Her cries shook the cavern. The sinuous coils of her body thrashed. Her breasts heaved and her skin flushed. Her sheath quivered and tightened on my tentacle. I moved to withdraw. It glistened in the dim light.
Her nails dug into the flesh of my back, holding me close. "Not yet. Please, not yet." Her pleas were harsh with the rawness of sated pleasure. I had mated my wife. Satisfaction flickered in her eyes. She would once again grow round with child. The eyes of my hundred dragon heads swiveled to settle on her stomach. She was beautiful when pregnant.
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Erato's Musings
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