Kitchen Kerfuffle [Futanari]

>Whump
>Even muffled by the carpet she shook the whole house.
>Whump
>Windows rattled in their frames.
>Whump
>The water in your glass rippled
>Whump
>Then the whole glass shook.
>WHUMP
>Big, meaty footfalls slapped against the hard wooden flooring.
>The loud, rhythmic pattern came to a stop at the entrance to the kitchen.
>You almost turned your head to see why, but you didn’t want to burn the eggs.
>That, and you were a good sport. Didn’t want to ruin her fun.
>Her once heavy tread changed to a quiet skulk towards you.
>At least as quiet as a ten foot tall dragoness could manage.
>Quite a far cry from the small, timid drake you first met years ago.
>Something warm, wet, and slimy was pressed against your neck.
>”Guess who?” She asked in a singsong tone.
“Hmm…” You uttered, flipping over the last egg.
>It wasn’t a kiss. You knew her lips well and didn’t smell her wonderful cinnamon breath.
>Was she lactating again?
>No, the goop on your neck was far too viscous to be dragon milk.
>Only one candidate left.
“I’ll guess it’s someone real excited.”
>You turned around.
>Your wife utterly dominated your view.
>And just to drive the point home she reached her toned arms out and slammed them into the wall on either side of you, cornering you with no escape.
>There was so much to take in your eyes couldn’t process it all.
>The sapphire of your mate’s eyes twinkled beautifully in contrast to the crimson shine of her scales.
>The golden mane just behind the crest of her head was messy from the prior night’s rest.
>She splayed her wings out behind her; partly as a defensive, dominant gesture and on some subconscious level to showcase her beauty.
>Her ample breasts hung downwards, swinging side to side in the eternal duel for space on her chest.
>And most noticeably her prize-winning, drooling cock jutting straight towards your face.
>”Good guess, love.”
>Her member gave a mighty throb, sending ample pre along the underside of her shaft.
>”And I think she wants a kiss.” The dragon said with a happy chuckle.
>And you obliged.
>On tippy toes you just barely brought your mouth to her muzzle and planted a quick kiss.
>A long serpentine tongue snaked out the side of her mouth and wet her lips.
>The dragoness grumbled in amusement and tightened the cordon surrounding you.
>”You know what I meant you clever little dork.”
“Gotta watch the eggs.” You gestured, jabbing a thumb towards the sizzling frying pan.
>”Not anymore.” The Amazonian declared, hoisting the frying pan and its half dozen eggs to her muzzle.
>With a slight tilt of the pan the buttery eggs slid right into her maw.
>Swallowing piping hot food is hardly an issue when you can breathe fire.
>”Mmm… Perfect as always.”
“Did you even taste them?” You reprimanded.
>”C’mon, sweetie, I always do you afterwards.” She begged, clearly avoiding the question.
>Taking care of her morning wood became daily ritual years ago, but her annual heat had her thinking with her dick far more than usual.
>You gave up on any further conversation.
>If you didn’t help her out now she’d REALLY get assertive.
>With her penis already at face level you dove right in.
>You needed two hands to wrap around her wild beast and keep it steady during your massage.
>After a few moments of stimulation the dusky red head opened wide and forcefully squirted a volley of pre.
>As you lapped up the emission you pushed her cock against her chest, using it as leverage as your hands pumped up and down the hermaphrodite’s thick shaft.
>Your wife made her pleasure abundantly clear.
>Her long tail swung side to side behind her, generating a musky gust that wafted through the kitchen and kept a breeze at your ankles.
>Language seemed to escape her. On more than one occasion her pleasured cries changed pitch to something more resembling her fearsome roar.
>Her muscled arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, only relenting once she realized you couldn’t continue pleasuring her in her unrelenting grip.
>Her usual endurance was nowhere to be found this morning.
>Faster breathing.
>Increased heartrate.
>More humping.
>”Loveyouloveyouloveyou!”
>Yeah, she was close.
>The dragoness hoisted you up with one wide hand under your butt and the other against your back.
>Your lips slipped off the head of her cock with a pop as you rose a few feet in the air to come face to face with your wife standing at her full height.
>”So close!” She exclaimed before slamming her lips to yours and shooting her tongue into your mouth.
>You fought back with your own tongue as best you could, but you had no hope of overpowering her strength.
>You brought your dangling feet to the base of her diamond-hard cock, blindly rubbing and kneading it and her balls as best you could.
>One long stroke was all it took to set her off.
>Her penis, nestled in the crook of her breasts and pressed against your chest, flared and bulged as a shot rocketed upwards and crashed into your kissing faces.
>You didn’t dream of breaking the kiss; partly because of the mood, and also because you didn’t want her to stain the ceiling yet again.
>More cum than you could produce in months blanketed the two of you.
>It stained her cherry red scales and dripped long, warm trails down your caked body.
>It wouldn’t surprise you if she marked you like this only so the both of you could have even more fun in the inevitable shower.
“Have you ever considered…” You paused to calm down and take in a deep breath. “Using a garbage bag as a condom?”
>Her azure eyes rolled.
>But her endorphin high kept her more than happy.
>”Don’t ruin the mood.” She ordered, lapping at the ejaculate around your neck and chin.
“I get cranky on an empty stomach.” You answered, mimicking her by twirling your index finger in a pool of cum and bringing it to your mouth.
>”Oh… Did I-?”
“Most of it was for you, to be fair.”
>She adjusted herself and did her best to set you down outside the puddle of cum pooling at her clawed feet.
“There’s still ham and potatoes.” You said while pulling ingredients from the refrigerator. “We’ll make it work.”
>”No.” Your wife stated, placing her sticky body between you and the stove. “I’ll work, you relax.”
>You didn’t even have the chance to argue before a cool, cum-slicked hand wrapped around your genitals.
>”Wanna bet I can get you off while cooking one-handed?”