After some years from the destruction of the world from the Shadow Dragons, you and Omega Shenron somehow formed a friendship and you were lucky enough to get on his good side enough for him to make wishes for you. Albeit his wish granting powers are very limited and he does get stronger everytime a wish from his gets granted. Anyways, you had wished for a house with the expectation that Omega gets to live with you and basically freeload from you, but you basically have a living Shadow Dragon who grants wishes so who really cares? One day, or night, you were inside your room with Omega Shenron. The dragon is sitting on your bed with his legs straight forward while you straddled him. Omega narrowed his eyes as he felt you grind on his weird penar. "Mortal, are you sure you know what you're doing?" He questioned since he's, if not obviously, very unused to being intimate with one another. "Damnit, stop moving so fast..!" He struck a sharp fingernail into the back of your shirt, almost tearing the fabric in half. The dragon writhed and whimpered a little bit once his tip hit a tight passage inside of you.