The Last Moon Dragon – 9/9

The scent of ice cream and sex still lingered in the air. Lyra curled up in a nest of pillows, her body still hot, muscles trembling from so much pleasure. Kaelthys, wings stretched wide, looked at the two women, not sure whether to marvel at his own miracle or wonder how two women could be so different and so utterly irresistible.

His member was already softening, but Lyra kept casting hungry glances his way. Her chest rose and fell, her skin marked by sweat and cum, and her fingers absentmindedly traced invisible patterns on his thigh. Zafira noticed everything, her feline gaze catching Lyra's impatience right away. She came over smiling, the vinyl of her outfit creaking with every step, her gloved hands gliding over the counter.

"Easy, Lyra. The night's not over for anyone with an appetite." Zafira winked, twirling her spoon in the air until it glowed like living silver. With a touch, she transformed it into a flexible toy, thick with ridges, a creation of magic and mischief.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered to Lyra, who answered with just a smile and a nod, eyes shining with desire and curiosity.

Zafira gently lifted Lyra and set her on the counter, legs spread, eyes locked on hers. She started by kissing Lyra's thigh, licking slowly, moving up without hurry, her fingers sliding into already-soaked panties. Lyra moaned, head falling back, lips parted in an open invitation.

The magical toy slid into Lyra, first slow, then deeper, filling every inch of her throbbing pussy. The spell made everything more sensitive, every ridge lighting up a new pleasure spot, every movement a sweet shock in Lyra's body. Zafira alternated sucking and licking Lyra's clit, working the toy with expert hands, changing rhythm, pressure, and depth.

Lyra rocked atop the counter, moaning shamelessly, gripping the edges, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead.

Kaelthys, sitting on the armchair, didn't know whether to focus on his own wings or on the most erotic scene of his life. His breath caught, his chest tightened with desire. His member began to stiffen again just watching the way Lyra surrendered, totally at the mercy of Zafira's spells and hands.

Zafira picked up the pace, Lyra's moans turning to almost screams, her body arching, eyes lost in the starlit ceiling of the shop. When the witch twisted the toy in just the right way, Lyra exploded, her juices spilling over Zafira's hand, her whole body shaking with pleasure, breath coming in ragged bursts.

Zafira licked her hand clean, smiling at Lyra and Kaelthys, then with a magical touch, cleaned everything up, leaving Lyra light, satisfied, almost floating.

Exhausted, Lyra slid off the counter and went to Kaelthys, curling up beside him on the wide sofa. The two lay there for a while, embraced, trading gentle kisses, breathing together. The heat of his body, the scent of magic, the feeling of being exactly where they wanted to be.

Zafira didn't take long to appear again, now with an air of mystery and ceremony.

"Time for the farewell ritual, my loves. Not every wish lasts forever, but every delicious memory is eternal." She smiled, winked, and with her magical spoon, gently touched Kaelthys's wings.

In an instant, the shine of the wings faded.Kaelthys looked over his shoulder, startled, spinning around, searching for what he'd just lost.

"What do you mean? No! My wings!"

Lyra tried to comfort him, but before she could touch him, Zafira let out a soft, promising laugh.

"Just imagine, big guy… Relax. Life is more fun with surprises."

With a flourish, Zafira pointed the spoon at Kaelthys. He felt his whole body tingle. In seconds, the wings sprouted again—this time, his whole ex-dragon body was washed in familiar warmth. Bones cracked, muscles expanded, scales covered his skin, and Kaelthys was once again the enormous silver dragon.

This time, Lyra didn't hesitate. She climbed onto his back with the ease of someone who already knew every curve of that giant body and settled between his shining scales, laughing like a mischievous child.

Kaelthys, still a bit dazed, looked at Zafira with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief."You're crazy, witch. I never want to lose this again."

Zafira just shrugged, her mischievous smile never fading."Go fly, big guy. Enjoy it while it lasts. And Lyra… if you ever get tired of dragons, you know where to find me."

The two shared a final glance of complicity with the witch, and Kaelthys opened his wings, feeling the wind fill the clearing.Lyra clung tight, shouted for joy, her body sated, soul full of new stories to tell.Kaelthys roared to the moon, at last unafraid of being a man, a dragon, or anything—so long as Lyra was with him.

Gelato del Peccato slowly faded away, disappearing into the magical mist of the clearing, leaving behind only silence, sweet perfume, and a promise of pleasure for whoever dared to wish.

High in the sky, Lyra felt that, from now on, anything was possible. She laughed, clung tighter to her dragon, and thought the real magic was never giving up on desire.

And Zafira Blu, in her magical ice cream shop, cleaned her shiny spoon with a smile, already waiting for the next customer.

The End.