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Only because he slowed, grinding his way in and out as his cocks swelled, did she gain the strength to weakly peek her eyes open. His head fell back against the wall of tail supporting them, as rattling whines tickled her back. His claws suddenly lanced her, biting into her skin, as scales seemed to puff everywhere around her.

His abdomen dipped, his hips twisted to the side, taking her with him, before centring once more. The coil of his tail clamping her legs shut tightened and squeezed.

“Fuck,yes,”he growled with lusty excitement. Pearly white liquid shot hard and fast all the way to her throat in a heavy rope, just as a powerful spurt burst within her.

Both. He’s coming from both!

She watched it drench her breasts, her sternum, her navel, as he pumped slow but hard, as he gave a long,lowmoan. His unhidden noise, the way his body squirmed, it all revealed just how euphoric it felt for him. His orgasm seemed to clutch at him deeply, like both cocks releasing at the same time ate away at his very being.

Duskwalker cum poured from her pussy onto him like a fountain, and even bubbled up like it climbed her clit.

She shook her head in disbelief at the perverted sight.

When he was done, they both fell back limply while panting. Even his tail loosened, and she thought he might melt with how soft he went around her, while his cocks continued to jerk with aftershocks and pulses.

Linh did nothing. She didn’t move an inch. All she did was huff as her eyes strained to remain open in the sluggishness of satisfaction. Even when he dipped forward so she could see his arms, she didn’t budge.

“Did I go okay for my first time?” Nathair signed, as a knowing chuckle vibrated from his throat.

Her cheeks couldn’t get any hotter.

His first time, and he almost fucked her until her heart burst.

Her eyes crinkled as she produced a weak giggle.I adored this.He’d made her feel beautiful, wanted, and treated her like something to use while making her feel so respected and secure.

He’d completely cared about her pleasure and comfort.

“Don’t stop,” she croaked, her voice so hoarse and cracked from screaming. Linh twisted her upper body just enough to plant her face against his hard skull when she yanked him forward by a horn. “Just like this. I want more of you.”

She wanted more of this. His intensity, his inhuman pleasure. She needed more of his waterlily-and-moonflower scent, his body, his big personality leaking through – unhidden and honest like she needed it to be.

He rumbled a purr against her. “Can I switch cocks?”

“Whatever you want,” she offered, knowing those words held little value.

He would do whatever he wanted, so long as she wanted and enjoyed it.

Tired, physically worn out, and sluggish, Linh let out a tiny groan. She cupped low on her abdomen before she even peeked open her eyes from sleep.

A tender ache radiated deep within. Her pussy felt hot, swollen, while her clitoral folds were puffed from overstimulation. Her thighs felt overworked, while the rest of her legs ached from being squeezed straight for too long. Even her right breast, as if the Duskwalker mainly attacked just the one with his tongue and fingers, was warm.

Lying on her side with her back to his chest, she brought her knees up. She cringed at the smear of liquid she could feel in the creases of her body: between the crooks of her thighs, under and between her breasts, around her neck. Her body tightened as her gut twisted at the slimy way it felt, making seed drip from her core and highlighting how drenched the slit between her thighs still was.

The rest of her – areas that had dried – had been so saturated that trying to remove her palm from her navel had it sticking to it for far longer than comfortable.

My stomach hurts.The longer she woke to realise what state her body was in, how sore and well used it felt, the harder her gut knotted. A lead ball seemed to be growing within her.

Her throat clutched with anxiety, as memories that felt too similar, although not as intense, made her tear up. The lead ball moved, pushing underneath her stomach as she took in how wet and stained she was. Her skin felt unclean, wrong. It felt gross.

Lying here with Nathair felt wrong, and her flesh prickled with goosebumps as his chest moved from heavy breaths against her spine and sticky backside. Masculine breaths of a person who had been inside her, touched her everywhere, saw every inch of her body.

She wiggled away as her breaths turned sharp and shallow.I don’t feel good.She didn’t know if the pain was real, or if her stomach was truly trying to turn itself inside out so she’d vomit, but saliva coated her mouth.

Trying to just accept her body, she curled into a tight ball with her arms across her stomach protectively. It only seemed to make it worse. She was naked, too exposed, and with her eyes closed, she felt weak and feeble.

Linh threw herself into a seated position, so her privates were protected from below as she huddled her legs. Both her fringe braids had unwound from the base of her pigtails during the night, and they swayed in front of her crinkled eyes. The rest of her hair clung to her skin.

Oh gods. It’s in my hair.Seed was everywhere.