Finishing the Balcony & Some Friendly Sparring ♥

A faint pang of discomfort reverberates through the Drakling’s leg, her inhuman foot repeatedly stomping into the floor. That thick, solid slab of stone doesn’t yield or budge in the slightest.

Satisfied, Krvavy takes a step back and glances to the side, peering past the fireplace and looking towards her expansive moss-covered bed. “I’m done now!” She shouts across the room. “So you can stop hiding over there, Thea~! I know you want to come over here and judge my work~!”

“Hmph...!”

The smile playing at Krvavy’s lips widens into a rather lecherous grin as her fiancée pops into view, emerald eyes hungrily taking in the sight of that beautiful, bratty blonde.

“Pervert...” The silver-blonde brat quietly grumbles, trying to pretend that she isn’t enjoying Krvavy’s appreciative gaze. Even if a blush is beginning to colour her cheeks.

“I am the pervert~?” The Drakling playfully asks, reaching over to poke Thea in the tit. “So I guess you’re just wearing this because it is comfortable~?”

Thea narrows her eyes and crosses her arms in an attempt to look stern. Only to utterly fail at that. As usual. Though, to be fair, if she were wearing one of her sundresses... or possibly even her glasses... then maybe Thea would have been able to pull it off this time? The fact that her alluringly lewd body has been highlighted by lacy lingerie – sheer nightie hiding absolutely nothing while stockings and shoulder-length gloves squish into her soft skin – does not help that bratty girl come across as she would like.

Krvavy’s grin just grows wider, more smug and teasing. “What~? Don’t have anything to say~?” Her black-scaled fingers give Thea’s barely concealed nipple a brief pinch before spreading out, that whole hand moving to knead her fiancée’s soft boob.

“You are incorrigible...” The noble girl sighs and turns her flushing face away, cracks already creeping into her dignified expression.

“Aww, thank you~!” The Drakling gleefully replies, her tone sickeningly sweet. Slowly, she leans down and into Thea’s personal space, inhuman tongue flicking past her lips to briefly graze against the girl’s rosy cheek. “And I could say the same about you~.”

“Hmph! I am not a degenerate who is so far gone as to be beyond all hopes of rehabilitation!” The silver-blonde brat’s body betrays her act, blush burning ever brighter and thighs rubbing together in growing anticipation.

“Keep telling yourself that, my lovely little loveslave~!” Krvavy’s other hand comes to cup Thea’s chin, guiding that girl’s attention back towards her. But still those soft-blue eyes remain defiant, refusing to directly meet the Drakling’s gaze. “I think that I’ve corrupted you so thoroughly that you wouldn’t be able to return to your previous life~. And I think you know that too~.” Her fingers gently squeeze the brat’s cheeks, cutting off Thea’s response before even a single word can be spoken. “Now, now, be honest~. Could you really tolerate spending each and every day doing nothing but suffering though boring lessons and having to socialize with stuffy old nobles~?”

“It would be more exciting than laying around doing nothing all day...” The noble girl mutters back, her voice nearly wavering.

“Well then, it is a good thing that you don’t just do nothing all day, isn’t it~? Even if we don’t treat yesterday’s feast as the norm, you still spend lots of time practicing your magic and using your new crossbow. And we obviously can’t forget how much of your time is taken up by debauched and degenerate acts~! Why, hardly a day goes by without you giving into your lust and having multiple bouts of intense and passionate sex~!”

“Th-that is simply what I must do to valiantly endure my imprisonment at your hands, Dragon~!” Thea heatedly returns, still trying to keep up her dignified act even as her words start to sound suspiciously like moans.

“Oh~? So you don’t do it for your own enjoyment~? You’re just enduring it for my sake~? How sweet~!” The Drakling leans in even closer to her flustered fiancée, the tips of their noses just barely touching. “Why, that makes me want to tell you just how much I love you~!”

The silver-blonde brat bites her bottom lip, struggling to keep the last remnants of her haughty expression from crumbling away. “The mana~... that I help you regenerate~... it is used to better my quality of life~...!” She shakily whispers, arousal underlining her every word.

“Oh~! So that is why you’ve been playing along with my fantasies all this time~!” Krvavy pulls back and playfully bops her own forehead, acting as if she had only now realized that supposedly obvious fact. “And how convenient too~! Because I just used a lot of mana building a balcony for you~! So, you’re probably thinking that I need to recover all of that, riiight~?”

The needy noble girl trembles and squirms, gently nibbling at the thumb lingering so close to her kissable lips. “Y-yesh~...!”

“Well~...” A truly predatory grin fills the Drakling’s face as she... suddenly steps back, completely separating from her brat. “That is too bad. Because I wanted to show off this balcony. I spent quite a bit of time working on it, you see, taking a lot of feedback from Inanna on how to make it more stabl–”

“YOU!” Thea cuts Krvavy off with an outraged and indignant shout. It took her a couple seconds to recover from the tonal whiplash of suddenly going from horny teasing to casual conversation, and she is having none of it! “Fuck the balcony!” That girl angrily declares, reaching up and firmly grabbing onto the Drakling’s lower horns. “I do not give a damn about that stupid thing, you wretched wyrm! Vexing vermin! Curse your trivial tours! I need release, damn you! And you are going to give it to me!”

“Am I now~?” Krvavy continues to act cheeky even as the sexually frustrated brat forcibly tugs on her horns, pulling her in the opposite direction of their expansive bed. “Plus, do you really ‘need release’~? It has only been a couple hours since you last got off~. And you call me insatiable~!”

Heavy, panted breaths pass through that princess’ parted lips as she gives the Drakling’s head one last shake before releasing her grip. “You are going to bend me over, right this instant, and fuck me on this blasted balcony!” The noble girl aggressively orders, speaking in a tone that one would expect to hear from a ruler of a nation... and not from a slutty brat. “Your other whores will hear my cries no matter where they are in your land! And they will envy the pleasure you are bestowing upon me, and only me, in this moment!”

“Wow, that’s...” Krvavy is stunned by the sheer lewdness of her fiancée’s words. Her gaze finds itself dragged down to the beautiful brat’s breasts, hungrily staring at them through the sheer fabric of that skimpy negligee. “But...” She just can’t resist the urge to tease and playfully torment her brat some more. “What if I... said no~?”

Thea’s expression hardens in a way that should be worrying but is simply hot. Without a word, she removes her lewd nightie, throwing it past Krvavy and onto the floor of the living area. Her hands then reach out, deftly untying the leather cords holding the Drakling’s loincloth up, before pressing her palms against those now bare hips. “I am not asking.” She coldly states, pink lightning sparking in the iris’ of her soft-blue eyes.

A jolt of pleasure zaps through the barbarian’s body. Her semi-stiff shaft jumps to attention, throbbing and painfully hard as it points towards the cause of its sudden, desperate need.

Twin silver-blonde braids swing through the air as Thea spins around on the spot, before marching over to the very solid railing and immediately bending over it. That brat’s impatient hands slap into her own butt, fingers digging into pliant flesh. Beneath a puckered rosebud rests the beautifully lewd sight of a truly sopping slit, slick juices steadily flowing free from the spread lips of that puffy pussy.

Krvavy retains just enough presence of mind to worry about what her brat wants.

The grotto is just one very large, almost certainly fatal, drop away. And even with how horny she is, Krvavy can’t exactly ignore that dangerous risk. But this balcony is also very solid. So as long as she doesn’t get too rough...

“Do I need to zap you again!?” Thea exasperatedly groans, shooting a glare back over her shoulder. “Just fuck me already! Take me! Go on-nnNH~!”

Strong hands firmly grab onto the bratty girl’s hips, scaled fingers digging into her soft and supple skin. That bit of contact alone is enough to send a shivering shudder through Thea’s body. Her pert rear raises into the air as she stretches her trembling legs, standing on the tips of her toes. But that isn’t quite enough to match the Drakling’s height.

“Come onnnnh~!” The silver-blonde brat desperately whines, her haughty act discarded as the promise of pleasure looms over her. “Take your captured princess, my Mighty Dragon~!” Her excitement grows as her hips are pulled upwards, feet lifting off of the ground. “Yeesss-shHHAA~!”

The tip of the Drakling’s dick presses into her little princess’ perfect pussy, plunging past the girl’s lower lips and deep into that supernaturally snug love tunnel. Her hands tighten their grip to an almost painful degree, not willing to let go of the loveslave’s love-handles in this precarious position.

The bratty girl’s compliant cunt caresses the sizable shaft entirely speared inside of her, constricting and squeezing around its many ridges. Her pliable pussy, blessed by the connection that their souls have, defies physics by accepting the full length of that colossal cock, the bulge on her belly not quite reflecting reality.

Waves of rejuvenating pleasure flow through the Drakling’s dick, travelling all the way up to the crown of her head and down to the tips of her clawed toes. Her pelvis presses against the squishy flesh of Thea’s ass and thighs, savouring that sensation for just a few seconds before beginning to move. And, since her little princess is so impatient and eager, there is no real reason to take it slow...

Not that sheathing her shaft inside of Thea’s sopping slit in a single thrust can be considered as ‘taking it slow’.

“AAAHHH~! YEEEEAASSSHH~!” That slutty, silver-blonde brat shamelessly fills the air with her lewd cries and blissful shouts, her dignified act long forgotten. “FUU-UHCK~! MHEE~! KRVH-AAH-VEE~!”

Each forceful thrust that the Drakling makes disrupts and interrupts those words, rapidly shifting them into little more than incoherent noises. Wet slaps and juicy squelching sounds accompany the girl’s loud moans and pleasured screams, forming a degenerate and debauched symphony that echoes through this grand cave and the grotto below.

“AAHHHH~! HNNHAAAAH~!” Glowing pink sparks arc from the lewd loveslave’s body, surging through her barbaric lover’s body and adding more fuel to their shared lust. “GHHAAA~! SHHHAA~!”

The entrance to Thea’s womb kisses at the Drakling’s dick each time it delves into that brat’s depths. This magically yielding love tunnel tries clinging onto the ridged rod stretching it beyond what its limits should naturally be, but the sheer amount of slick juices and slimy pre make that an impossible task. Each quivering constriction comes across as nothing more than a caressing massage. The undulating embrace of this princess’ perfect pussy is simply made to milk cum from this colossal cock.

Krvavy is rather weak when it comes to her girls. She just can’t help but give them what they want. And even if they don’t use their words, her body still knows exactly what they are asking for.

And who is she to turn them down~?

“YHEEASHHH~!” Thea’s ecstatic squeal almost sounds like an actual word. Her head lifts up, facing the ceiling of the cave, as overwhelming waves of orgasmic bliss crash over her. She shudders and quivers as the still-thrusting shaft inside of her throbs in a way that she is more than familiar with. “YAAAAEEHHSHHHH~!” Her rapturous screams slur together as the first spurt of thick seed splatters into her womb.

Pleasure burns through Krvavy’s mind as the pace of her pounding ever so slightly slows. Her hefty sack clenches against her body as ropes of creamy cum fill her insatiable fiancée, no doubt causing the girl’s slim and soft belly to bulge out, even if just a bit. Her half-lidded eyes stare down at where they are joined, just barely able to see the jiggling flesh of her brat’s pert ass past her own pale tits.

The desire to lean forwards onto her beautiful brat, to kiss and nibble at the smaller girl’s neck, grows and grows with each second that passes on by. But the constant reminder of their precarious position is enough to keep her lust-addled mind away from that temptation. It isn’t too much of a loss anyway.

Krvavy wouldn’t complain about getting to rail Thea over a railing even if she were more coherent.

“NNNGHH~!” The bratty girl loudly groans, her body nearly going limp in the Drakling’s grip. She continues to shudder as her womb hungrily welcomes as much of Krvavy’s virile cum as it can. But no matter how yielding and accepting her pleasure hole is, it simply can’t keep hold of all the thick seed deposited inside. Especially not as the ridged rod continues to thrust, giving that lewd liquid plenty of opportunities to make a rather sloppy escape.

Of course, neither brat nor barbarian truly care about that. Neither are really thinking about the mess that they are making, the mess that they will have to clean up. Nor are they really worried about how much of that creamy cum is going to waste.

After all, it isn’t like Krvavy is limited to a single orgasm~.

“Mnghhk...!”

The barbarian’s bare breasts rise and fall as she breathes heavily but steadily, pale skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. “You okay?”

“Yes Mate!”

Krvavy skeptically raises an eyebrow, before quickly shaking her head. There wasn’t a damage popup, not that time, so she has no reason to doubt her precious puppy’s words. “Right, ready?”

The Were-Beast doesn’t get the chance to respond before a large wooden axe descends down towards her, forcing a hasty retreat. Her paw-like hands clench into fists as she lunges forwards, ducking beneath the crude weapon’s sturdy shaft.

The Drakling dodges the first punch, but not the second. The air is driven from her lungs as that furred fist hits just above her abs. In nearly the same exact moment, the tail end of her two-handed weapon slams into the front of Khalia’s calf with enough force to sweep that pawed foot off the ground, toppling the wild Were-Beast off balance and into the dirt.

“Rrrrgh!” The dull wooden tip of a mock spearhead presses against Khalia’s growling throat.

“You’re doing great.” Krvavy smiles and moves her training weapon aside, reaching a hand down towards her prone puppy. “If this was a real fight, then you probably would have won. You are holding back more than I am.”

“Don’t like going easy...” Khalia grumbles, grasping her Mate’s hand and letting herself get pulled back up to her feet. “Boring...”

“Well, we don’t have much choice. Don’t want to actually hurt each other, now do we?” The Drakling rolls her shoulders and returns both of her hands to the haft of her weapon. “Besides, this way you’re actually getting some real training in. You can’t just rely on overpowering your opponent every time, or you’ll be useless against someone stronger than you. And you don’t want that, now do you?”

The Greenskin scowls and steps back. “No.” She grunts, lifting her fists up. “Ready.”

The halberd-esq head of Krvavy’s wooden weapon is lowered down, spear tip pointing at her puppy. Rather than swinging that thing around in an attempt at getting a hit in with its fake axehead, she is focusing more on simply keeping Khalia at bay.

“Rrrrrrgh!” The Were-Beast’s growing annoyance is made known as she prowls around her Draconic Mate. Each attempt she makes at getting closer fails, that jabbing and stabbing training weapon getting in her way. Frustrated, she suddenly snaps forward, reaching towards that bothersome chunk of wood.

Krvavy quickly maneuvers her weapon around those grasping paws, avoiding the first grab and punishing the second with a sharp whack on the knuckles.

“RRRRGH!” Sharp teeth join Khalia’s four little tusks in an angered display, plump lips spread into a snarl. She lunges forwards again, more wildly this time, swinging an open hand towards the annoying twig keeping her at bay. Her clawed fingers dig into the side of the wooden axehead, leaving deep gouges as she smacks it away. Her other hand slams into the thick shaft as it gets lifted up in guard.

The wood cracks and shatters into splinters.

Krvavy throws herself to the side, only able to stay upright because of her meaty tail working as a counterbalance. Her expression hardens as the bottom half of her training weapon drops uselessly to the ground. She is forced to take a few more steps back, narrowly dodging a flurry of angry swipes. The top half of her wooden weapon remains mostly intact, even if it now looks like a rather ridiculously oversized one-handed axe. Seeing an opening, she strikes down towards Khalia’s shoulder.

5.49 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

-16.38 Health

A furred fist crashes into Krvavy’s side a mere moment after her broken axe bounces off of the Were-Beast’s body. Her ribs creak beneath that strike, the unexpected pain causing her to stumble back. With her center of gravity shifting so suddenly, Krvavy can do nothing to stop herself from toppling down to the ground, her tail instinctively whipping around.

13.86 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

“MATE!” The Were-Beast’s voice is dripping with despair as she throws herself forwards, landing half atop the Drakling. “Mate okay?!”

“Uugh...” Krvavy winces as her precious puppy’s paw-like hands press against her body, unintentionally putting unwelcome weight onto a spot that is rapidly becoming a fresh bruise. “Yes...”

“Sor-ry! Sor-ry! Sor-ry!” Khalia repeatedly apologizes as her hands paw and pat their way up her Mate’s body, only stopping once they’ve reached the barbarian’s face, furred fingers squishing pale cheeks. “Did not –! Mate! Sor-ry!”

“I know... And I didn’t mean to hurt you either.” Krvavy replies with a sigh. Her gaze slips down towards those glorious green-skinned tits, where a slowly reddening line is visible just above an exposed nipple. Even after all of this time, she still isn’t used to using her tail as a weapon... “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes Mate!” Khalia quickly barks back, before leaning forwards and nuzzling into the Drakling’s upper horns. “Me good! Me fine!”

As relieved as Krvavy is to hear that... “What did I say about breaking my weapon?”

“Nnnhhnm...!” The Were-Beast whines and turns her gaze away.

“It is a legitimate strategy, I suppose.” The Drakling brings a hand up to reassuringly pat her puppy on the head. “But that piece of wood was a lot weaker than any real weapon would be. You wouldn’t be able to shatter an actual one that easily, especially if it was enchanted. Which is why I’m fine with you trying to pull it out of my hands. Because that is a more reasonable way to disarm someone.”

“Nhhhnn...!” Khalia whines even more as her Mate gently pushes her away.

Krvavy gives the whimpering Were-Beast another pat on the head before getting back up onto her feet, grabbing both parts of the broken training weapon as she does so. She isn’t as skilled with Nature Magic as Beryl is, but it shouldn’t be too hard for her to repair this thing herself. It’ll definitely take less time and mana than making another one from scratch...

With just a bit of will and focus, the gouges on the axehead begin to ooze a greenish sap, the wood’s wounds bleeding as a fresh green fills those gashes. Splinters drop to the ground as the broken shaft begins to creak and groan, revitalized wood sprouting from the shattered ends. Twiggy branches twist and braid together as the halved haft reconnects and becomes one once more.

A faint frown plays at Krvavy’s lips as she taps her thumb onto the newly mended wood, watching the slightly soft green harden into a dark brown. She can feel that it isn’t quite as durable as it was before, but that shouldn’t be an issue as long as Khalia doesn’t try to break the thing again. Probably.

“Mate ready?”

“You know, I didn’t think you’d be so eager for this.” The barbarian idly comments, giving her crudely repaired practice weapon a test swing to ensure that it won’t just immediately fall apart. “I kind of expected you to get bored of doing what that fighting manual says and instead demand that we do something more fun.”

Khalia doesn’t really have a response to that, simply shrugging her shoulders as she looks expectantly at her Mate.

“Alright, I’m read–.”

“Arwhooo!” The Were-Beast howls in joy and lunges forwards, not even waiting until those words have fully left the Drakling’s mouth.

Krvavy hastily takes a step back, narrowly dodging an aggressive swipe, and defensively raises her wooden weapon up. She retaliates with a few short swings, but is unable to do anything more than fend off the frenzied Greenskin’s flurry of attacks.

The toothy grin filling Khalia’s face grows wider, almost crazed, as she abruptly throws herself down to the ground, the claws on her paw-like hands and bestial feet finding purchase in the sparse soil. She remains like that for the briefest of moments, before suddenly springing up beneath Krvavy’s guard.

-8.54 Health

Krvavy drops her weapon as she tumbles to the ground, electing to instead grab at the Greenskin clinging onto her torso.

“Rrrghhhehehah~!” A growling laugh escapes past Khalia’s plump lips as she lifts her face up from the Drakling’s pale breasts. An excited, and honestly manic, gleam fills her amber-gold eyes as her toothy grin puts her sharp canines and four little tusks on full display. “AHHAHAHAHEHEHAHEH~!” Her paw-like hands jerk forwards, latching onto Krvavy’s wrists.

“Nnngh...” The barbarian groans, struggling to fight back against her puppy’s greater might. “So you were getting bored of our practice after all...” She grits her teeth, going tense as she gathers her strength. Krvavy’s own clawed feet dig into the uncomfortable ground, lifting her hips up just enough for her meaty tail to twist around and into position.

“HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA~! YEEEEAAAHAAHA~!” Khalia’s maniacal joy grows even greater as the Drakling’s body bucks beneath her. Those toned thighs of hers tighten their grip around Krvavy’s waist, bestial feet and furred calves slipping beneath the barbarian. Her wet and needy slit presses right into a muscled midsection, transferring over its burning heat as her locked legs ensure that she cannot be dislodged. “HAAHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHNNNGHHHAH~!”

This clearly horny hyena’s crazed cackling continues even as her side slams into the ground, rolling over and over before finally stopping with her back pressed into the sparse and pebbly soil, her Mate on top.

“Nnghhh...!” A strained and exerted grunt passes through Krvavy’s clenched teeth she laboriously forces her hands down towards the Were-Beast, all while those furred fingers still cling to her wrists.. “So this...! Is what you want...!?” The Drakling growls, palms pressing against her precious puppy’s bare throat.

“HAHHAAHHAAHHGKKHAAAGHHHN~!” Khalia’s unnerving laughter fills the air, even as those cackling chuckles start getting choked away. Her strong body tenses up before abruptly thrashing beneath the barbarian, causing them to roll to the side once more. “GHAAKHAAHAHEEHEAHAHKKHA~!”

A rough stone presses into the small of Krvavy’s back, sending a jolt of discomfort arching through her entire body, before both she and this wild Were-Beast tumble over a ledge together.

Panic grips at Krvavy’s heart, breath catching in her throat, as she feels gravity pull her down. In that brief moment, she imagines that they had fallen from their bedroom and are plummeting towards the grotto far below. That flash of fear is quickly washed away, replaced with the sudden shock of plunging into chilly water.

Before the barbarian can fully realize what just happened, she finds herself getting pulled up onto dry land.

“Ghaahk...!” Khalia’s wet tail whips back and forth, her mood hardly dampened despite the fact that she is currently coughing up water. “Mate...! Ghkkh...! Mate let go first~!” That wet dog sends droplets of water flying as she shakes her furred limbs. “Me...! Win~...!”

Krvavy slowly shakes her head. This isn’t the first time that they’ve rolled into a body of water while wrestling. And it almost certainly won’t be the last either. “Nah, I win. You’re the one who nearly drowned from that little dip.”

The green-skinned Were-Beast goes completely still, her amber-gold eyes glaring heatedly at the damp Drakling.

Krvavy nonchalantly brushes some soaked strands of hair from her face, letting her smile shift into something far more smug. Perhaps even cruel. “Shame you didn’t win though. After all, losers don’t get any rewards~!”

“RRRRRRGGH!” That loud and rumbling growl is the only warning that Khalia gives before throwing herself at her arrogant Mate.

“Tsk.” The Drakling clicks her tongue in mock disappointment, effortlessly rolling out of the way.

“RRAAAAAAGH!” Khalia roars in bestial rage, clawed fingers digging trenches in the pebbly soil. “RRRGHHHAAAA!”

Without wasting a second, Krvavy quickly pounces onto her precious puppy, before she herself can be pounced on. The Drakling’s weight slams into that wild Were-Beast, forcing those bare green-skinned breasts into the uncomfortable ground. Her sharp teeth bite down onto the back of Khalia’s neck, getting Krvavy a mouthful of beige-brown fur as she holds her Mate in place.

“RRGHHHN~!” The Were-Beast’s struggling loses almost all of its strength in an instant. Wild thrashes and frenzied bucks turn into excited wiggles and impatient squirms. “Mhhaaate~! Maaa–aahghht~!” Her desperate begging is quickly reduced to needy grunts as a strong hand finds her throat once again.

“As I said,” Krvavy moves her mouth up towards her horny hyena’s fluffy ear, smugly whispering into it. “I won~. And winners are the ones who get rewards~. Can you guess what my reward is~?”

“MMHHHHEEE~!”

Emerald eyes glimmer like the gems they share a colour with. “That’s right~!”

The Drakling’s free hand slides down Khalia’s damp body, giving that Greenskin’s firm rear a quick grope, before grabbing at her stiff shaft. “So be a good girl and let me take my reward~!”

Khalia goes tense, holding her breath in anticipation. Her soaked slit spreads open around that swollen and slowly advancing cockhead, her burning warmth a wonderful respite from the cool air. Her muscled thighs quiver as they are pushed closer together, pinned in place between her Mate’s own legs. “HHHHHNNNH~!” Air is forced from her lungs as the Drakling’s dick abruptly plunges into her depths, its engorged tip slamming into the entrance to her womb.

Krvavy’s hips slap into her Were-Beast’s firm ass again and again, just as her hefty sack repeatedly hits those toned thighs. Her choking hand leaves Khalia’s throat, instead pressing into the ground so that she can better focus on pounding into her precious puppy’s pleasingly plump pussy. To make up for that little bit of disappointment, her mouth returns to Khalia’s neck. Her lips plant gentle kisses on green-brown skin, and her nibbling teeth leave their mark with overlapping love-bites.

“ARWWUOOOOAAAAAH~!” It takes a few seconds for Khalia to find her breath, and the first thing that she does is howl in pure blissful joy. Her crushing cunt constricts around Krvavy’s cock, caressing it in a desperate attempt to milk out a load of creamy cum. “AWWRRHOOOOOAHHAHA~!”

Krvavy’s hard cock pounds into her horny hyena without any grace or technique. Just raw force and selfish desire. Each aggressive thrust aims to do nothing but take pleasure for herself, even if that means neglecting the needs of her current fuckmeat.

Of course, the masochistic wild woman pinned beneath this barbarian’s body absolutely loves that. The crazed cackling and howling laughter, both unmistakably tinged with ecstatic bliss, makes that much abundantly clear.

“HAAHAHAHHAHA~! AHAHEAHAHAHEHAHEAAHHAHAHAH~!”

As the seconds tick on by, it grows increasingly more difficult for the Drakling to pull her dick back from the depths of Khalia’s constricting cunt. That clingy hole desperately tries to keep her cock from leaving, undulating flesh grabbing the flared ridges along her stiff shaft.

The Were-Beast bucks her buff butt back against the barbarian’s body, bouncing up at an almost berserk pace. She shudders and quivers from the orgasmic bliss overtaking her crazed mind. Her brief gasping breaths, taken between bouts of her maniacal laughter, grow more ragged as the constant pleasure begins to wear at her.

A shiver runs down Krvavy’s spine, her hefty sack clenching up against her body. There is hardly even a thought inside her head as she continues to thrust away, even as her Draconic toes curl and her inhumanly long tongue lolls out. Her shaft throbs as it shoots the first spurt of seed into the Were-Beast’s spasming hole.

That virile load of creamy cum is joined by another thick rope, and then another. Some of that sticky seed is deposited straight into Khalia’s womb, but most of it simply ends up getting dragged out by the Drakling’s ridged rod, making a sloppy and squelching mess where she and her Mate are joined.

White static creeps in from the corners of Krvavy’s vision. Her clouded mind drowns in pleasure. Were she not insatiable, then this intense orgasm would have been more than enough for her. After all, she has already deposited more than one load of cum into her girl’s today.