With a gentle kiss as we fall asleep in each other's arms

You lean down, capturing Lirien’s lips in a slower, softer kiss this time, a contrast to the wild storm of moments ago. She sighs into it, her body lax and yielding beneath you, and you shift to wrap your muscled arms around her, pulling her close. Your still-hard cock remains buried deep inside her, plugging her womb and trapping the flood of your potent, draconic seed within. The curse hums with satisfaction, its hunger sated for now, and you feel a primal pride in knowing your virility is working its magic.

Lirien nestles against your scaled chest, her breath warm against your neck as she murmurs, “You’re something else, Dracarion… never had it like that.” Her fingers trace lazy patterns over your crimson scales, and you tighten your grip, your tail curling protectively around her legs. The straw mattress shifts beneath you, but it holds, and for several minutes, you simply lie there together, basking in the afterglow. Her heartbeat slows against yours, her body soft and pliant, and the heat of your coupling lingers in the air.

Eventually, exhaustion claims you both. Your eyes grow heavy, and Lirien’s breathing evens out, her form slack in your arms. You drift off with her pressed against you, your cock still nestled inside her, ensuring nothing escapes. The faint flicker of the lantern dies out, plunging the room into darkness, and the tavern’s distant noise fades as sleep takes hold.

You wake to the first gray light of dawn seeping through the room’s cracked shutters. Lirien’s still tangled with you, her auburn hair a wild mess across your chest, her legs entwined with yours. Your cock has softened slightly but remains lodged within her, and the scent of last night clings to the air.

Lirien stirs, blinking up at you with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Morning, big guy,” she mumbles, stretching languidly against you. “Gods, I’m gonna feel that all day.” She doesn’t seem to mind, though—her grin says she’d do it again in a heartbeat.