Chapter 90: Mushu – Detachment, Transformation, and the Breeding of Mulan
The moon hung low over the imperial training grounds outside the Forbidden City — the same field where Mulan had once stood in armor, hair pinned, proving herself among men.
Now, years later, she was alone again — or so she thought.
Mulan sat cross-legged on the grass, armor discarded, wearing only a simple linen tunic and trousers.
Her hair was loose, cascading down her back like black silk.
Her tail — long, crimson-red with golden streaks — curled lazily around her ankle.
She had come here to meditate, to center herself after months of royal duties and the lingering fire of the heat wave that refused to fully leave her body.
But Mushu had other plans.
The tiny red dragon had been quiet for weeks — coiled inside the family temple pendant she still wore around her neck.
He had watched.
Waited.
Felt the same heat rising in his own ancient blood.
Tonight — he moved.
The pendant glowed — hot against her skin — and Mushu emerged in a puff of red smoke.
But he was no longer small.
The heat had rewritten him.
He grew — rapidly — scales shimmering molten red-gold, body lengthening until he stood nearly as tall as Mulan herself.
Horns curved back like a crown.
Wings unfurled — leathery, powerful.
And between his hind legs — a thick, ridged dragon cock slid free from its sheath: crimson, veined with gold, barbs spiraling along the shaft, flared head already dripping thick, steaming pre-cum that hissed when it hit the grass.
Mulan's breath caught.
"Mushu…?"
He grinned — fangs gleaming — voice deeper, richer, no longer the high-pitched wisecracker.
"Girl… you've been carrying me around like a lucky charm for years.
Now it's time I carry you."
Before she could react, his tail — long, prehensile — whipped out — coiling around her waist — lifting her off the ground.
Another coil wrapped her wrists — pulling her arms above her head.
A third slid between her thighs — tearing her trousers open — exposing her dripping pussy.
Mushu lowered her — still suspended — until her cunt hovered just above the head of his massive cock.
"Ready to be bred by your family guardian?" he rumbled.
Mulan — tail lashing, eyes glowing — nodded once.
"Do it."
He thrust upward — impaling her in one powerful stroke.
Mulan screamed — back arching — legs kicking as her tight pussy stretched around his ridged dragon cock.
The barbs dragged deliciously — locking inside her — while his hips snapped forward — fucking her mid-air — tail holding her helpless.
She came almost instantly — walls clamping — squirting across his scales in hot, golden pulses.
Mushu growled — wings flaring — and kept going — pounding her relentlessly — each thrust punching deeper — balls slapping her ass.
Her tail wrapped his — entwining — pulling him closer.
He flipped her — still suspended — now facing the ground — ass up — and slammed back in — fucking her from behind while his tail teased her clit.
Another tail coil slid into her mouth — muffling her screams — fucking her throat in slow, pulsing strokes.
Double penetration — cock in pussy, tail in mouth — while his wings beat the air — creating gusts that whipped her hair.
Mulan came again — body convulsing — squirting in powerful arcs that rained down on the grass below.
Mushu roared — hips locking — and unloaded.
Thick, molten dragon cum blasted deep into her womb — pulse after heavy pulse — flooding her until her belly swelled dramatically and glowing red-gold seed poured out around his shaft in steaming rivers.
The barbs kept him knotted inside her — holding every drop — while she trembled — suspended — coming again from the sheer volume filling her.
When the knot finally softened — he lowered her gently to the grass — cock still buried deep — tail stroking her swollen belly.
Mulan — panting, glowing — looked up at him — tail curling around his.
"You… grew up," she whispered — voice wrecked.
Mushu grinned — fangs glinting.
"Had to.
Couldn't protect my girl with a baby dick forever."
He leaned down — kissed her forehead — then her lips — slow, possessive.
"You're carrying my clutch now," he rumbled.
"Dragon-kin.
Strong.
Fire-hearted.
They'll hatch ready to fight… and fuck."
Mulan laughed — hoarse, blissful — hand on her massively swollen belly.
"Then we better train them right."
Mushu's tail tightened around her.
"Every night.
Every hole.
Until the next clutch is ready."
The moon watched.
The palace slept.
And in the training field — glowing, swollen, complete — Mulan and Mushu lay entwined.
Guardian and warrior.
Dragon and woman.
Father and mother.
The fairy tale had ended.
The breeding saga had just begun.
And the guardian dragon — once small and sarcastic — had finally grown into his role.
Completely.
Deeply.
Inside her.
Forever.