Putting the Puppy in Her Place ♥♥

Krvavy’s brow knits together, her emerald eyes staring straight at her Greenskin. “I wasn’t asking.” She coldly states, using her free hand to grab at the furred fingers digging into her wrist. “Now. Let. Go.”

“No!” Khalia barks back, her grip only growing tighter. “Mate stay and rest more...!”

The Drakling’s scowled frown deepens even further. She doesn’t quite have the strength needed to pry the fingers of this disobedient dog off of her. “I’ve. Rested. Enough.”

“No,” Thea’s firm, if a little sore, voice carries through this cramped campsite, “you have not. Anyone with a working brain could tell as much. Just look at yourself.”

“I. Am. Fine...!” Those hissed words **** their way through Krvavy’s clenched teeth, her already strained patience growing thinner by the second.

“Ugh, do I seriously need to spell it out for you?” A derisive sneer underlines that sighed question. “You. Are. Exhausted. How can you expect to slay my ex-fiancé when you can barely keep a steady hand? And have you forgotten that you will need to hike then fight your way to the bastard? Will you even be able to stand by that point?”

“Rrrrgh...!” A low rumbling sound emerges from deep within Khalia’s chest. The thought of her Mate simply walking towards certain **** is, understandably, a bit upsetting. “Rest! Now!”

“We don’t have time for this...!” The Drakling exasperatedly shouts, pulling her arm back in an attempt to free it from Khalia’s grasp. That doesn’t work. In fact, that probably just makes the situation worse for her. Because now this barbarian has a growling Were-Beast right up in her face, even closer than before.

“Hmph. Yes, we do.” Thea slowly rolls her beautiful blue eyes. “We made it here faster than expected. Not much faster, but enough for you to take a few hours rest. That bastard and his army may not have even started their attack yet. Probably still waiting for my father or brothers to turn down whatever ridiculous demand he has made...”

“The longer we wait here, the more we risk some scouts stumbling on us! So I am going to go and get this over with whether you want me to or not!”

Khalia’s other paw-like hand darts to the side... tipping over the nearest backpack and spilling the pieces of both her and Krvavy’s armour onto the ground. She grabs at her silvery breastplate, pulling it closer. “Then me come too!”

Very slowly, Krvavy turns back towards her precious puppy. “That wasn’t what we agreed on.”

“You tired.” Khalia lifts her chin and gives the barbarian’s wrist a rough squeeze, still refusing to let go. “Won’t rest. Not focused. Need me to watch back.”

The corner of Krvavy’s eye twitches. “No. You need to stay here, to keep these two safe.”

The Were-Beast shakes her head. “Girlies fine. Got magic. And bow.” She pokes the crossbow in question, pushing it towards Thea.

Louder and louder the barbarian’s heart beats. Krvavy sets her jaw, throat feeling a little tight as she glares into those intense amber-gold eyes that will not, even for a second, look away from her own. “This isn’t up to you, Khalia. You are staying here. Got it?”

“Rrrrrgh...!” Without any warning, the Were-Beast throws herself at Krvavy, tackling her Mate to the ground. Strong, paw-like hands now grasp at both of the barbarian’s wrists, pinning them into the rough and rocky soil. “Make...! Me...!”

A jagged bit of stone stabs into the upper part of Krvavy’s back, between her shoulder blades and beside her spine, though that discomfort doesn’t last long. The Drakling’s thick tail thrashes, her whole body twisting as she violently rolls to the side.

32.86 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

“Hhhhrrh...!” The Were-Beast wheezes as she is slammed into the ground. “Hrrgh...!” She hardly gets the chance to suck in some air before her Mate’s weight comes to rest atop her muscled midsection, pressing into her lower belly and keeping her hips pinned in place. “Hrrrghhrh...!” She tightens her grip around Krvavy’s wrists, but doesn’t have the leverage to stop those hands from clasping onto her shoulders, keeping her from sitting up. Not even her legs can scramble for purchase, quickly getting bound together by the thick twisting tail of her Mate. “Rrrrrhhhrr...!”

Krvavy leans forwards, her face so close to that o this Were-Beast. “I could beat you before...!” She hisses, her sharp and carnivorous teeth gleaming in the warm firelight filling this cramped canyon. “So are you really trying this now...!? When you are barely stronger than me...!? Give...! Up...!”

“Rrrrrgghhh!” Khalia snarls, refusing to surrender. “No! RrrrrRRGH! Mate stay! Or me come with!”

“Hmph. We all know that she will not stop this any time soon.” Thea quite calmly states, placing her empty mug aside and taking the nail file that Adeline so helpfully hands to her. The very same one found in that bandit camp where she and Krvavy first met all those months ago... “So if you truly wish to throw your life away... then you may as well waste even more of your energy tiring her out first.”

The barbarian’s muscles tense beneath her pale skin and black scales, struggling to keep her rowdy Were-Beast pinned in place. “And what... nngh...! What makes you think I’m the mood for that?! Do you know how many times I came these past few days?! I! Am! Spent!”

“Lies!” Khalia roars right into her Mate’s face, neck craning forwards as her upper back just barely lifts off the ground, if just briefly. “Mate ready!” Her intense gaze drops down, peering past the bare breasts of both herself and the barbarian – snow white and swarthy green skin alike decorated with runic lines – to where a certain heavy sack and sizable shaft rest atop her firm abs. “Mate hard!”

The Drakling’s dick twitches as attention is drawn towards its steadily swelling length.

“That...! Doesn’t mean anything!” Krvavy hastily returns, her cheeks flushed red... with rage. Definitely just rage. “We’re wrestling...! This is...! hnnngh...! Only natural...! It’ll go down...! Because I’m...! ghhhh...!” Discomfort arcs up her tail as the Were-Beast’s bestial legs try to pull apart, spreading wider within its coiled grip. “I’m not...! Going...! To...! Fuck...! You...!”

“In that case...” Thea’s scornful gaze lifts from her nails. A pink light glows within her soft-blue iris’. “Then you will not complain if I do this.” A pulse of power punctuates her words.

“Hhhh!” Krvavy sharply inhales, her spine straightening as warm static sweeps across her skin and scales, seeping into her very being to flow through her veins and her mana channels. Each beat of her heart and of her core fans the passionate flames of her lust as that needy heat rushes down... towards her crotch.

A vibrant pink light flashes around the base of Krvavy’s cock, swirling like a tempest as it coalesces into a glowing projection that looks solid yet is not.

Three concentric circles take shape around her shaft, each separated like a dotted line. The innermost ring – the darkest of the three, more a maroon than a pink – is broken into four evenly sized and spaced pieces, which are slowly rotating clockwise. The outermost ring is quite similar, albeit noticeably lighter in colour and with its four segments rotating in the opposite direction, counter clockwise. The middle one, meanwhile, is a much much lighter shade of pink than either of the others, and its eight pieces are still, not moving even a little.

Resting right below that simplistic sigil, below the swollen and shuddering shaft that those circles surround, is a sight that easily and immediately answers the question of just what spell this is.

Adorning the tight skin of Krvavy’s heavy sack is the image of a padlock, pink and shaped like a heart. Its heat can be felt through those virile orbs, taunting the barbarian and egging her on, as if the bratty magic itself knows full well that, no matter how hard she may try, Krvavy can no longer cum.

You have been inflicted with Restrained Release. A lock has been placed upon your pleasure, preventing you from climaxing as long as it remains in place.

Authors Note: Here is a simplified version of what this spell effect looks like, with the padlock placed in the center for convenience (and because that is where it would be if cast on a woman, hovering above the tip of their clit).

Krvavy’s wide eyes stare at the sight of that cursed seal, her head hanging upside-down as she peers past her pale tits. The sound of her heart hammering away within her ears is almost deafening, drowning out her thoughts and leaving her so thoroughly stunned.

“Heh...hehahah...hehehahaha~!” Khalia cackles and laughs at her Mate’s unfortunate state, her buff body quivering beneath the barbarian. “HahhaHAHAAHAHHA~!”

“Th...Thea...!” The Drakling’s gaze snaps towards that beautiful brat... who is hardly paying any attention to her.

“Mmm?” The silver-blonde noble girl hums and raises a single eyebrow, focused more on filing her already rather well maintained nails than anything Krvavy might say. “What? You do not want to cum, so there. No need to worry about that now. And no need to thank me either.” Her kissable lips curl into a sneer as she mutters a few final words under her breath, speaking just loud enough for the others to hear. “You suicidal idiot...”

Krvavy’s cock throbs and pulses, the warmth of her fiancée’s lewd magic seeping into that swiftly swelling shaft in constant tingling waves. Those spinning rings cling around the root of her ridged rod, not physical but... it still feels like some thin fingers are gently squeezing her girth. And her balls... she can almost hear them churning away in defiance of that lock.

“HAHAHHAHEHA~!” The Were-Beast’s loud laughter is tinged with a cruel mockery. A rather menacing gleam fills her predatory gaze, her buff biceps bulging as, bit by bit, she peels Krvavy’s hands away from her shoulders, overpowering the barbarian with nothing but brute **** and bestial might. “RRGHAAAH!” With a surge of strength, she throws the Drakling off of her... and immediately follows that up with a tackled pounce.

-8.58 Health

Krvavy winces, the air driven from her lungs as her back slams into the canyon wall. Bits of pebbly debris fall down around her as new cracks are added to that already crumbly stone.

“ARRRWHHOOOOOOO~!” Khalia triumphantly howls. “MATE~! FUCK NOW~!” She bucks her hips forwards, the wild bush of her black-brown hair squishing into the stiff shaft that, if she has her way, will soon be deep inside of her. “HAHAHHA~!”

“Nnngh...!” Krvavy grits her teeth and pushes back against that solid wall.

The very tip of her cock presses into Khalia’s lower belly, right above this horny hyena’s womb. Her shaft throbs with need. Her dick has been sheathed inside Thea for so long that it craves the chance to taste another of her girls. Even more so now, with that brat’s magic swirling around it...

“We...!” But still, the barbarian stubbornly refuses both her own urges and the demands of this dangerous Were-Beast. “Don’t...!” More loose little rocks fall around the Drakling as a small sliver of space appears between her shoulders and the canyon wall, growing larger and larger by the second. “Have...! Time! For! THIS!”

“RrrrrRRRGH~!” Khalia snarls, straining against the slightly better leverage of her Mate. But, bit by bit, she gets pushed back. She tries angling away from that wall, to remove the Drakling’s advantage, but all that does is awkwardly twist her body, shoulders tilting further and further as her center of balance is skewed so severely. “MA–AEUWWF!”

16.17 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

The air is driven from the Were-Beast’s lungs as she slams into the ground once again, Krvavy’s hips pulling back and –

Khalia’s strong, toned thighs pull in, her knees bumping into the barbarian’s breasts. Her legs kick out a mere moment later, bestial feet roughly colliding with Krvavy’s stomach and sending the Drakling flying back, towards the center of this canyon. Towards the center of their campsite.

“C-careful!”

Adeline’s cautioning cry goes completely unheard as Khalia launches herself through the air.

“Hhh!” Krvavy rolls out of the way with hardly a second to spare. Her meaty tail whips into the ground as she scrambles and pounces onto the Were-Beast’s back, capturing Khalia’s neck in the crook of her arm. Scaled fingers dig into her own biceps as she secures that chokehold as best she can. “Do you really think I’m going to fuck you?!” Her hard cock squishes into a firm green-skinned ass, its tip pressing into the base of a certain shaggy tail... which is wildly wagging away with anticipation and excitement. “I’m not going to reward you for misbehaving like this! Only good girl’s get my cock!”

“RRRGHHKHHRRNGHHNH!” Khalia wiggles and squirms, her hips bucking back as she tries to line that colossal cock up with her eager cunt.

“If you do not want this to be a reward,” Thea idly speaks, sounding so utterly unbothered by that ****. Unlike the Halfling cowering behind her. “Then the answer is obvious. That unruly beast constantly fantasizes about being bred. So fuck her in the hole that can’t be impregnated. Take her last virginity, just as you did with Beryl and I.” A pregnant pause hangs in the air, lasting for just a second before Thea breaks the silence simply to spell out exactly she means, as obvious as it is. “Fuck her in the ass already.”

Krvavy freezes, and is nearly bucked off in that instant. She tightens her chokehold and rests even more of her weight atop the Orc, bare breasts pressing into her rowdy Were-Beast’s back as her hips pin a pair of bestial legs in place.

“Here.” A soft pink light washes over barbarian and Were-Beast, leaving them feeling all tingly as the dirt and grime gained from this little wrestling romp disappears in an instant. “That filthy hole is all clean now. Claim it, or whatever. I don’t care.”

A hot heat squishes into the tip of Krvavy’s cock, a tight and muscled ring pulsing as she presses against it. An ample amount of pre smears across that twitching little barrier, more and more slick dollops flowing out as the seconds tick on by. Khalia was able to line the Drakling’s dick up with her hole alright... just not the one that she was aiming for.

The barbarian grits her teeth, staring daggers into the back of this misbehaving Were-Beast’s head. Despite her earlier words... Krvavy’s arousal and desire has only grown with each furious beat of her heart. Much to her annoyance. At least she has a good way to spitefully vent her stress, right here... squirming beneath her...

“Awwrrhoooaaohhnhuuhhghhuuu~!”

A warbling howl full of lewd frustration echoes through this cramped canyon as the barbarian’s sizable shaft unceremoniously spears into Khalia’s ass in one rough thrust. A constricting heat crushes Krvavy’s cockhead, squeezing and massaging that turgid tip with a **** need.

“Wrong ho–ooHLLLEEE~!” Khalia roars, her insides clenching around that cock so tightly as to completely halt its advance, just barely before the midway point of its girthy length is crammed inside her puckered ring. “Ngghh~!” She grunts, her muscled back tensing and her spine arching. “Hhnnh~...! Hhghhah~...! Haah~...! Hehhahhaha~...! Hahahahhehahhhhehhaheha~!”

That maddened, utterly insane cackling causes Krvavy to pause. The trembling pressure squeezing around her swollen shaft grows so tight that it nearly hurts.

“HAHHAHEHHAHA~!” The Were-Beast sounds... so smug and victorious. She isn’t getting what she wants, not exactly, but Khalia isn’t one to complain. She is still getting fucked. She still won. And she knows it. “HAHAHHHAHAHEHEEHHHAHHEHAHA~!” Her whole body shakes from her bellowing laughter. “HAHAHEHHAHAH–HNGHHH~!”

“Shut it!” Krvavy heatedly hisses, her arm pulling closer as she chokes her precious puppy even harder. “This is a punishment! I’m going to break your ass in and leave you too sore to even stand! That way you won’t have a choice but to stay here with these two!”

The anger and fury filling those words only seems to turn Khalia on even more. “HGHHhhhHGK~!” She chokes on her bliss, drool dripping down her chin and onto the Drakling’s black scales. “GHHHhhHNHGHHnhnHNN~!” Even with her airway restricted as it is... she still can’t help but cackle and laugh. “HNnnHHGHhhkhnh~!”

Which just serves to piss Krvavy off even more.

“I – nnNNNH~!” The burning hot insides clinging onto Krvavy’s cock constrict and convulse, that lewd tunnel trying to drag the Drakling’s dick even deeper. “Nnnh~...!” But she isn’t having any of that. Instead, she begins to move her hips back, pulling her prodigious prick out of her precious puppy’s ass.

Or at least she tries to do just that.

That tight puckered ring clenches around Krvavy’s colossal cock, clamping down and holding that throbbing thing in place with all its might. Spikes of pleasure stab through the barbarian’s body as she forces her ridges free from that hole, popping them out one after the other until –

“Nghhh~!” The flared crown of her cockhead catches on Khalia’s sphincter, that ring of muscled flesh crushing her most sensitive spot. Heat surrounds her turgid tip, squeezing and sucking and so desperately trying to pull her back in.

“KhhHK~! GHAAHAHAGHH~! HAaaah~! M...Mate mad~! NHHHAHHA~! But sti-ihll fuck me~!” The Were-Beast’s voice is a little hoarse, phelgmy and wet, but still so lively... “HAHH~! HAHAHEHA~!”

A manic gleam fills the Drakling’s emerald eyes. “Stop...! Laughing...!”

In one less than smooth motion, Krvavy slams her hips down and bottoms out in her Were-Beast’s butt, only to hastily drag her dick back before that clenching hole can recover. Again and again she repeats that rough pounding motion, mashing her pale-skinned crotch into this Orc’s ass and squishing flat a certain shaggy tail.

“HGHHhhh–HHGHH–GHHHGHKHnhHHG–KHHH~!” Khalia’s eyes no doubt roll back into her head as a garbled groan rumbles from deep within her chest, warbling as she still continues to cackle as best she can.

Those paw-like hands drop away from Krvavy’s **** arm, clawed fingers carving deep gashes into the ground. Each thrust echoes through Khalia’s prone body, her firm rear jiggling and big breasts squished, but not by the same degree as before. These two mating beasts are all but anchored in place.

“Hhh~...! Hhghh~...!” Krvavy grunts, panting heavily as she puts her whole body into abusing this Were-Beast’s ass. The aching of her muscles goes ignored as she takes Khalia just as the Orc loves to be taken: roughly and violently. As if they were a couple of wild animals, nothing but beasts in heat.

Which isn’t far from the truth.

Pleasure swirls within the barbarian’s body and mind, building higher and higher and higher still as it tingles throughout her very being. Her hefty sack keeps clenching, trying to unleash its load as it is repeatedly slapped into the green-brown skin of Khalia’s inner thighs. Her swollen shaft throbs, pumping a steady stream of slick and slimy pre into this constricting hole, adding wet squelching sounds between the many meaty whacks.

“Ugh, shush already~...”

With hazy eyes, the barbarian’s lustful gaze briefly turns to the side, towards the two blonde’s that serve as her audience.

“Eeeeeiie~...” Adeline stares back through gaps between her fingers, squeaking and squirming as she is held so securely in the lap of her fellow fiancée. A hand that isn’t her own slips further into her partially undone top, palming one of her so very petite tits, while another hikes up her dress and trails its touch ever closer towards her tight little slit. “Eeeeiieehn~...!”

“Rrrghhk~!” Khalia bucks her hips back, squishing her big green-skinned ass into Krvavy’s pale crotch. “GHhk~!” Her insides clench, twisting and wringing her Mate’s cock as she desperately tries to make it unload into her.

But all that does is goad that Drakling on.

Each violent thrust carries through Khalia’s body, her strong and toned flesh trembling like the land does during an earthquake. Her blissfully choked growls, howls, and groans grow in intensity as this forceful fucking only adds to her ecstasy.

The Drakling’s inhuman tongue lolls out past her lips, drool and spittle flying free with each heavily panted gasp she makes. This... this isn’t enough. She loosens her chokehold, much to Khalia’s displeasure, and instead uses those arms to better brace herself against the ground. But, even with her mind increasingly addled by bliss and even with this technically being a punishment, she won’t deny her precious puppy those masochistic pleasures.

That long tentacle of a tongue slithers back into her mouth. Her jaw opens just a bit more, carnivorous teeth digging into... the back of this Were-Beast’s collar.

“Ghhkkkkhwnh~!” The Greenskin got a brief few seconds to breath freely, only to be choked once more as that leather strap is pulled taut, her head lifting up from the ground.

Harder and harder, Krvavy fucks Khalia’s ass. That tight hole still clings to her cock, making each slight movement a struggle, but the sheer amount of pre oozing from her shaft helps a great deal. Her ridges **** that poor puckered ring, slipping through it again and again and again, in and out.

But the Were-Beast can take that beating. She is a tough girl.

“Hhhgh~!” Krvavy growls into her Mate’s collar, heavy sack clenching up against her body. Pleasure pulses through her very being as the magical rings around her rod grow tighter, keeping her from cumming. “Hhhhhhghhgh~...!”

Frustration swirls through Krvavy’s mind, growing with each impatient throb of her cock. Ecstasy and euphoria wash over her in waves, yet still relief remains just out of reach... The haze of lust that fills her brain has long since overwhelmed her. Not a single conscious thought remains in her head. Just a desire for release.

“EEIIE~!” A sharp squeak accompanies the bucking of Adeline’s wide hips, her little clit grinding into the noble girl’s palm as lewd liquids squirt past some delicate fingers.

“HHHH–HHH~! HHHRRGH~! HHHHGHK~! HNNNNGHHHNH~!”

Krvavy grits her teeth, frustration swirling through her lust-addled mind, only growing as the sound of meaty slapping echoes even louder throughout the canyon. If **** the air out of this Were-Beast isn’t enough to stop her cackling laughter... then she’ll just need to be rougher still. And for that, she’ll need even better leverage than this. Her instincts say as much.

“GHHAAA~!” Khalia gasps as that tight tugging grip on her collar is suddenly released. “HAAHHHAAHHHH~! GHHHAAHAHAHHA~! NHHH~!”

Some of the weight weighing down on the Were-Beast abruptly disappears... only to get concentrated into her shoulders as an arm presses into her upper back, flattening her tits into the rough ground. The barbarian’s hips continue to pound down into that Greenskin’s ass, an ass that eagerly bucks back against her every thrust.

“HHAAHHHAHEHH–HAHGHKHHAHEHA–HHAHAGHNNH~!”

But this isn’t enough. Khalia is still cackling. Sorta.

“Hhhh~...!” Hot puffs of steam hiss through Krvavy’s nostrils, clearly visible in this cool autumn afternoon. Her colossal cock throbs with need, her virile balls clenching in a futile attempt to empty their churning load. But the seal surrounding her swollen shaft and imprinted on her heavy sack simply won’t allow her to cum. “HHHh~!”

“HRRGH~!?” Khalia suddenly stiffens, her bestial hands forming fists that tear chunks from the ground. “Rrrrghh!” A warning growl passes her plump lips as she shoots a hazy glare back over her shoulder at the barbarian... who has completely stopped moving, body lifted up yet still bottomed out within this Were-Beast’s butt. “Rrrghhha! Mate keep fu-uuUUH~!”

4.89 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

A strong scaled hand slaps into that horny hyena’s ass with more than enough **** to leave a mark. Yet that single strike is nothing to this masochistic monster.

5.24 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

Lewd liquids squirt from the Were-Beast’s neglected cunt, adding to the mucky and muddy mess that the silty ground beneath them has long since become.

3.96 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

“MGHHOOOHREE~!” The Greenskin feverishly demands, howling in pure and utter bliss even as the swarthy skin of her ass gains a rather red hue. “MGHHHORRRRE~! HNNNGH~!”

But, rather than another spank, the Drakling instead grabs onto this Were-Beast’s wildly wagging tail with one hand, the other digging its nails into the shaggy beige-brown fur covering this insane woman’s wide hips. Cock still sheathed inside a tight and twisting hole, puckered ring squeezing and clenching right where the magical seal spins in place, Krvavy forcibly rolls her Mate onto the side, letting just one pinned leg free from its place beneath her body.

“MAA–AAA–A–AA–AAAAA–ATT–TEEEEE~!” That maddened, joyous cry warbles as, without warning, Krvavy resumes her frantic fucking. The Drakling’s dick pounds into Khalia’s depths, its ridges and flared crown dragging against the convulsing walls of her cockhungry rear. A pale-skinned crotch pounds into one of her thighs, a hot and heavy sack restlessly resting atop the smooth skin of the other. Her whole body is pushed one way as that oversized shaft bottoms out inside of her, and is pulled back as its ridges struggle to pop free, only to soon **** their way back in. “HAAHHHHHAAAHHA–GHHHK~!”

Scaled fingers slip beneath the Were-Beast’s collar, squeezing tight around her throat.

“SHHUHT~...! IHHT~...!” Krvavy heatedly hisses, her voice slurred with lust and rage as her inhumanly long tongue lolls past her chin, licking at Khalia’s cheek. A pair of paw-like hands grasp at her own, holding it in place even as she leans back, straightening up a fair bit. “HssSHHUuhT uuuhhP~!”

“HHKH~! Nnnnn~...! Nnnooo~! HhhhAHhhhHAaha~!” Khalia defiantly cackles back. A single hand isn’t enough to silence the insane euphoria washing through her very being. “HAHHAHAEHAHA~!” An entire arm wasn’t enough for that. “HHAHEHAHAHEEHHA~!” Nothing in the world is. “HAAHAHAAHEHAHEEHHA–GHHHHK~!”

Nothing but Krvavy’s cock, and the pleasure it brings.

Hardly more than a third of that girthy length leaves the warm embrace of this Were-Beast’s butt as it pulls back and thrusts deep into those degenerate depths. Each angry throb of that thing fills this ridiculously tight hole with more slick pre. Each angry throb causes Khalia’s needy cunt to twitch and squirt its own slick fluids.

“HHAHAH–HHN~! HAAHHnNNNGH~!” Khalia tries to keep laughing, but her voice keeps crackling from the bliss being beaten into her body as her Draconic Mate’s dick bottoms out inside of her again and again and again with no sign of stopping. “HAHGHHNNHHANH~!”

The Were-Beast’s hips wiggle, her insides squeezing around Krvavy’s overly swollen shaft. Each clenching caress causes her lust to grow and grow and grow some more, never to be satisfied.

Meaty slapping sounds fill the air, echoing throughout this cramped canyon and the campsite nestled within it.

“Hhhhhhhh~...!” Krvavy’s cock pulses and throbs, trying so desperately to cum. Her hefty sack hurts, swollen with seed that has nowhere to go. “HHhhhhhhHHHh~!” Her frustration only grows, her muscles burning as she pushes herself harder and harder.

The rings of light around her rod pulse, fractures and cracks spreading across those concentric circles.

“Ugh... Do you think they have had enough yet~?”

“Eeeeeiiieehhh~...” A gaspy squeak, like air escaping from a deflating balloon, serves as the response to that question.

“Hmph... I suppose that is a yes~.”

The seal surrounding Krvavy’s swollen shaft shudders and shakes, the spinning circles twirling faster and faster as it shines brighter and brighter and burns hotter and hotter and –!

That radiant pink light is suddenly snuffed out.

“HHHN~!” As if struck by lightning, bolts of burning pleasure arc through the barbarian’s very being. All of the energy contained within Thea’s accursed spell surges into the Drakling’s dick, the dam holding back her vast reservoir of lust disappearing in an instant, letting free the countless orgasms it held at bay.

Her colossal cock convulses, her clenched sack constricting and squeezing tight her heavy balls. As hot as molten lava, a torrent of cum comes rushing through her rigid, ridged rod.

“ARRWWWWGHHHOOOOO~!” Khalia howls in bliss as her Mate’s frantic fucking becomes even more uneven and irregular. “ARRWHHGHHHOOOHOOO~! AWWWGHHHHAAAHAA~!” A burning wet heat fills her depths as spurt after spurt of slimy seed shoots from that shaft she loves so much. “ARWAHHAHAHA~!”

Krvavy barely acknowledges her Khalia’s cackling laughter. As frustrating as it is to have so thoroughly failed to shut that Orc up... Krvavy just can’t be mad. She can’t be anything right now. A tidal wave of pleasure has washed away all thoughts from her head.

Tingling white static sweeps in from the edges of her perception. Followed by a wave of darkness. Her ears pop. The world spins and rushes up to meet her, muscles tense and taut as she collapses onto her side, hardly feeling that discomfort beneath the bliss.

Her hazy, emerald eyes glance in the vague direction of where she and her Mate are joined. But her vision is fading too fast to make out anything more than a faint gold glimmer of light amidst the growing darkness.