had lost her only real ally.  She just continued to gossip and bemoan her fate until Ms. Isabel, tired of Liz’s inappropriateness, stole up and dragged her off to the vice principal’s office.

“Serves you right, bitch,” Millie hissed under her breath, voice muffled by Lizzie’s protests.

*	*	*

The entryway of the house was crowded with luggage as Greg went over final instructions with Mills.

“Alright, fridge and pantry are stocked, list of chores is on the fridge, and you have the emergency cash we gave you?”

“Yup!”  Mills held up a white envelope.

“Remember, that money needs to last until we get home.  There’s a storm forecast that might delay our return flight.  So don’t spend all that on takeout, ok?”

“Dad, don’t worry, I know how to be stingy…I’m your kid, y’know.”

“Ouch, I’ll need to put something on that burn.”  Greg winked at his daughter before giving her a big hug.  “Thanks for taking care of things here, kiddo.”

“Greg, the taxi is here!”

A scramble of baggage later and Mills was watching her parents drive away.  Her parents decided to turn a business trip into an adults-only weekend getaway, leaving her with an entire weekend by herself.  And with no school on the horizon she was free to do whatever she wanted.  And she knew exactly what she wanted.  Back inside the house, Millie began texting.

Mom and dad just left

Wish my bf was here to keep me company

Just got off work

Swinging by the apartment for my overnight bag

And grabbing some things on the way

Should be there by 6

Ok!

Don’t keep me waiting too long

>.<

I won’t

Oh, don’t worry about dinner

First date is my treat

:D

Dress up for me?

Mhm!

I know just the thing ;3

Mills set down her phone and started to change.  Stripping down to the buff, she suddenly felt her nerves rising.  This was it; all her wishes were coming true tonight.  And she was going to do her part to make the night perfect.  From her dresser she selected a familiar pair of panties — white and pink stripes with a bow on the front.  It felt like years since she sent her first sexy picture to Connor wearing these panties, though in reality it had been less than six months.  She slid them on, resisting the urge to fondle herself.  There would be plenty of time for that and better.  She decided against a bra, as her breasts still hadn’t grown enough to really need them, save to hide her perky nips.  But why hide them when she could use them to tease her boyfriend?

Millie’s school uniform was laid out on her bed; she would’ve left it on except her parents would’ve thought it was odd.  Blouse and skirt went on without issue, as did a pair of knee-high socks embroidered with the school’s crest.  She had totally forgotten she even had them until a week or two ago as they were optional accessories, but knew she needed to add them to her outfit for Connor.  Now fully clothed, Mills struck some poses in the mirror.  She was ready.  All that was left was to wait.  A few minutes after 6, there was a knock at the front door.  Millie rushed to answer, and as she opened it her heart skipped a beat.

Connor stood in the doorway, dressed in khaki slacks and a pale green button-down shirt.  Mills almost swooned, the memory of her picnic dream leaping to the front of her mind as she invited him in.

“Hey gorgeous!”  Connor said, “May I come in?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied before coming to her senses, “I mean, make yourself at home, handsome.”

She was only temporarily distracted by the delicious smells coming from the takeout bags in his hands, quickly snapping back to reality as Connor set his things down in the living room.

“Hey, Mills,” he said, stooping down and spreading his arms, “I think you’ve been waiting for one of these.”

It took her a longer second than it should have for the invitation to register, but in moments she had rushed into Connor’s waiting embrace.  It was as warm and comforting as she had hoped.  

“You do give good hugs,” Mills mumbled, snuggling into his chest as he pulled her close.  “I…can’t believe you’re here!”  Despite her best efforts, Millie was misty-eyed as she looked up at the lupine face of her boyfriend.

“Hey, hey,” he said, wiping away her tears with a paw, “it’s ok, I’m here.  I’m glad we could finally do this…having trouble believing it too.”

Mills sniffed and nodded.  As Connor attempted to withdraw his paw Mills grabbed it and held it to her cheek.  “You’re so warm…so fuzzy!”

“And you’re so smooth, like a polished gemstone.”  He stroked her face fondly, running over Millie’s brow and the ridges on the crown of her head.  She couldn’t tell how long she just let him pet her, but eventually she allowed him to withdraw with a sigh and a smile.

“Hey, we should probably eat before dinner gets cold.”

“Mhm!  Let me get some drinks.”

“Sounds good…it’s the one thing I forgot to grab on my way.”

“Beer or cola?”

“I hope you’re joking about the beer,” Connor smirked, “you aren’t old enough, and remember what I said about me drinking after your first naughty picture?”

“Heehee, I know,” Mills replied, calling from the kitchen, “can’t blame me for trying to get you drunk.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

“Maybe,” she said as she returned with two bottles of cola, “if you were a creep.”

“Fair,” Connor chuckled, continuing to unpack the dinner he had brought.

“It smells amazing!  What is it?”

“Ever had Indian food before?”

Mills shook her head.

“Then you’re in for a treat.”

Connor laid out the rich spread: naan, samosas, tandoori chicken, tikka masala, and biryani.

“Dig in and help yourself,” Connor handed her a packet of plastic cutlery, “just be careful, the tikka masala is pretty spicy…the tandoori less so.”

“Ok,” Mills decided to start with a bite of the biryani instead.  The rice was strange looking, but at least it was something more immediately recognizable.  Scooping directly out of the serving bowl with her fork, she popped the bite into her mouth.  “Mmmm, that’s so good!  Wait…” her eyes went wide, “is that cinnamon in the rice?”

“Yup!” Connor laughed, “I thought that might trip you up a little.”

“Mhm, we eat Asian food all the time, so I thought it was just going to be like fried rice.  But it’s really different…tasty!”

“If you aren’t feeling adventurous quite yet, try a samosa…it’s like an egg roll stuffed with potatoes and veggies.”

Millie’s eyes lit up and reached for one of the pastries.  Connor was right; like with the rice, the seasoning was less familiar, but it was basically an egg roll full of finely chopped potatoes and other veggies.  From there the spicier dishes were more outlandish, but not too dissimilar from the Japanese curry her dad made or the Korean fried chicken they would sometimes get for New Year.  But her favorite was the puffy, buttery, garlicky naan.  Mills was glad Connor had gotten a double order of the flatbread; she ate about a quarter of it herself, and would’ve probably started their first lover’s spat over who would get the last piece.

Whether intentionally or not, Connor had bought far more food than either of them could finish in one meal.  Cleaning up and stowing the leftovers in the fridge, the pair flopped onto the couch to cuddle in a replete, post-dinner stupor.  Mills lay on Connor’s chest, half wedged between his body and the couch, great fluffy arms holding her tight.  She nuzzled his shirt and sighed with contentment.  She could think of only one thing that would make this better.

“Connor?”

“Mhm?”

“Could you…I mean, could we…kiss?”

Through half-lidded eyes Connor looked at her and smiled sleepily.  He leaned his head forward, and Mills felt one of his paws on the back of her head, gently guiding her to meet his lips.  It was only a quick peck, a brief token of affection, but it sent butterflies going in Millie’s stomach.

“Mmm, your mouth has a spicy taste, Connor.”

“I wonder why,” he chuckled, “maybe because my hot girlfriend just gave me her first kiss.”

Mills wriggled with excitement, then leaned forward more boldly to lock lips with the wolf again.  This time the pair lingered.  Mills felt Connor’s paw holding her in place, relishing how the pressure kept their lips locked.  Then she felt Connor’s tongue inch its way into her mouth.  With a soft moan she returned the gesture, pressing herself into Connor’s muzzle even as he did the same to her.  She couldn’t tell how long their makeout session lasted, sharing tongue and saliva and the taste of each other’s mouths.  Only the feeling of Connor’s paw relinquishing its hold on her head signaled to her anything resembling a break in their lovemaking.

“Are you ready to keep going?” Connor asked in a dreamy voice.

Mills nodded, “tonight I wanna go all the way with you.”

“Eager, hm?  Well let’s take it one step at a time…” his paw continued down over her neck and back until it reached her skirt.  “Do you like that?” He asked as his paw cupped around her ass and gave the cheek a firm squeeze.

“M-Mhm!” Mills buried her head in Connor’s chest as he continued to grope her ass.  She could feel her skirt bunching up as well, and moaned as she started to feel his paw touch her bare thigh.

“I’m going to sit up now, ok?”

“Ok,” the young dragon clung to her partner as he swung himself upright, still with a paw on her ass.

“How about you turn around, hm?  Let me see what precisely we’re dealing with.”

Nodding, Mills slowly rotated so her back was against Connor’s chest and she was seated in his lap.  He gently lifted her skirt until he revealed the stripes of her panties.

“Oh, now those are familiar…are they as wet as they were that night?”

“N-Not yet…ah!”  She felt Connor run his paws under her skirt and along the tops of her thighs.

“And now?”

“No—ooooh!”  Mills moaned lustily as she felt one of Connor’s digits press against her slit though her panties — just one firm stroke from cunny to clit.

“Y-yes…” she panted.

“Hm…we should probably inspect them, just to be sure.”  Connor slipped his thumbs through the waistband of Millie’s panties; the young dragon could only hold onto Connor’s arms and shakily prop up her legs to allow him to remove the article of clothing.  She watched him bring the moist fabric to his nose and sniff.  Immediately she could feel something hard poking between her buttcheeks.  “Mmm…” she heard him sigh, “I think I’ll keep these for when I’m feeling lonely.  Or would you rather have them back?”

“No…you can keep them,” Mills gasped at the bulge pressing into her ass.  That and the thought of Connor jerking off to the smell of her arousal were proving to be surprisingly stimulating.  It was like their sexting session the morning of her birthday — he knew just what would get her going, including how to surprise her.

Connor smiled and tucked his trophy into a pocket of his overnight bag.  “Alright, let’s get back to work,” he said, grabbing her legs and spreading them.

“W-wait! Shouldn’t we deal with this first?”  Mills wriggled her hips back and forth on top of the bulge in Connor’s pants.

“Nnf!” Connor grunted, “n-no, we need to get you ready first…we’ll have plenty of time for my ‘pocket howler’ later.”

“Ok, what do I need to do to get ready?”

“Sit there and look adorable,” he instructed as he unbuttoned Millie’s blouse, “I’ll walk you through everything.”

Mills smiled and nodded.  Her mini-orgasm had taken some of the edge off her anticipation, so she was ready to see what else he was planning.  She crooned softly as she felt him rub her chest, teasing her nipples until they were pert and erect.

“Oh, you like when I tease your chest, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” Mills gasped, “ it makes me all tingly.”

Connor’s only reply was to tweak one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, kneading it back and forth in his grip as Millie sighed.

“I’m gonna finger your cunny in a minute,” Connor explained as he continued massaging her chest, “to make sure you’re ready for the real deal.  Did your cherry ever pop while playing by yourself?”

“I d-dunno…maybe?  It hurt and there was a l-little blood once, so I stopped putting my finger in for a little w-while.”

“Ok, it sounds like you might have.  And that’s ok…it means I don’t have to be as cautious tonight.  But I’ll still be careful, and if anything I do hurts, say something and we’ll stop, ok?”

Mills nodded.  “I'm a little…s-scared now.”

“It’s ok, you’re safe…you trust me, right?”

“Yeah, as much as I trust mom and dad.”

“Then the best thing you can do is relax, ok?”

“Uh-huh,” Mills moaned softly as Connor kneaded around her pert nipples.  He also began licking her neck, her shoulder, and her jaw.  It all felt good, and the more she focused on that nice feeling, the more it felt like she was floating away.  Then she felt his free paw stroking her inner thigh and instinctively froze.  The touch continued, and it made her pussy tingle, but she took a deep breath, willing herself to relax again.

“Good girl,” Connor crooned, “that’s a great job, keep doing that.”

His paw stroked closer and closer to her cunny.  Mills tried to control her aroused sighs, but realized it just caused her to tense up.  So instead she let them happen, wordless appreciation for how Connor made her feel.  And then he grazed her bare slit.  Mills tensed up, then released the tension as yet another sensual moan.  Connor moved slowly, allowing her body the chance to grow accustomed to his foreign touch.  Gently he pressed a finger into her folds, then two, then three, slowly spreading her lips apart.

“Nngh, Connor, please put it in.  I…I wanna feel you inside f-for real.”

Connor nodded, sliding his middle finger down to her entrance, then pressing in.  Mills could feel her cunny clench around the intrusion.  She clung to Connor’s arm, grunting and moaning as he began to thrust his paw in and out.  It was easier than the first time — her virgin snatch conformed to the girth of Connor’s digit more readily, leaving Mills to simply ride the current of pleasure as the feeling of fullness increased.

“You’re a deep little thing, hm?”

Mills looked down and saw Connor had nearly hilted his paw in her cunny, a realization that sparked an instinct deep in her brain.  With a moan she began grinding against his paw, slowly at first, then with more urgency.  Connor made no effort to stop her, but simply matched her rhythm with the thrusts of his paw.

“Hah, ah, please,” she begged, “Connor…d-deeper.  More…i-inside.  Please put more inside!”

She felt a second digit join the first; already soaked by the dragon’s grinding, it quickly joined the first in sloppy wet thrusts.

“Mills, are you close?”

“Mhm…so close.  I-If you give…just a little m-more, I’ll…I’ll…”

“Your wish is my command,” Connor curled his digits, slowly stroking Millie’s inner walls.  With a squeal and a moan, Mills climaxed in Connor’s lap.  She clung to his arm like a limpet, desperately trying to close her legs around the wolf’s paw, only to find Connor bracing her legs apart.  She kept crying out with every spasm, unable to control the ecstasy she felt under Connor’s experienced ministrations.  As her orgasm began to subside, she reached up to caress her lover’s cheek.

“C-Connor, thank you…I—“ Connor’s lips cut off the cub’s platitudes, and the pair kissed passionately in Millie’s afterglow.

“Mmm, you’re welcome, sweetness,” the wolf eased his paw out of Millie’s snatch, leading to a final post-orgasmic shudder, and began rubbing the insides of Millie’s thighs with both paws.  In addition to being sensual, this had the added effect of continuing to prevent the young dragon from closing her legs as she recovered.  Mills had gotten used to the position by this point, and rather enjoyed the sensation of cumming in full view of the room, legs spread eagle and helpless in their attempt to hide or lessen the sensations coursing through her loins.

It took a fair amount of time before Mills became fully aware of her surroundings again.  The first sensation she noticed was how wet the couch felt underneath her, before remembering she was seated on Connor’s lap, not the furniture directly.  Looking down, she noticed a damp patch the size of a cereal bowl directly under her butt, along with the glistening dampness of her scales where Connor had been massaging her inner thighs.  She couldn’t tell if her uniform had also fallen victim to her last orgasm, but at the moment that seemed less important than the fact she had soiled someone else’s pants at least as bad, if not worse.

“Oh no, Connor!” She cried, trying to reach for the coffee table and the stack of napkins leftover from dinner, “I ruined your clothes!  I’m so sorry…it just felt so good, and I couldn’t control myself, and then you did that thing with your fingers, and—.” she paused, noticing Connor had both his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, making it impossible to reach her goal.  “Connor, let me up so I can help clean up this m—haaaaaaaa,” Mills trailed off as she felt Connor nuzzling and kissing her neck again.

“I will do no such thing,” he muttered between kisses.

“B-But…I don’t want your clothes ruined…”

“They won’t be, and I imagine what you want to do next will require them to come off anyway.”

Mills blushed and felt her pussy twitch.

“But I…I already came!  You don’t need to make me feel good again without you feeling good first.”

“Mills,” Connor chuckled, “I’ve been at least half-mast since we first kissed…if you think you haven’t been making me feel good this whole time, then you aren’t as smart as I thought you were.”

“But you…you didn’t cum yet, did you?”

“Aw, are you saying you want to help me get off, or did you want us to share a climax?”

“Um…” Mills paused, realizing that was exactly what she had implied without meaning to.  “Both, I guess?”

“Well, the night is still young, Mini Mills,” Connor said, showing her the time on his phone: 8:37 pm.  “So what do you want to do next?”

Mills blushed.  “Can we…get nakey and…cuddle?  I want you to hold me and just feel your fur on my scales.”

“Hm…only if we can move the party to your bedroom,” Connor winked.

“S-Sure!”  The dragon girl hopped out of her lover’s lap and, after collecting Connor’s bag, led him down the hallway to her room.

“Sorry it’s kinda small…little room for a little me.”

“It’s ok.  At least you have a full size bed.  Two people trying to have fun on a twin mattress is…crowded.”

“I’ll bet, especially grownups,” Mills giggled, then pursed her lips as she inspected her bed more intently.  “Um, Connor,” she finally said, “could you help me move my stuffies?  I…”

“Don’t want them to get dirty?”

“Oh, that too…I kinda don’t want them to watch.”

Connor chuckled.  “Just tell me where you want them to go.”

“There’s an empty shelf in the closet.”

After a handful of minutes moving Millie’s stuffed animal collection, the pair stood across from each other.

“So,” Connor said, “would you like some help?”

“Actually, I was wondering if I could help you, and then I can show you how much I’ve been practicing since last time.”

“Practicing, huh?  Alright, unwrap your belated birthday present, Mills.”

Millie stepped up to her lover, blushing.  As Connor began to unbutton his shirt, Mills grabbed his belt and drew the strap through the loops.  She felt him suck in his gut slightly as she unfastened the buckle, then began undoing the pants themselves.  Letting them fall to the ground, Mills was shocked to see how prominent Connor’s tent was – not that she was unfamiliar either with said bulge or the cock beneath, but just being so close to it for real was a little intimidating.  Another sound of fabric hitting the floor, and Mills looked up at Connor, fully bare-chested, staring down with a kind yet lusty grin.

“You gonna get that,” he teased, “ or should I?”

“Sorry!”  Millie grabbed the boxers and tugged them down as Connor looked on.  She willed herself not to look up until Connor had stepped out, then she stood and surveyed her wolf’s bone.  It was longer than the length of her paw, though that wasn’t saying much.  The skin covering it was a dark gray, almost black.

“What do you think?”  Connor asked.

“I…I…” without really thinking, she brought her mouth up and kissed the tip.  She quickly withdrew, her lips making a wet, smacking sound.  “Sorry!  I read somewhere that boys like it when you suck on it, but I didn't ask and I kinda just did it without thinking…”

“Mills, you’re ok.  Your mouth felt amazing.  If you want to do more, you can, but if not we can move on to something else.”

The young dragon paused, considering her options.  Then she leaned forward and closed her mouth over his tip again.  Sucking it like a popsicle, she pumped her head forward and back.  He tasted musty, but not unpleasant.  To her surprise, she felt Connor’s cock get longer and twitch.  A wad of something sticky oozed onto her tongue.

“H-hey,” Connor panted, “why don't you s-stop and get undressed?  Otherwise I’ll finish before you.”

Mills looked up and nodded, pulling away slowly and sensuously.  “Ok, take a seat and enjoy the show!”

Connor sat down on the bed, eyes on Millie as she rotated in place, showing herself off.  As she turned, she inched her blouse out of her skirt until it was untucked, then let it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor.

“Thanks for helping with that before,” she said with a wink, then unfastened her skirt, letting it join her blouse on the floor.  Now fully nude she joined Connor, sitting next to him on the bed.

“So I think I realized what you have in mind.”

“You liked that scenario on your birthday, right?”

“Mhm!  Just…can I lead this time?”

“Mills, I would be honored to follow your lead.”

“Connor, stoooooop, you’re making me blushy…again.  For the gazillionth time.”

“Alright.  What do you wish of me, Lady Millie?”

“First, don’t call me Lady Millie again or I’ll bite you.”

“As you wish.”

“Ok, go ahead and lie down on my bed.”

“As you wish.”

“Is your name Wesley?”

“No.”

“Then stoppit!”

Connor smirked and lay down, striking a “draw me like one of your French girls” poses.

“Connor, why?” Millie whined, unimpressed, “I wanna be fun and sexy, but you’re just making it silly…”

Connor’s ears flattened.  “Would you believe me if I said I was nervous?”

Millie blinked.  That was the one response she hadn’t expected.

“Aw, Connor,” she sat down next to him, “you’ve been nothing but nice to me all night.  I’m the one with butterflies…why you too?”

“It’s…the last step, right?  Once we fuck…really fuck, it’s all downhill from there, ya know?  And I’ve been with girls before…this is your first time.  I want this to be memorable for you.  It’s even ok if things aren’t amazing for me…if I can make you feel special, it’s ok if I don’t—.”

“Nuh-uh,” Mills pressed a finger over Connor’s lips, “don’t finish that thought.  Mom taught me love is a treasure.  It’s not fair for you to only give and me to only take.  If you don’t wanna do this, then that’s ok.  But I’ll feel bad if I never get to make you feel special just like you do me.”

For the first time since they met, it was Connor whose eyes were cloudy.  “How are you only 13?  Mills, you are precious and I am honored that you want to be with me.  I really want to be with you too.  I’m sorry for not taking you seriously a minute ago.  What would you like us to do next?”

“I want us to lie down and spoon together.  Hold me like you said on my birthday.”

“Then stop giving the adult life lessons and c’mere!”

Mills squealed and giggled as Connor grabbed her around the waist, dragging her into his chest where she snuggled into his arms, pressing her back into his fur.

“Connor?” She said, stroking his forearm, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mills,” he replied, planting a kiss on her neck.

“I can tell, I can feel it.”

“My heart is beating pretty fast…”

“Your cock, doofus,” Mills giggles, rubbing her butt against Connor’s crotch.

“That too,” Connor chuckled.  “Hey, before we keep going, can you grab something out of the front pocket of my bag?”

Mills nodded, scrambling to the edge of the bed and reaching over.  Unzipping the pocket in question, she withdrew two connected square packets with donut-shaped objects inside.

“Yup, you got ‘em.”  Connor reached for the mysterious packets, which Mills passed to him.

“What are they?”

“Condoms.”  He noticed Mills still looking confused.  “So you remember me cumming on our video call?  If I do that inside you, it’s possible you could get pregnant.”

“O-oh, right,”  Mills was suddenly feeling extremely nervous.  “Then maybe we shouldn’t—”

“A condom,” Connor continued, “is a rubber glove for my cock.  It keeps your insides clean and safe from my cum.”

“Oh…ok!”  Mills scrambled forward, “can I put it on?”

“Sure,” Connor smiled, “but first we were gonna spoon…I’ll keep me out of you until then.”

Mills nodded and the pair of them resumed their cuddling.  She couldn’t stop thinking of Connor’s cock, especially when it was wedged between her ass cheeks.  It was so warm, she couldn’t help but slowly grind herself against it.  She was almost as excited to learn about this new accessory to their sexy times as well.  Fortunately Connor didn’t wait too long before moving to the next stage of their play.

“Ready for a leg warmer?”  Conner muttered in her ear.

“Mhm!”  Mills spread her legs apart slightly as she felt Connor angle his cock and slide it through the gap.  She exhaled shakily as she closed her legs again, feeling the hot shaft wedged between her slit and her thighs.  “It’s so hot…” she moaned, slowly grinding back and forth.

“So are you,” Connor sighed, adding his gentle thrusts to their movements.  “Mmm, yeah, just like that, sweetness.”

As the pair continued their grinding, Connor kept his paws busy by teasing Millie’s nipples and massaging her mound above her clit.  In turn, Mills would play with his cock, stroking the tip and top of the shaft with her paws.  Slowly she felt it become slick with pre and her own continued arousal.

“Ok, Mills,” Connor panted, “let’s get things ready for your big moment.”  He passed her one of the square wrappers.  He instructed her in opening the condom, then placing it on the tip of his cock and unrolling it.

Mills couldn’t help but giggle a little as she finished.  “It looks like your cock is wrapped in a water balloon!”

“Hah, I guess it does.  But it’s better than all my cum sticking around inside.”

“I know it could give me a baby,” she sighed, “but I kinda want your cummy in my tummy.”

“That’s very sexy and cute of you,” Connor groaned, “but I don’t think the risk is worth it.  You trust me, right?”

“Mhm,” Mills nodded, “and I wanna feel good and be safe.  And I think this will feel good inside me all by itself.”

“Well then, let’s not keep you waiting.”  Connor rolled his hips back, lining himself up with Millie’s opening.  “I’ll start slow and work my way in, just like earlier.”

Mills only nodded, trying her best to focus on staying relaxed.  Feeling his tip prod her virgin cunny, she could tell it would be at least as thick as the fingers Connor had managed to get inside her.  His cock was also longer, and also there was the knot to consider.  Fortunately these thoughts kept her sufficiently distracted for Connor to make his initial thrust.  Mills gasped as she was spread and filled in one motion; Connor’s initial preparations meant she easily took half his cock in one motion.  As he withdrew Millie’s gasp became a sigh and finally an almost slutty moan as Connor thrust again, pushing a little deeper.

Mills couldn’t believe how deep he was getting as his thrusts continued.  Every movement brought more spreading, more fullness, more stimulation of her innermost depths.  A naive part of her even wondered if perhaps her canal was actually endless.  Which was about the time that Connor bottomed out inside her.  Mills squealed from the sudden stimulation of her cervix, making a sound somewhere in between pleasure and pain.  She felt Connor pause and hold her still.

“Are you ok, Mini Mills?”

“Uuuuuh…uh-huh,” she groaned, “j-just surprised me is all.  Keep g-going…it still feels nice.”

“Ok.”  She felt Connor pull back slightly, then press in again.  This time Millie’s tongue lolled out in a moan dripping with sexual satisfaction.  And she felt Connor’s cock jump and swell in response.

“A-are you cumming?”

Connor shook his head.  “I’m getting there, but I wanna know…do you want to try and take my knot?”  He pressed himself against her, allowing the bulge to stretch Millie’s entrance ever so slightly.

“Gaaaaaah…I dunno if it’ll f-fit,” she moaned, “but w-we can try.”

“Gonna have to relax really good, ok?”

“Ok…can you lick and pet me like before?  It helped…felt really good…”

“Sure thing, kiddo.”  Connor wrapped his right arm around Millie’s waist, but with his left paw he began to stroke and caress the young dragon’s jaw, cheeks, and head.  Interspersed between these pets were copious amounts of licks and kisses to her neck and shoulders.  Millie sighed, letting her hips drift back reflexively in time with Connor’s thrusts.  Every time it felt like things went a little deeper and were spread a little wider.  She was definitely nearing her limit, but progress was so slow that she always felt like she could take just that little bit more.

“You’re so deep,” Connor moaned, “yet you’re so tight.  It’s like you were made for this.”

“Aaaah, Hah!”  Millie gasped, “you fill me up so much…I almost…Connor, I almost want your puppies in m—ulp!”  She suddenly felt fingers thrust into her mouth as Connor pressed his cock harder than he had before.  Mills moaned and suckled the finger on reflex, feeling her cunny stretched until she thought she might break.  And then she felt a sensation she could only describe as a pop, and her pussy was clamping around the base of Connor’s knot.

The couples’ climaxes were nearly simultaneous.  Connor’s paw clasped the front of Millie’s groin, pressing himself deeper as he thrust spasmodically, his wolf cock desperately trying to paint his young lover’s innards with virile seed.  Meanwhile Millie’s orgasm-addled brain couldn’t decide whether to moan or suckle on the finger lodged in her mouth, and so ended up trying to do both at once as muscles rippled around the shaft lodged inside her.  Wetness coated both of their crotches as they pressed against each other, as if each spasm could cause them to meld into a single, chimerical creature.

The bliss and the convulsions eventually gave way to silence, weariness, and a dull warmth.  Millie had been reduced to sucking Connor’s finger as if she were sucking her own thumb as a young cub, strangely comforted by the intruding digit.  Not that she felt in need of comforting, except that she had once again surpassed any euphoria caused by her previous climaxes, and perhaps that was more overwhelming than she had originally anticipated.  Fortunately she also had Connor’s comforting tongue licking her face and neck slowly and gently.

This is so nice, she thought as she felt him add pets to his aftercare.  I could stay here forever….just me and my wolfie.