Zenora, The Dragon's Fury

I had felt my burning flesh being cooled, and the slightly torn skin, being healed. The tingling sensation, tickling my clit in a pleasurable way, making my fingers feel down my folds, to make sure I was healed again.

Wow, stars are sparkling in front of my eyes, when the cream I applied about only ten minutes ago, got me horny as hell!

Brock noticed my arousal and asked me if I was alright.

“Brock, I’m not going to endure to wait for an hour or more! You are taking me, right here, right now!” I yelled to him and grabbed him by the collar.

“What the hell love! Shit!”

I threw away the blankets and he jumped onto the bed between my legs. He looked one time, down at my pussy, to make sure I was indeed healed. His fingers touched my outer folds and he saw that I was glistening with my own wetness already.

Without restraint, I already moaned at the idea of him fucking me senseless. I arched my back on the bed, when he rubbed my clit, still trying to see if he could really have sex with me. Just barely an hour after our children were born, I was healed and horny again! This cream is amazing!

Brock took off his clothes, and I threw away my shirt as well.

“Wow, even your belly is back to its muscly form!” Brock said in amazement.

“I don’t care how I look like, just do it already!” I yelled to him, and he didn’t have to argue with me over that. He was hard in an instant and plummeted his cock into my wet pussy.

I screamed in pleasure, upon feeling his touch on my insides. His thirst for my sex was increasing his pace, not withholding a single piece of his strength, just thrashing into me like he hasn’t been able to fuck me in years! He ordered me to roll over, and within a second he pounded into me again, but now from behind. He held on my thighs to be able to thrust into me even further. If that was even possible at all!

His groin slamming against my ass, making a clapping sound, to show how hard he was crashing onto me. My thighs getting slightly bruised already, from his tight grip. But I didn’t care, I needed my release, badly!

I squeezed his cock with my insides, forcing some more friction, to feel him touch my g-spot over and over again. Brock reciprocated my tightness with going even faster than before.

He pulled my body up, my back against his chest. Grabbing my left breast in his hand, and his other hand rubbing my clit. I was about to come, and he knew it.

“Fuck love, I’m coming!”

“Ahhhh, me too! Keep going!” I yelled to him.

“Goddess sake! Shit!” He yelled and kept going in his fast pace, holding my stomach with both his hands, biting me in the crook of my neck.

And when he touched my clit again, rubbing it fiercely I came undone, feeling his cum paint the walls of my insides white. Panting, moaning, he dropped my body forward onto the bed, as he fell down next to me.

“I haven’t had a single minute of sleep, the last two days, and now this? Shit woman! You are going to kill me one day!” He said, while trying to get back to a normal breathing pattern.

“You want me to apply some more of that cream, love?” I asked him teasingly. He looked at me with wide eyes, not having the energy for himself to go for round two right now. I was just joking, but I stared at him intensely, not faltering my fake intend.

He got up and reached for the jar, passing it over to me, nodding for me to apply again. I gasped, was he really going to let me do that once more? My shocked expression made him laugh.

“Well, are you going to put action to that threat of yours?” Brock said to me, with a wide smirk on his face, casually laying naked next to me on the bed.

Our sons started to cry, already hungry for their next meal.

“Seems like you’re saved by our sons, love.” He got up from the bed, got dressed and went over to get the boys, giving me time to clean my bottom with a wet washing cloth, and get into the bed again.

He gave me Tyler first, to latch on to one of my breasts, and as soon as he found it, Kaden started to cry as well. Hmph… they wanted to be fed at the same time. I tried to scoot Tyler a bit to the side, so Kaden could lay his legs on top of his brother’s, also latching on, on the other breast.

Brock saw me struggle a bit with my arms, so he took some pillows and placed them under my elbows. He was so sweet and caring, and the way he looked at his sons, with so much pride and joy, was amazing to see.

“You weren’t going to let me apply that cream again, would you?” I asked him after a few minutes of silence.

“Well I wasn’t going to give in, into that joke of yours, if that’s what you mean.” He said with a smirk.

“You knew?” I asked shocked.

“Of course, what husband would I be, if I didn’t know your antics?” He said while laying on the bed next to me, on top of the covers.

“Wake me up, when they are done. I’ll just need a minute of sleep, love.” He said, and soon after, he started snoring, sound asleep.

After about twenty minutes, Cirilya gently opened the door, trying to see if we weren’t naked or in any inappropriate positions. I smiled gently and noted for her to step in further.

“I didn’t hear a sound, so I thought you were asleep. I only wanted to check up on you for a second.” She whispered to me. “Want me to put the babies in their cribs? So, you can get some sleep as well.”

“Thanks, and yes please.” I whispered back and she took the babies, one at a time and took them over to the nursery, into their beds.

“How was the cream Emily? Are you healed already?” She asked me, when she returned from the nursery.

“Your awful! You could have warned me about the consequences of using the cream!” I whisper yelled to her, and she smiled.

“Now, what’s the fun in that?” She answered, turned herself and walked out of the room.

Soon after, I fell asleep next to Brock. Only to be awoken every few hours, to feed my sons again. Already they are a handful, but I love them to pieces. I couldn’t believe that a person could love their children so unconditionally, so much, but I guess the sayings about it were true.