Happy family

The bed sheets rustled as Rhea tried to sneak into bed. Considering her size, it was no easy task. She stood an easy seven feet tall not counting her horns, and with the addition of the tail and the wings, she took more space than was available in a regular bedroom. Of course this one was hers, and it was built with her growing measurements in mind. The bed creaked.
“I’ve been lonely” she whispered. Willis grinned, his hands resting behind his head. He was in for a treat tonight.
A swing from one wing put out the candles on one side of the bed, the swing of the other wing did the same to the other, and then all Willis could see were Rhea’s eyes. They were green, but in the dark they had a yellow glow. Their glow was faint, but after a while his eyes would adjust and he could see her face. Unless of course he stared into her eyes and was blinded to the dark. That’s how Rhea would have preferred it; she had a thing about letting him see her face when they made love. Married for all these years and she was still bashful about that.
Willis lifted his feet up and wrapped his legs around the Dragon’s midriff.
“H-hey!” she protested, her dominion over the situation shaken.
“I’ve been waiting long enough too” he said, pulling her down. He had no strength with which to make a mountain of muscle like her move, but she offered no resistance, lowering her body down to his, her breasts pressed against his chest, her slightly lemon-flavoured breath on his face, her hair tickling him, her wings closing around them into a cocoon.
They kissed, tongues entwined, Rhea’s acidic saliva flowing into Willis’ mouth, the familiar burn setting in. He’d seen the acid melt flesh and bone, even metal. How she controlled it was still a mystery to him, but the important thing was how much he enjoyed this feeling. It had given him an affinity for spicy foods as well, especially when she was away.
A claw rummaged for his hand, and their fingers intertwined. The fingers in her hand must have been more than twice the size of his. He’d seen them rend and tear through men and horse alike. He could hear the swishing of her tail, a likewise lethal limb. She was enjoying herself as well.
Their lips parted before the acid became too strong and Willis gasped for breath while Rhea shook her hips, looking for his member without bothering to look or to guide it in her. He slipped in with no resistance, entering her warmth. Willis moaned. She was tighter than he remembered.
He had no time to recover though, her lips were again on his, her hips thrust slowly but firmly, and soon he was caught up in her pace.
Willis took his free arm to her side and caressed her, intending to give her a little spanking. Rhea was onto him however, and caught him by the wrist, guiding his hand to her breasts instead. He shrugged off this minor defeat and decided to pinch her nipple instead, which got the Dragoness to pull her head back and allowed him to catch his breath a little. Their hips didn’t even slow down throughout this.
“I think you’ve gotten soft” Willis said, running his fingers towards her armpit. She brought her arm down to her side to prevent this attack, so he switched directions and went for the base of her wing instead.
“H-hhh!” she exhaled, as weak to tickles as ever. Rhea pinned his free arm down as well and clenched down on his cock.
Willis bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping his lips, grinning smugly again. He knew she saw perfectly in the dark.
“It’s just… been a long campaign” she explained, and thought it was too dark for him to tell, Willis knew she was blushing.

They were interrupted when the door into the bedroom was slung open and an enthusiastic voice shouted at them.
“MOM! DAD! Miss Squeakers won’t eat her cheese!”

A disappointed groan escaped both their lips, and very reluctantly Rhea lifted herself off of her husband, relighting the candles in the bedroom with a quick breath, while Willis backed up into a seated position, holding up the covers so her wife could fit in under them.
In the gloom of the candles they were greeted by the sight of a very upset Olivia, holding a very frightened Maus by hand. The Maus was wearing an elaborate pink dress with lots of lace on, the very image of a princess.
“What’s that dear?” Willis asked, leaning on Rhea and smiling despite his irritation. You just couldn’t be mad at the little tyke.
“She won’t eat her cheese!” Olivia repeated her accusation, pointing a sharp-clawed finger at the quivering Maus.
“She doesn’t? Well what a naughty little rat she is!” Willis said, his voice mockingly serious. This registered in Olivia’s child’s ears as sincerity, and he’d hoped the adult Maus would realize the situation was far from serious. Alas, she was too scared to understand the subtleties of his words.
“Please sir, madam, I, I just, it’s horrible!” she blabbered.
“What’s horrible?” Willis asked, Rhea’s claws ruffling his hair. The Dragoness said not a word, content to observe the developments as they unfolded.
“Cheese! I can’t stand it!” Miss Squeakers cried, fearing for her life.
“But you’re a cute little mouse, you should love cheese” Willis explained.
“That’s what I said! Hear that Miss Squeakers, Daddy said you’re supposed to eat cheese!” Olivia berated her playmate.
“Please! It’s horrible!” the Maus pleaded.
“Olivia” Willis said.
“Yeah?”
“If she doesn’t like cheese, don’t make her eat it” he taught her.
“But she’s a mouse! Mouses eat cheese!”
“It’s ‘mice’ eat cheese, dear. And besides, this one is a princess. Who’s ever heard of a princess eating cheese? Princesses eat, uhh, honey, whatever DO princesses eat?” he turned to Rhea, who rolled her eyes and furrowed her brow, rubbing her chin to signify a deep thought process.
“I suppose they eat cake?” she hazarded a guess.
“Well there you have it, she should eat cake. You do like cake, don’t you Miss Squeakers?” Willis asked.
“I, I do…”
“Then go raid the kitchen you two, shoo, shoo!” Willis said, and thus Olivia pulled her new Maus out of the room, banging shut the door behind her. They would eat all the cake they could find.
“It’s good to be back home” Rhea said, planting a kiss on his forehead. She’d saved an extra potent batch of saliva for this, leaving the shape of her lips tingling on his skin.
“Good to have you back” Willis whispered, giving her breast a lick and preparing to bite. Before he had the opportunity, Rhea tossed him up by his waist and dropped him down between her legs, putting out the candles in the process.
“Let’s make another baby” she said.
"As you wish"