S I N N I N G

Variax exhaled in a deep, ragged gasp, the air going cold around them as his icy nature leaked out. A low chuckle left him at her teasing remark, and his rough scaly lips hungrily devoured hers, lashing her tongue and pulling back with a snarl. “It wasn’t planned~ but the moment I saw you again, I knew I had to have you~” His hands gripped her ass roughly, keeping her close. “So you better speak up quick if you don’t want to be your personal guard’s personal bitch~”

“Breed me,” were the next two words she gasped next, her eyes widening and then slowly rolling up to the back of her head until there was more white than brown. In that moment, she really looked like someone possessed, and in a way, she was. She belonged to him now, there was no going back from that, and frankly, she didn’t want to. She had waited so long for him, and she wasn’t going to let him go, ever. Not if she could help it. Carla ran her hands up and down his arms to feel the ridges, the muscles, until she suddenly grabbed tight and pulled herself flush against him. His tip seemed to press against the very end of her womb, threatening to pierce through into her belly, but she didn’t care.

Her words sent a shudder down his spine, tremors radiating out from the arrow that struck his heart. A deep, rumbling growl rose in his chest, and for a moment he felt every bit the dragon that he claimed ancestry from, as he held Carla close and continued to pump his hips furiously into hers. She would be his and only his, from now on, forever, for as long as she’d have him—she was his. “Then let’s get to work~” he growled down to her, before scaly lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth to coil around her own as he continued fucking the gorgeous heiress hard and rough.

If she thought that Variax had been holding back with her before, she was absolutely right. This fucking felt like on an entirely new level, with him punching his way through her pussy and finally battering his way through past her cervix. Carla might have passed out several times during this fresh new attack, and she groaned, her eyes rolling up to the back of her head as she did her best to hold on to him. But eventually, even she felt herself start to lose her grip on him, and if there hadn't been something pressed against her back, she would have fallen over. "Y-y-yes...fuck your p-p-personal b-bitch..."

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Khadamori chuckled as the facade dropped, even more as she squeezed his butt—an act that elicited a deep rumbling chuckle from his chest—before he pulled his hips back and notched his cock against her folds...before shifting and slowly sliding his shaft back and forth across her. Now was his turn to tease, toying with his dear queen, the tentacles holding her down shifting to idly tug and pull at her clothes to cup and knead her chest slowly, sensually.

“…aaahhh…ha…ha…” She was panting from desire, from the need growing between her legs. He had her right where he wanted her, and she didn’t have the heart to struggle too much. Instead, Lia lay still and let him tease her further, until she was wet enough for her to hear the slick noises that his cock made against her folds. Until she was practically squirting up at him each time his cock dragged along her clit and made her entire body tremble. “H-husband please…don’t tease so much…” She was begging him for relief, and she hoped that he wouldn’t prolong her growing agony.