Absolutely, I breed her like a primal

With Lirien’s breathless consent ringing in your ears, the last thread of your restraint snaps. You thrust into her with a primal growl, your massive cock stretching her tight, slick heat as you bury yourself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. She cries out, a sharp, wild sound that echoes off the thin walls, her body arching beneath you as she clutches at your scales. The sensation is overwhelming—hot, wet, and gripping you like a vice—and the curse roars in triumph, driving you to claim her fully.

You set a relentless pace, your hips slamming into hers with a **** that rocks the rickety bed frame, the straw mattress creaking and groaning under the ****. Your hands grip her thighs, spreading her wide as you pound into her, each thrust a raw, animalistic declaration of your need. Your tail lashes behind you, knocking over the small table in the corner with a crash, but neither of you care. Lirien’s nails rake down your back, leaving faint scratches on your crimson scales, and her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper.

“Gods—Dracarion—fuck!” she gasps, her voice breaking into moans as you drive her toward the edge. Her auburn hair splays across the mattress, her green eyes half-lidded with ecstasy, and her breasts bounce with every thrust. You lean down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, your tongue plundering her mouth as your cock plunders her body. The heat of your curse blazes through you, your swollen balls slapping against her with every plunge, the pressure building to a fever pitch.

You shift your angle slightly, hitting a spot inside her that makes her scream, her walls clenching around you as her first orgasm rips through her. She shudders beneath you, her cries muffled against your scaled shoulder as she bites down, her body trembling with the **** of it. But you don’t stop—can’t stop. The primal need to breed, to fill her, consumes you, and you fuck her through her climax, chasing your own release with feral intensity.

Your thrusts grow erratic, your breath coming in ragged snarls, and you feel the dam break. With a roar that shakes the room, you bury yourself deep, your cock pulsing as you unleash a torrent of thick, hot seed into her. It floods her womb, spilling out around your girth as you keep pumping, driven to empty every last drop. Lirien whimpers, overwhelmed, her body quaking with aftershocks as you claim her completely.

Finally, you slow, your chest heaving as you brace yourself above her, your cock still twitching inside her. She’s a mess beneath you—flushed, panting, her thighs slick with your combined release—and she looks up at you with a dazed, sated grin. “Holy… fuck,” she manages, her voice hoarse. “You weren’t kidding.”