He buried his snout into her still dripping pussy and took in her scent, drooling heavily and digging his claws into the marble floor. Oh, she wanted to breed alright. She wanted to be stuffed and stretched and used; and he was happy to oblige her.
His poor Sapphira, suffering for attention. How could he deny her any longer? His tongue slithered out and buried into her gushing pussy, working the sensitive walls perfectly as the thicker part rubbed her clit with each pump of his tongue.
He snarled lowly, drooling already. She was so sweet, so deliciously mouth watering that if it weren't for his band he would probably revert to his primal urges just from being near her.
He licked his chops before moving over her, pressing the tip of his cock to her lips. He smelled...so good. So strong and powerful and robust. So absolutely hers.
He bared his pointed teeth and forced his cock passed her lips and down her throat. He yowled and rocked his hips, throat fucking her as if he was buried into her tight heat. He had to dig into the marble again just to keep stable.
His ridges felt so good against her throat, his thrusts powerful and deep, as if he were merely using her. He was, he knew she loved when he used her. Like he didn't care, like he only wanted her body. She was odd but he like it about her.