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Still a silken grip. A glove that meant to milk him dry with every full stroke.

It was then, as he’d begun to sheath himself in earnest, that the Razie peeled the tent open. Breaking the seal to check for proof of life.

“My prince, the storm—” The hybrid male stopped short, staggering back as if he hadn’t seen the tangle of limbs. Hadn’t glimpsed the glide of sun-bronzed muscle, or seen the hints of the sorrel flesh Sinadim used to sheath his cock.

“What of the storm?” the prince drawled, sitting back on her thighs only so he might tilt her hips forward. A chalice to be filled.

“It rages on,” came the terse reply from outside. “Perhaps another day or so.”

Glee flicked across Sinadim’s face, and he shunted inside her too hard. Striking the spongy mouth of her cervix almost hard enough to jostle her from sleep.

The Razie cleared his throat, and said, “Do you need any provisions?”

Sinadim’s knot began to swell, his balls flexing with the temptation to hasten the end if only so he might start anew. “Water,” he replied at length. Gruff. Almost silent in his bid to seed her before she awoke. “She’ll need water.”

“At once,” was all he heard before the flap of the tent fell shut once more.

Picking up an aggressive pace, Sinadim admired the view. Entranced by the slide of his thick cock sinking into so small a hole—and with such ease. She was all but unrecognizable from the traumatized thing he’d pulled from the dark.

Placing his palms on the cheeks of her ass, he hooked his thumbs against swollen, glossy lips. Pulling her open as he sluiced back and forth. The wink of her tiny asshole was a sight that held him rapt and pushed him ever closer to the edge.

As if guided by the truly depraved, his finger painted the length of his shaft on the next pass. Collecting a dollop of cream as he sent his dick back inside, Sinadim worked that greased finger into her cunt—right beside his shaft. At first, he was intent on merely testing her grip on his cock. Enjoying the tight seal that seemed determined to pull him back inside.

Until he grew bold.

Bold enough to pry her open with gentle, probing strokes, he worked that finger deeper. Stretching her with careful, prodding strokes, he sank his index finger into that slippery trench and massaged her glands from the inside.

It was then, as he fucked her through an exhausted sleep, the knuckles of one finger bumping along his shaft, that a depraved thought penetrated the prince’s mind.

Wondering… if in the delirium of her heat, she might be convinced to take just a little… more…

With his free hand, he reached around her hip and found the engorged head of her clit. Ready to pump her full, he caught that bead between his fingers and worked it in time with his smooth thrusts.

She mewled, a groggy, confused sound muffled by the dregs of her nest.

He hushed her. “Almost finished,” he cooed, soothing her as he climbed. His index sunk as deep inside her pussy as he could get it, he fingered her glands as he strummed her clit. “You’re taking me so well, brave girl,” he hummed, praising her as his tail flicked and his mane bristled. “Such a good little hole for me to use.”

“So… good…” she slurred, jerking and dancing as he rutted into her. “Just for you…”

“Let’s get you nice and full,” he said, fingers a noisy blur as he played her clit. “Come for me, and then you can go back to sleep as your prince stuffs your womb with royal seed. ‘M almost there.”

“G-Give it t’me,” she murmured, growing tight and greedy around his invasion. “Wanna be… s-so full… so full of my prince…”

He grinned, that devious, wanton thought blooming in his mind, driving his knot to swell inside her as his balls flexed to hug his shaft. “Here it comes,” he snarled, grunting as he seated himself as deep as he could go before he let his knot flourish. “Be quiet now… that’s a good girl. Go back to sleep and let me use this pretty cunt.”

And then, scrambling, as if to climb deeper inside, he gave her his weight and unleashed his seed. Spraying rope after rope directly into the mouth of her womb, he covered her back and set a gentle bite to the junction between her neck and shoulder.

“Guhhhh,” she groaned, joining him as he pinned her to the floor of her nest.

“Are you going to be good for me?” he cooed, tail flicking with every heated gush of sperm he pumped into her guts. Making her swell with the volume as it was sealed inside. Sweat beading along his brow as he dragged her orgasm out and made it last just to suit his needs. “Going to give me strong warriors to be the envy of the Silver City?”

“Y-Yes!” she whined, teeth chattering as she milked him from below. “Don’t stop. Never stop!”

He didn’t.

Bucking into welcoming heat, he indulged himself. Enjoying the pulsing female flesh gripping his knot, he sank another finger inside her over-stretched slit and set his thumb against her clenching ass. Pressing at the gate of her bowel just to feel her flinch around him.

Sweating freely, Sinadim tore his gaze away from so lovely a sight—and found himself an audience.