Yes, make the drow ride your cock

You lift her up, cupping her ass in your hands, and **** her to ride your cock, her legs wrapped around your waist. Her nails dig into your shoulders as you impale her over and over, her eyes never leaving yours. She's no longer the cold, commanding leader but a creature of passion, writhing in pleasure beneath you. Her breasts bounce with every movement, her moans filling the tent and echoing in your ears like a siren's call.

The tadpole whispers dark incantations, urging you to go deeper, to claim her fully. You feel its power coiling in your balls, demanding release. But you hold back, savoring the moment. You want her to beg for it, to acknowledge your dominance in every way possible. You lean down, capturing her mouth with yours, tasting her submission as you continue to pound into her.

Her body responds to your command, her hips rising to meet your every thrust. She's lost in the haze of pleasure, her movements becoming more frantic, her cries growing louder. You can feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around you, and you know you're close as well. The tadpole stirs impatiently, eager for the moment when you'll flood her womb with your seed, sealing your bond.

Suddenly, the tent flaps burst open, and a figure stands in the doorway, silhouetted by the firelight from outside. It's one of Minthara's subordinates, their face a mask of shock and disbelief at the scene before them. For a heartbeat, time seems to stand still, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and the harsh panting of the two entwined on the bed. But then Minthara's eyes flicker open, and she smiles, a dark, predatory smile that sends a chill down the intruder's spine.

"You dare interrupt us?" she hisses, her voice filled with malice. "You will regret this."

The subordinate stammers an apology, but it's too late. The air in the tent crackles with power as Minthara body coated in a slick sheen of sweat. She reaches for a nearby dagger, her hand moving with a liquid grace that belies the fury in her eyes. You tighten your grip on her hips, driving into her harder not letting her go as she raises the blade.

"Leave us," she says coldly, and the subordinate retreats, the flaps closing behind them.

The interruption only serves to heighten your passion. You pump into her faster, the tadpole's whispers growing more insistent. The power of the creature inside you is intoxicating, making you feel like a god among mortals. Minthara's eyes roll back in her head as she cums, her body convulsing around your cock. For a moment, you're lost in the ecstasy, the world outside the tent forgotten.

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