[ It almost feels like a feverish dream to him at this stage. They've been passionate with one another, even had to curb themselves from doing anything too risqué in otherwise public areas, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. If it weren't for their strong willpower, he would have pulled her into the nearest private room of that palace and 'weathered the storm' with her. It's a thought that only dared cross his mind after they started dating. When he felt it was okay to let those little fantasies of his play out in his mind. Some of them? He was perfectly content with keeping in dreams. Others, on the other hand... ]
Fuck, it's so hot...
[ Well. He would have thought this would have have remained a dream too, were it not for the fact that he was pumping her womb so full with thick, lupine cum. So full, that it was as if he really was breeding her, her belly taut and faintly swelling with such a dangerous amount. Seeing her press a hand over it would earn the dirty little rabbit another turgid throb as the tip of his cock nudges on her womb, the excess that leaves her insides and his measure painted white.
It's so slippery inside, his knotted cock overly sensitive now. It's like what little of his human mind remained was telling him he needed to stop. That this much pleasure couldn't be good for either one of them. But then he just feels the way her pussy tightens on his dick, the audible squelch as some of that locked in cum manages to spill. As he feels his balls rendered sore yet still producing because the bestial state he's been left in tells him that he needs to get her knocked up. That somehow this wasn't enough. That somehow Ayaka needed to take everything from him, mind and body and soul.
She's still rocking her hips for you, Cloud. She still wants another load. Bloat her womb to the point where if either of them dared to be apart by the ways of this world, no one else could leave her feeling this full. He'll take care of her. The mess. The soreness. The twitching sense of oversensitivity. Whether she milks his dick dry of another load, or another beyond that...they'd leave here together. And after she was given a fleeting reprieve behind closed doors? She'd get filled right back up again. Until this curse breaks when dawn does, and they were left floored by their actions the night before.
Here and now though? He was going to keep grinding and pumping her cunt full of his semen. He was going to steal her breath away despite his lack of it as he places his lips over hers with a kiss, swirling his tongue amidst grinding thrusts into her pussy. Churning her insides and leaving his cum nice and frothy between their legs. ]
I love you—
[ He stakes his claim. She's the only one who gets to hear those words. Who gets his cock in this way. Who gets to wake up by his side, as much as he's been blessed to have her in turn. ]
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Fuck, it's so hot...
[ Well. He would have thought this would have have remained a dream too, were it not for the fact that he was pumping her womb so full with thick, lupine cum. So full, that it was as if he really was breeding her, her belly taut and faintly swelling with such a dangerous amount. Seeing her press a hand over it would earn the dirty little rabbit another turgid throb as the tip of his cock nudges on her womb, the excess that leaves her insides and his measure painted white.
It's so slippery inside, his knotted cock overly sensitive now. It's like what little of his human mind remained was telling him he needed to stop. That this much pleasure couldn't be good for either one of them. But then he just feels the way her pussy tightens on his dick, the audible squelch as some of that locked in cum manages to spill. As he feels his balls rendered sore yet still producing because the bestial state he's been left in tells him that he needs to get her knocked up. That somehow this wasn't enough. That somehow Ayaka needed to take everything from him, mind and body and soul.
She's still rocking her hips for you, Cloud. She still wants another load. Bloat her womb to the point where if either of them dared to be apart by the ways of this world, no one else could leave her feeling this full. He'll take care of her. The mess. The soreness. The twitching sense of oversensitivity. Whether she milks his dick dry of another load, or another beyond that...they'd leave here together. And after she was given a fleeting reprieve behind closed doors? She'd get filled right back up again. Until this curse breaks when dawn does, and they were left floored by their actions the night before.
Here and now though? He was going to keep grinding and pumping her cunt full of his semen. He was going to steal her breath away despite his lack of it as he places his lips over hers with a kiss, swirling his tongue amidst grinding thrusts into her pussy. Churning her insides and leaving his cum nice and frothy between their legs. ]
I love you—
[ He stakes his claim. She's the only one who gets to hear those words. Who gets his cock in this way. Who gets to wake up by his side, as much as he's been blessed to have her in turn. ]