A Lewd Wyvern Short (Wyvern)

A Wyvern plays FFV and gets hooked. Husband decides to take action.

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>Two weeks.....

>Its been two weeks since she started playing the six game of that damnable series.

>Two weeks of no sex as she did little more than munch on pizza (made with fresh holstaurus milk!) and play that game.

>You couldn't hold back any longer.

>She was laying belly down on the ground, face locked on the glowing screen of her laptop as she tapped away on the keyboard.

>The change in diet had certainly effected her, her breasts going up a cup and her soft posterior looking more grope-able by the day.

>You were already hard, it was time to get down to business.

>You tugged the panties that covered her modesty down to her knees, earning a distracted mumble as you went.

>She was already wet, her body almost screaming for penetration.

>Thats what you did, thrusting into her on your knees, gripping her wide hips like they were hand holds as you worked.

>She still looked at the game, although she was breathing heavily and her typing was slightly erratic now.

>You didn't care, you craved...no....NEEDED release.

>Her womanhood ran on autopilot, squeezing and milking your member.

>Finally your reached Nirvana, your member twitching as you released your load deep into her.

>She had felt it as well, screaming with her back arched while her member locked down on you.

>Panting you pulled out of her, zipping up you pants.

>"Husband!" she called, looking over her shoulder. "I just beat the third boss!....Why are my pants down?"

>You hate that game.

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>Another week without any action, your wife still wrapped up in her game.

>Only thing she really does anymore outside of raiding the pizza mut for dinner or sleeping.

>She is being more social today, sitting on your lap while she plays.

>She tried to explain what was going on too you but you stopped paying attention when she talked about mimes.

>Whatever your content to just let her talk.

>Her plush bottom certainly covers more of you than it used too.

>And its so soft....gently grinding against you with little movement she made.

>Crap, your erect again.

>Well...it worked that first time, why not try a second time.

>Gently, you pull down her panties again before unzipping your pants, rod at the ready.

>It slips in with easy, her body going to work as she focuses on her game.

>You give a small thrust, bouncing her lightly and sending her sizable mammaries bouncing. You thrust again, bouncing her again.

>"Stop moving husband!" she growls, grabbing her laptop. "I'm about to win."

>You snort and bounce her again, and again, and again.

>Her soft rear presses against you with each return and you're fondling her breasts, their soft flesh molding beneath your grip.

>She yelps every now and then as you thrust into her, their intensity and volume rising as you go.

>You soon reach your limit as her body expertly pleasures you, not even requiring her attention to get what it wants.

>"yes." she calls as her insides convulse "YES!"

>You thrust one final time and she clamps down on you, the pressure sending you over the edge as you empty yourself into her.

>"YES!!" she screams one final time, eyes rolling and toungue lolling out of her mouth as she slumps against you.

>"H-husband!" she pants excitedly, grinning at you "I beat him! I beat...."

>she blinks before looking down at where the two of you are still joined.

>"Ooooh! I see you've got the victory session prepared!" she coos as round two begins

>You pray there isn't a seven.