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A Dragon’s Dilemna (Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon) [Lucoa/Shouta.]

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Magatsuchi Shouta fretted as he stood before his home. Three months have passed since he’d last seen his home, having gone through his first year of college classes. Now, you might ask, why would an undergraduate have any fear of returning home for a break, especially after his first year? Did the boy leave behind his home with ill relations with his parents? Was he riddled with debt? Were his grades horrific?

Fortunately, none of those problems plagued him, unfortunately, he’d much rather have all three of those problems than the one he was about to face.

Still, as a grown man, he knew he couldn’t run away. That path led to unsatisfying conclusions, decidedly terrible situations, and being hunted down by his problem with extreme prejudice. Indeed, he knew that running would only make his situation worse. However, at the moment, with his hand hovering over the doorknob to his own home, the prospect of running away was infinitely more appealing than entering his own home.  

But, alas, because of his pride as a man, he couldn’t stand the thought of not returning home, so he disregarded his instincts, and entered his home. 

Immediately, after the simple action of opening the door and taking one step forward, he found himself suffocating.

Now, under normal circumstances, one might imagine something terrible has happened. After all, Shouta has simply entered his home and began to suffocate? What has occurred? Has gas leaked? Has a stranger brought a rope around his neck the moment he entered? Did he happen to have a stroke and forget to breathe? All such conclusions are normal, as they are the most likely to happen, but that was not the case for Shouta. 

No, Shouta’s sudden suffocation is due to two things.

Breasts and genetics. 

Now, one might think that genetics and breasts could be linked together, thus making Shouta’s suddun suffocation only be due to a single problem. However, that is not the case. It is his genetics that are at question, not the one who holds the mammaries currently suffocating him. 

You see, just because of his age and attendance of College, Shouta is petite at first sight, with every connotation of that word at play. Doubtlessly, he looks like a boy at first glance, and not an undergraduate in his first year. Soft in features, slight of body, and small in stature, Shouta happens to live up to his namesake, and is thus prey to the other half of the combination which involves shotas.

Being, of course, the individual to whom the breasts suffocating him were attached to.

“Shouta-kun, you’re back! I missed you!” Shouta, after years of habituation, was able to resist pulling away. No, such an action would only cause arms to bury him past the valleys and into solid chest. He allowed himself to be taken in, resisted his primal urge to run, and simply allowed himself to be engulfed. Soon enough, he found himself lodged between two breasts, encapsulated in darkness, with the ability to breathe just so, because of his instinctive impulse. “Oooh, you’re still as cute as ever! I’m so glad you’re back, Shouta-kun!”

One wrong move would mean suffocation and unconsciousness.

However, the right moves also carried their own cost.

Already, Shouta can feel a hand beneath his shirt, caressing him. 

“Oh, I’ve missed you, Shouta-kun.” Once upon a time, Lucoa’s voice could’ve have been considered sisterly or motherly. Once upon a time. That was not the case now or since he’d entered High School. Indeed, while he’d been convinced as a child that she was indeed a dragon, he still believed that she was a succubus. Or, at the very least, a nymphomaniac. One that he couldn’t resist, or run away from, lest he provoke divine anger. Yes, indeed, he knew he should’ve ran. “It’s so cold sleeping without you, and I feel so empty too~.”

It took an immense amount of willpower, more than most men would be capable of mustering, for Shouta to pull himself away. He had to be very considerate of his actions. He couldn’t simply push away, since hurting or discomforting Lucoa was out of the question, but neither could he allow her to control the pace. That effort, combined with resisting the blatant touches she inflicted upon him, made for a challenge most men would’ve been incapable of surmounting. 

However, Shouta had experience in the matter, and managed to disengage whereas other men would be pinned to the floor and having their hips straining to hold firm.

“L-Lucoa! S-stop it! I’m tired!” Shouta barely manages to get the words out as Lucoa approaches to take him back into his embrace. He finds his back against the closed door, barely managing to stop his hand from reaching from the doorknob. No, there was no escape now, only mitigation. If he ran, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to leave his room for his whole stay. All he could do was appeal to Lucoa’s sensibilities, the ones that cared for his health, and not for her own desires. “L-let me clean up and w-we can have lunch together!”

“Ara? Oh, I’m sorry, Shouta-kun. I didn’t think about that.” Shouta didn’t believe Lucoa’s words in the slightest. No, he was sure that she knew he’d be tired, but sought to take advantage of his inability to resist. Dragons capitalized on weakness, and from the way her heterochromatic, slit eyes glinted, he knew she had several plans to capitalize on his current state. Even if he defeated her here, she had other tricks up her sleeve. Well, she didn’t wear sleeves, nor much of anything, but that was how the saying went. “I’d prepared lunch for the two of us too! I really wanted to offer you a bath, lunch, or me, like a good house-wife, you know? But, I forgot since I saw you for the first time in weeks, darling!”

The prospect of being served lunch by Lucoa was a surprise to Shouta. From all his experiences with the Dragon, it’d never crossed his mind that she’d do such a thing. Perhaps, he thought, she’d missed him to the point where she wanted to show him her appreciation? While the thought would’ve normally beggared belief from the young mind, he suffered from multiple ailments. He was tired from a long trip, suffered from panic, and had nearly just asphyxiated. 

Shouta was to be forgiven for his lack of foresight regarding the lunch. 

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“Mmmm, Shouta-kun, you’ve grown so manly~.” Shouta had no one but himself to blame for his current predicament. Once more, he would be invoking magic for the sake of hedonism beneath his parent’s own house, because he was incapable of resisting. Things had been so much simpler when he’d been a child, and was able to refuse! “I missed you a whole lot, hmmm…”

Shouta would’ve provided an answer, if not for the fact that he was trying to withstand a Dragon’s fervent attempts to milk him dry on his own bed. 

“Oooh, my medicine’s working well. Little Shouta’s stiffer than ever.” He’d been bamboozled and befuddled, His lunch had been laced with that damned aphrodisiac Lucoa loved to slip into him whenever she was able! He’d gone beyond a mere sip, or a some liquid through a kiss, and actually consumed a plateful of food she’d laced with the stuff! He could barely think or move. All he could do was focus on breathing, and get more of the warmth and pleasure surrounding his cock. “Not that Shouta’s Shouta has ever been anything besides perfectly stiff.”

He was sure that some magic was at play for his current stature. A young man of 18 shouldn’t look like a child and have a cock capable of standing proudly beneath Lucoa’s breasts. His member was literally larger than his head, and would undoubtebly cause immense discomfort to any normal human, so he was sure that Lucoa’s been rearing him through magic and potions ever since they’d met. As a former goddess of fertility, he was sure that she was more than capable of such a thing!

“Ara, ara, what a fearsome instinct my Shouta-kun has. I can hear his balls churning with seed already.” Shouta did his best to not listen to Lucoa’s words. They were an enticing song to lure him further into lust. If he didn’t control himself, he was sure he’d lose completely and utterly. He had to force himself to lay still, let things be done to him, and find a way to fire back at a later date. No, not even the extreme amount of aphrodisiac coursing within him would break him. Not even Lucoa’s prehensile, warm, stick tongue extended out of her mouth, dripping steaming drool as it came, while she encased his member in her breasts, and churned his semen within his testes with her hands. He would not falter. “I can’t wait for my favorite meal~.”

But, he couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t be capable of resisting once she him in her mouth.

The head of Shouta’s cock filled the whole of Lucoa’s mouth with ease. The next quarter of his cock was wrapped in the coils of a lengthened tongue that reminded him more of a snake than an appendage. The rest of his cock was buried between two impossibly large, dense masses wrapped by skin slickened by saliva. Three different sensations ravaged Shouta’s cock, while the an aphrodisiac wracked his body, and he knew he’d lost. 

Had he taken only the regular amount of aphrodisiac, he’d be left panting and exhausted after Lucoa had her way with him, but a sudden surge of heat through the whole of his body had him do otherwise. Perhaps it was due to the haze of lust and pleasure finally breaking with the aid of the magic laced into his body, but the urge to simply lie back and have a Dragon have her way with him was gone, and he didn’t intend to simply be milked. 

So, Shouta found himself gripping Lucoa by the horns, taking a stand, and thrusting his turgid, saliva-slicked length down her throat.

“Mmgrph!?” Shouta, for the first time, heard the moan of uncomfortable pleasure he’d normally make from Lucoa’s. The sound sparked more in his brain than the feeling of Lucoa’s lips against his hairless crotch, and the feeling of having his cock shoved through a coiled tongue, a mouth, and down a throat. The sound inspired something primal within him. 

Indeed, due to pressures that would’ve broken lesser men, Lucoa’s dominant nature arose for the first time.

And, he didn’t intend to let go of the sensation anytime soon.

Without any ado, with his grip on Lucoa’s horns, he thrusted into Lucoa’s throat while making his thoughts regarding her known.

“You. Are. Spoiled!” With each word, he thrust through the sticky, undulating mass of warm flesh that was Lucoa’s mouth, tongue, and throat. Though he was certainly pleasured by his actions, he knew he was getting harder from his words. They were simultaneously relieving and pleasurable to say. “I-I’m. Going. To. Discipline. You!”

Various scenarios rose to the forefront of Shouta’s mind. Ever since his puberty, he’d been on the back foot. Lucoa took every opportunity to manipulate situations so she could “pay him through her body.” It was ridiculous! He was barely able to focus on anything in her presence, due to him having to always have his guard up for any lust thrown his way! Now, it was his turn! She wasn’t going to have any say! He was going to do to her what she’d been doing to him, with interest!

He pulled back from Lucoa, after he’d lost count of the thrusts he’d made into into her mouth. Her face was drenched with drool and precum, as was his cock, but a veritable river had descended into the valleys of her breasts. A blush was on her face, and her eyes were hazy, and Shouta felt a surge of anger in him as he realized she’d enjoyed having her throat thoroughly fucked. 

“Y-you’re not going to enjoy what’s coming next! U-Unless you’re some sort of slut!” Anal, Shouta, wise beyond his years, decided, was the answer to this. Truly, he was a young man of decent upbringing and of goodly nature. Indeed, he believed, that was the correct answer. Well done, Mr. and Mrs. Magatshuchi, the two of you have raised a pure young man. “W-well, here I go!”

Perhaps, if the situation were not with Lucoa, an individual capable of getting off from having her throat fucked, there would have been a chance of Shouta’s thoughts being true. However, as the young man pressed the buxom beauty upon his bed and penetrated her, every sign of her being prepared for the eventuality was present. Instead of immense constriction and pressure, Shouta found himself sinking through her pucker with utter ease. Naturally, he thought this was merely natural, and that the woman’s sudden groaning, tearing of sheets, and writhing was a sign of pain, regardless of the sudden downpour from her sex as he sank inch after inch of his cock into her. 

“T-this is because you’ve been bad!” Shouta did his utmost best to demoralize and demean Lucoa, thrusting into her even as a part of him fretted and worried about hurting her. However, his thoughts were a tumultuous haze. Whereas he’d normally stop the moment he’d thought any form of pain was being inflicted, he was swept away by the situation and the potions coursing through his system. All he could think about was to pound away at the Dragon-turned-Woman he had bent onto his bed. “I-I’m not g-going to stop until I-I’ve emptied everything into y-you, m-meanie!”

True to his words, Shouta spent hours thrusting, releasing, and working at the insensate, bleary Dragon. He filled Lucoa to the brim, allowed her to drain, and went back at her again and again. When he was spent, with every ounce of magical potion having been exhausted, he fell-face first into his bed and fell asleep immediately. 

He completely missed the smile on Lucoa’s face as she stood up on shaking legs,  with a deluge of cum splattering onto the floor from her due to Shouta’s ministrations, and how she whispered to herself whilst holding her flushed cheeks in her hands. 

“Ufufu~ all my work’s finally done! Shouta-kun’s a proper man, now!” Lucoa examined her work. The final dosage. Years of careful cultivation and work had finally borne fruit. She had a perfectly cute, pure husband to call her own with the ability to fuck her senseless! Finally, she could spend the rest of her days lavishly being tended to, pampered, and satiated. She had a home, plenty of things to do, and a cute, young man to do things to her! It was perfect! “And here I’d thought all this hard work wouldn’t be worth it!”

Lucoa, with a gesture, vanished away all the waste generated from their coupling, before lying beside Shouta’s, pressing the young man into her bosom, where he instinctively took hold of her and suckled. 

Indeed, Lucoa thought, patience paid off, in the end.