Relevant Tags:Blowjob, Deepthroat, Mild & Self-Afflicted Asphyxiation / Lightly Choking on Cock, Scratching, a bit of Biting, Deflowering (with a tiny mention of blood), Cowgirl / Riding, Aggressive Sex, Struggle for Dominance, Breeding Fetish, Scolding, Praise Kink.

  [colpse]Krvavy’s eyes slowly flutter open. She tiredly takes in the sight of the stone ceiling hanging high above her head, before letting her eyelids drop back down again. Her body feels heavy in her half-awake state and, after the long night she had, the barbarian simply just wants to go back to sleep.

  She was having a wonderful dream, though the details are already beginning to pass from her mind. If only she could return to it and continue from where she left off...

  In the dream she... she was sitting upon a throne in a grand pace of her own.

  At her side sat a certain silver-blonde brat, nestled beneath one of Krvavy’s arms in a cuddling hug. Delicate gold chains adorned with shining sapphires decorated that gorgeous girl, her beauty only emphasized by a skimpy outfit made of nearly transparent blue silks, those ribbon-like strands stretched across her soft body. A matching veil covered half of her face, doing a poor job at hiding the pouty lips that y beneath it.

  Surrounding Krvavy’s dream throne were dozens of other women lounging about, all wearing simir outfits and each one quite clearly hers. There were more details... grand sculptures, piles of treasure, guards wearing skimpy bikini armour holding back an audience of eager women... but it all paled in comparison to the highlight of her dream: the woman kneeling between her legs.

  Krvavy can only imagine who that woman was, as the memories of her appearance are already fading. Some sort of savage amazonian queen...? All Krvavy can remember was that swirling tattoos had been painted over the woman’s colourful skin and that her imposing body had been decorated with carved bones dangling from links of silver. A wild and ferocious beauty... fiery yet tamed~...

  Regardless of who she was or what she looked like, Krvavy is already missing that fictional woman’s mouth... The feeling of that wide tongue trailing across her length, those plump lips kissing at her tip, those four little tusks pressing into the underside of her shaft as a suckling pressure surrounds her swollen cockhead...

  The echoes of those sensations still fill her mind with pleasure. It is like the amazonian queen from her dreams never stopped worshipping her length...

  Wait.

  Krvavy might not be entirely awake just yet, but those feelings can’t be echoes of a dream. They feel... They feel too real...

  Her eyes slowly open, groggily blinking up at the ceiling. Tiredly tilting her head down, Krvavy sees a familiar yet new woman between her legs. Khalia.

  The Orc’s eyes are closed and her freckled face is flushed as she slowly bobs her head up and down over the end of Krvavy’s ridged rod. Her movements are surprisingly gentle, if a bit unskilled, and it almost feels like she is taking a more leisurely pace to avoid disturbing the barbarian’s slumber.

  Krvavy is still quite drowsy, but she doesn’t want to go back to sleep anymore. That doesn’t mean that she’ll be getting up any time soon though. She is more than happy to simply enjoy the small but steady bit of pleasure that her precious puppy is so kindly providing her.

  Granted, this would be better if she was a bit more comfortable... Her body feels rather stiff and her lower back is rather sore, probably due to how she is lying completely on her back. She doesn’t normally sleep like this, because lying down on her meaty tail forces her hips up oddly, putting extra pressure on the base of her spine. But Khalia must have flipped her over to better access her cock...

  The fact that that didn’t wake Krvavy up just goes to show how truly tired she was.

  Khalia’s eyes slowly open, looking up at the barbarian for a few moments before suddenly going wide. Her shaggy tail flicks back and forth behind her head as a happy and excited twinkle fills her intense amber-gold gaze. If it wasn’t for the cock currently stretching out her jaw, this Orc would definitely be grinning right now.

  Rather than pulling herself up and off of the barbarian’s stiff morning wood, Khalia instead begins to push herself further down its length. With Krvavy now awake, this newly made Were-Beast no longer needs to be so... restrained. Which is something she takes full advantage of.

  Soon, Khalia’s lips stretch thin around that girthy shaft, its swollen tip pressing into the entrance to her throat. But the Orc hardly bats an eye at that, not gagging even slightly as she simply continues to energetically bob her head, forcing more and more of this massive rod into her mouth.

  Her four smooth tusks gently dig into the underside of the Drakling’s dick, scraping across sensitive skin in an oddly nice way, sending tingles of pleasure dancing through that shaft. A tight, wet heat clenches down around Krvavy’s cockhead as Khalia swallows around it. A flood of slick drool dribbles down that thick and lengthy dick.

  Desire fills the Were-Beast woman’s eyes as she stares up at Krvavy, her gaze unblinking and intense. A deep moan rumbles out from within her chest each time a ridge pops past her plump lips, and each time one reaches the back of her mouth.

  Waves of pleasure roll through the barbarian’s body, climbing her spine and filling her mind with blissful static. Her fingers curl into fists, pressing her cwed nails into the palms of her hands, as the steadily growing ecstasy swirls around her.

  Khalia’s tail excitedly wags back and forth as she continues to push herself further down, not slowing down even a bit as she begins to choke, those constricting convulsions squeezing so snugly around the colossal cock that she is determined to shove deep down her gullet.

  The Were-Beast’s clear enthusiasm brings a smile to Krvavy’s face, even if she is a little concerned about her puppy being able to breath...

  “Ghhhhmmmnnhhkh~...!”

  An intense shiver of pleasure arcs through Krvavy’s very being as her precious puppy loudly moans around her cock. The tight throat sheathing her shaft in a burning wet warmth clenches almost painfully hard, all but crushing the fred ridges that line its length. Each shudder and choked moan sends additional jolts through the Drakling and her dick, further fanning the fmes of her ever-growing lust.

  It takes Khalia a few long minutes, but she eventually forces her head down enough for her plump lips and pointed tusks to press against the barbarian’s groin. Her body convulses ever so slightly as she holds her pce, squishing her broad nose into pale skin and keeping the entirety of this colossal cock engulfed in her snug throat.

  A few trickles of drool leak out past the imperfect seal of Khalia’s lips as her throat constricts down on the Drakling’s dick in a desperate massage. Amber-gold eyes filled with an intense and possessive need gre up at Krvavy, looking a little angry as tears involuntarily fill her eyes. They both know that she can’t remain like this for much longer.

  With a reluctant growl, that rumbles so wonderfully through this rigid rod, the green-skinned woman begins to pull herself back. Her smooth tusks graze across the underside of Krvavy’s cock, her canines clinging to the bump of each ridge as if trying to keep the sizable shaft buried in the burning warmth deep inside of her.

  Khalia’s plump lips remain wrapped around the semi-fred head as she shakily recovers, breathing heavily through her nose. She is completely unwilling to let Krvavy’s cock pop free from her mouth, even after having almost suffocated herself on it.

  Those intense amber-gold eyes stare up at the Drakling, filled with an arrogant and aggressive pride. Her chest is still heaving as she begins to push herself back down onto Krvavy’s shaft, though she does not go all the way to the base this time. Khalia seems happy enough to have simply proven that she could do that.

  The tip of the Drakling’s dick reaches partway down her Orc’s throat before it comes to a stop. With unwavering eye contact, Khalia begins to swallow and hum, surrounding the girthy rod with constricting caresses and intense vibrations.

  Krvavy’s cwed toes curl and her fingers dig into her palms, caught off guard and overwhelmed by that sudden spike of pleasure. White static creeps along the edges of her vision as Krvavy’s tired mind starts to go bnk. The Orc’s throat is massaging her length in an inhuman way, the wet tunnel almost rolling down her shaft in rippled waves.

  Those aggressive amber-gold eyes never leave Krvavy’s face, simply staring into the Drakling with the unnerving intensity of predator looking at its prey.

  The barbarian’s hand roughly plops down onto Khalia’s head, briefly running her fingers through semi-coarse strands of bck-brown hair. The Orc’s fluffy hyena-like ears wiggle happily as Krvavy’s palm rubs against the soft fuzz covering the side of her head.

  The constant intensity of the ecstasy rolling through her body quickly sends Krvavy to the edge. Her heavy sack pulls tight to her body. But mere moments before she cums, the barbarian realizes something. Khalia isn’t just trying to get her off. No, the Orc is trying to milk her. And she is doing a damn good job at it too~.

  Krvavy’s fingers dig into her Orc’s hair, grabbing onto those bck-brown strands as her body goes tense. Her hips buck up, trying to drive her cock deeper down the Were-Beasts throat, but Khalia’s paw-like hands grip onto her thighs and hold her in pce with a strength she can’t overcome.

  The barbarian’s whole body twitches in time with her cock, that thick and meaty rod throbbing as it erupts straight into Khalia’s stomach. The green-skinned woman continues to suck and swallow those spurts of sticky seed, the odd unduting massage of her throat not even slowing down as she eagerly receives her reward. Her treat~.

  Pulse after pulse of pleasure overwhelms the Drakling, drowning out even the frantic beating of her heart as blood rushes through her ears.

  Ecstatic bliss burns away at Krvavy’s mind, brought to ever greater heights from the constant caresses assaulting her sensitive, cumming cock. Her head rolls back into the bedding as her hefty sack clenches so tight, as if trying to squeeze every st drop of cream cum out of her. She can’t help but feel increasingly sore as the steady stimution drags her orgasm on and on.

  Just as it starts to get painful, the Orc lets up, shifting her intense ministration into a softer, more subdued suckling. But, after a few short minutes, that too comes to an end as the barbarian’s cock stops throbbing and Khalia finally begins pulling herself back.

  “Hhhhhhaa...” Krvavy slowly sighs out in relief, breathing deeply as she limply lies on the moss padded bedding and stares at the ceiling above. This unexpected orgasm has pushed aside the st vestiges of her drowsiness and fully woken her up. “Fuuuck... What a way to start the day...” She breathlessly mutters, a satisfied smile filling her face.

  Khalia’s lips audibly pop off of the barbarian’s slick cock, leaving the still-stiff rod exposed to the cool cave air. With her mouth unoccupied and her airway clear, the Orc can finally catch her breath, panting heavily as she leans forwards onto Krvavy’s thighs.

  After a few seconds of retive silence, Khalia loudly clears her throat with a wet cough. “Mate awake now?” She grunts in a gruff and throaty voice. “Good~.”

  A shiver runs down Krvavy’s spine as she hastily moves her arms to push herself up into a slightly awkward sitting position. “Now, Khalia, I just–”

  “Rrrghhh...” The green-skinned woman openly growls, baring her sharp teeth and pointed tusks. “Mate still hard. Mate still give more.”

  Krvavy narrows her eyes at the predatory Were-Beast looming over her. “I haven’t eaten yet, so–”

  “NO!” Khalia barks, her paw-like hands darting forwards and grabbing onto Krvavy’s shoulders. “We breed now!”

  The barbarian doesn’t even get the chance to respond as she is roughly pushed back down to the ground. Krvavy’s breath is driven from her lungs as her back sms into the moss and fur pelt bedding.

  Khalia’s hands keep pressing down onto Krvavy’s shoulders, pinning her in pce as the Orc moves forwards and straddles her hips. Amber-gold eyes stare down at her with predatory arrogance as the barbarian’s struggling doesn’t cause Khalia to budge in the slightest.

  The Were-Beast woman shifts the position of a single paw-like hand, pressing it down into the center of Krvavy’s chest. A wide and aggressive grin, worryingly toothy and tusked, fills her face. Smug arrogance gleams in her amber-gold eyes as she finds that one hand on its own to be enough to keep the Drakling pinned.

  Faint tingles of discomfort dance through the Drakling as sharp cws rake across her pale skin, leaving thin red lines in their path. Just a bit more pressure and that would truly begin to hurt. Just a bit more pressure and blood would be drawn.

  Those bestial fingers soon find their target. They wrap around the still-sensitive shaft of Krvavy’s cock, pressing their surprisingly soft pads into its firm shaft. Worryingly dagger-like cws graze against that comparatively delicate dick.

  “Nngh...” Krvavy grunts as her cock is roughly squeezed. She isn’t opposed to having sex with Khalia, but she is getting quite angry at just how forceful her Orc is being. An unwelcome pressure buzzes at the back of her brain. “Stop! Khalia, get off of me!” Her eye twitches as she shouts that order.

  “NO!” Khalia barks back, leaning forwards and looming over the barbarian, aggressively growling into her face. “You give me cubs now!”

  An involuntary shiver of fear runs through Krvavy’s body. Her Orc doesn’t just blindly obey her. That... is a relief, but also quite the problem, to say the least. Khalia is significantly stronger than the barbarian is, and the complete ck of leverage she has in this unfortunate position definitely doesn’t help that fact...

  “Rrrghhhh...” Khalia wordlessly growls as her hand roughly jerks up and down Krvavy’s slick, saliva-soaked shaft.

  Krvavy grits her teeth and gres up into those intense amber-gold eyes. There isn’t really anything she can do to stop Khalia, at least not right now. Maybe if the Orc gets distracted or overwhelmed with pleasure...

  Khalia’s hips slowly begin to rise, the Orc grinding her sopping slit and fluffy bush against the ridged rod as she positions herself above her helpless Mate. The plump lips of her pussy spread open a little as she presses herself down onto Krvavy’s cockhead, forcing just the very tip of that swollen thing to barely penetrate into her.

  The barbarian’s stomach grumbles unhappily. She would be more than fine with fucking her Orc after having some breakfast, but it doesn’t look like she has a choice here. Does that mean she is getting raped? She’s not exactly unwilling, but... Well, guess it is only fair after everything Krvavy has done to this Orc...

  That acceptance doesn’t mean she is going to just lie here and take it though.

  “Mnnmh...” The Were-Beast woman quietly moans as just a tiny bit more of Krvavy’s cockhead presses into her folds. The confident look on her face wavers ever so slightly as her eyes gnce down at the rge shaft jutting up from the barbarian’s body. Khalia could take Krvavy’s entire length before the transformation, but perhaps having a measure of intelligence is making her hesitate at its seer size?

  Well, that is too bad. If Khalia has the gall to force herself onto the barbarian, then Krvavy is going to make sure that she actually goes through with it. In for a penny, in for a pound. A pounding if Krvavy would have her way...

  1 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

  “Hnghh!” Khalia gasps out from the pain, her amber-gold eyes going wide as she stares at the barbarian in shock.

  Krvavy is equally surprised by the fact that she actually hurt Khalia.

  All she did was buck her hips up and pierce her cock into the Were-Beast woman, forcing just the first couple ridges inside.

  But the surprise of both barbarian and Were-Beast is rather short-lived, as a faint trickle of blood flows down that invading shaft, bringing with it an answer. Krvavy just took Khalia’s virginity. Kind of. The transformation must have rebuilt the Greenskin’s hymen...

  “Hahh... Hahah... Hah. Hah.” Khalia slowly begins to ugh, though each sound is a bit unnerving to hear. “Hahh... Hah hah hahah hahahaha~!” Her cackling ugh quickly becomes more maniacal and menacing as she leans her face down towards Krvavy, almost pressing their noses together. “Haha~! You~! Want~! Me~! Hahahahahh~! My~! Mate~! Hahahh~! We~! Breed~!”

  The barbarian audibly gulps as Khalia’s hips begin to press downwards, taking in more and more of her shaft with each second. She is almost paralyzed in fear, feeling an abject and instinctual terror that she hasn’t felt since she was a kid. But the worst part is that her Orc’s demented dispy of insane love is actually turning her on. What kind of monster has she created...?

  “Hahaha~! Me~! Love~! You~! Mate~!” Khalia barks out with surprising sincerity, her cws digging into Krvavy’s chest. She suddenly nips at the barbarian’s nose, pyfully nibbling on its tip before her wide tongue pokes past her plump lips and licks across Krvavy’s cheek.

  Khalia closes her eyes just as her hips press down onto the barbarian, the entirety of Krvavy’s colossal cock sheathed inside of her. “Rrwww...” A content sigh escapes past the Orc’s plump lips, her eyes closing as she rolls her hips and grinds her clit against Krvavy’s crotch.

  Pleasure flows through Krvavy as her still-sensitive shaft is massaged by her Orc’s burning warmth. Tight folds crush down onto her length with such strength that it is almost painful.

  Despite the transformation altering Khalia in such a drastic way, her insides still feel fairly simir to what they did before. There is more force squeezing down on the Drakling’s dick and the heat is more intense, but there isn’t anything particurly magical about it. Khalia’s pussy remains as it was before: a perfect hole for Krvavy’s cock.

  Unable to resist her Orc’s surprisingly cute face hovering so close, Krvavy lifts her head up and locks lips with Khalia. Amber-gold eyes shoot open in surprise as the barbarian’s mouth makes contact with her own. That surprise isn’t long lived though, as it quickly shifts into delirious glee.

  -1 Health

  Krvavy’s head clonks back onto the ground as Khalia’s plump lips press down onto her own with a frenzied intensity. The Orc clearly has no idea what she is doing, but she also clearly does not care. Khalia’s excitement and joy is almost contagious, turning the clumsy mashing of her lips into a wonderful experience that overshadows the slight bit of pain her constant nibbling causes.

  The gleeful green-skinned woman doesn’t show any sign of stopping her graceless smooching, so Krvavy decides to take the chance to assert herself.

  -2 Health

  It does not go as pnned.

  Her long tongue is bitten within a second of poking past her lips, sending a stinging pain through Krvavy’s body and causing her eyes to water slightly. Khalia immediately realizes what it is that she has caught, wide eyes twinkling maniacally as her mouth twists into a toothy grin, teeth still locked around the tip of Krvavy’s tongue.

  The Orc slowly pulls her head back, forcing Krvavy to stick out more and more of her tongue lest it get forcibly dragged from her mouth. Without any warning, Khalia’s mouth opens wide and she snaps her head forwards, catching even more of the barbarian’s tongue inside her mouth.

  Krvavy winces as the Were-Beast woman bites down onto her tongue, but Khalia was a lot more gentle this time. The Orc’s teeth dig into the meaty appendage, holding it firmly enough that any attempt to pull it free is just a little painful.

  “Hnhnhnhnh~!” Khalia seems to chuckle around the barbarian’s tongue as she moves her head back in, pressing her plump lips onto Krvavy’s open mouth. Her amber-gold eyes shine with a pyful glint as she begins to suck on Krvavy’s tongue.

  The barbarian gres up at her Orc, but she isn’t one to just ignore a challenge. Her long and dexterous tongue presses into Khalia’s mouth, swirling around the Were-Beast woman’s wide tongue. Krvavy idly notes that her Orc still tastes oddly like a well-seasoned steak as Khalia’s saliva drips down onto her face.

  2.2 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

  “Mmmgh~!” Khalia moans out in surprise as Krvavy’s palm sps down onto her ass with as much force as the barbarian can muster, causing a worryingly small amount of damage. The Orc abruptly pulls herself back, freeing Krvavy’s tongue from her teeth before quickly grabbing onto it with a paw-like hand. Her cwed fingers roll around the serpentine appendage, letting it slowly slide from her grasp back into her Draconic mate’s mouth.

  Krvavy’s hand squeezes down onto Khalia’s firm ass, her own cwed fingers hardly digging into the unyielding muscles that y beneath her Orc’s green skin.

  Khalia seems to find that amusing, as an unsettling chuckle emerges from her throat before she bursts into completely crazed ughter. “Hahahahahh~! Hahhah~! Kiss kiss~! Not enough~! For Mate~!” Her throaty voice cheers out in a singsong tone. “Hahh hahahahah~!”

  With that Khalia finally begins to move her hips up and down, having been content to simply grind herself at the base of Krvavy’s shaft. The Orc frantically bounces in the barbarian’s p, riding Krvavy’s ridged rod like the crazed woman that she apparently is, ughing like a maniac the entire time.

  The all-to-familiar haze of lust surges back into Krvavy’s mind, blurring everything but Khalia to her. The Orc is crouching atop of Krvavy with her powerful legs spread into a squat, muscled thighs tensing as she sms her hips down again and again and again with a primal fury.

  Wet squelches accompany each savage sp, though those lewd sounds are hardly audible beneath Khalia’s continued cackling moans. Her taut and toned belly bulges out from the shaft sheathed inside of her, showing exactly how deep she is taking the barbarian’s rod with each bounce.

  Krvavy’s mind burns with pleasure, her sensitive shaft surrounded by burning folds that cling to her with every move. It is only a matter of time until she is pushed to the edge of orgasm, her body going tense.

  “Hahhah hahahh~!” The Orc gleefully and crazily cackles, smming her hips down even harder as her cwed fingers dig into Krvavy’s shoulders. “Yes~! Haahahh~! Mate~! Breed me~! Breed~! Me~! Hahhahaah~!”

  Pleasure courses through Krvavy as she bucks her hips up into Khalia, not content with being passive as her hefty sack clenches up against her body and her cock begins to unload into her Orc. Thick spurts of cum are shot straight into the Were-Beast woman’s womb, each throbbing twitch sending ecstatic shocks through both of their bodies.

  “AARAAAAAHWOOOOOOO~!” Khalia howls in orgasmic joy, her movements even more rough and erratic as she continues to ride through her pleasure.

  A measure of awareness pierces through the horny haze in Krvavy’s mind, screaming at her inaction. More by instinct than anything, she acts on the impulsive thought. Her hands shoot up and grab onto the Orc’s waist, fingers digging into firm flesh, and at the same time her tail thrashes against the floor.

  4.37 Damage dealt to [Khalia]

  Khalia hardly reacts as the barbarian twists beneath her, toppling the Orc over and sending her violently crashing into the ground. Her body quivers and her legs tense, quickly snapping closed around Krvavy’s waist and locking the Drakling against her strong body with crushing force.

  A st jolt of pleasure runs through Krvavy as she lies atop her Orc. Khalia’s calves squeeze around her back and into the base of her tail, forcing her cockhead to roughly press against the entrance to the Were-Beast woman’s womb as the final spurt of cum shoots out of her shaft.

  The two of them pant out heavily while lying on the ground, simir sized breasts pressing against each other. But enough of Krvavy’s mind has returned for her to know that she can’t just y atop her Orc and catch her breath. Khalia’s hips are starting to move again, so it is only a matter of time until she uses her greater strength to retake control.

  “What... are... you?” The barbarian huffs out those words, doing her best to sound as firm and as forceful as she can despite being rather out of breath. Her hands slide up the Orc’s body, feeling the strength within this green-skinned woman, before pressing down on Khalia’s shoulder, trying to pin her in pce.

  Khalia’s brow furrows and her face twists in confusion, her movements halting as her mind focuses on understanding that question. Suddenly, her amber-gold eyes shoot wide open and she gasps in realization. “Oh! Good girl~! Hahah! Me good gi–”

  “No!” Krvavy snaps out, cutting off her Orc with a harsh flick to the nose. “Good girl’s listen! They... they do what they are told! A good girl wouldn’t have forced herself on me! A good girl would have let me have breakfast first!” She growls out between fading gasps, letting rage revitalize her. “So, what are you?!”

  Khalia’s fluffy ears almost ftten against her head as Krvavy angrily gres at her. Her amber-gold eyes drop down, no longer meeting the barbarian’s gaze, and she slowly turns her head to the side.

  But Krvavy is having none of that. Her hand roughly grabs onto Khalia’s chin, pulling her puppy’s head back and forcing the Orc to look at her. “What. Are. You?” She coldly growls out, repeating her question with even more intensity.

  A whimper squeezes past Khalia’s lips, her face filled with embarrassed shame. “M...me b-ba...” The Were-Beast woman chokes on the words, tears welling up in her amber-gold eyes as she forces herself to speak. “M-me... bad girl...” She whispers, as if saying it any louder would physically hurt her.

  “That’s right.” The barbarian angrily grunts back. “You are a bad girl.”

  Khalia flinches at that, whimpering out pitifully as her plump lips quiver.

  “You don’t want to be a bad girl though, do you?”

  “mnnhhhhhn...” A quiet whine escapes the Orc’s lips as she violently shakes her head back and forth, wordlessly answering ‘no’.

  Krvavy’s mouth twitches into a slight smug smile. “What does a good girl do?”

  “L-listen to Mate! Obey Mate!” Khalia quickly barks out, her amber-gold eyes shining with hope as she begins to blink away her tears.

  “Will you do that? Will you be a good girl for me?”

  “Yes! Yes! YES! Me be good girl for Mate!” The green-skinned woman emphatically shouts, her shaggy tail audibly thumping onto the ground.

  “You aren’t just saying that, are you?” Krvavy idly questions as her thumb trails across Khalia’s soft lips.

  “No! Me be good! Good for Mate! Promise!” Khalia excitedly pants out, her words dripping with sincerity.

  “We will see...” The barbarian quietly states, pushing her thumb into her Orc’s mouth. The green-skinned woman immediately begins to suck on that invading digit, amber-gold eyes pleadingly gazing up at her. Krvavy’s other hand slides down from Khalia’s shoulder, grabbing onto her puppy’s bare breast.

  “Mnnnmh~!” Khalia bites back a moan as the Drakling’s fingers squeeze down on her green-skinned globe. The titflesh is almost unnaturally firm, but there is still enough softness to squish between Krvavy’s fingers. They aren’t anywhere near as pillowy as Inanna’s massive mounds, but they still feel absolutely wonderful to py with...

  The Orc’s dripping hot folds cmp down onto Krvavy’s semi-hard cock. The barbarian bites her bottom lip as she gazes down into the hopeful eyes of her needy little puppy. Krvavy is rather hungry, but... “Guess I should give you a taste of what being a good girl is like, huh~?”

  “Yes! YES! Haahahahh~!” Khalia joyfully cries out as Krvavy’s hips begin to move, the Drakling’s quickly stiffening shaft making audible squelching noises in her cum-filled slit. “Hahahhah~! ARWHOO~!”

  Breakfast can wait a little longer.