The torchlit chamber pulsed with the afterglow of their raw, unrelenting union, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, sex, and cedar smoke. Shadows flickered across the stone walls, mirroring the erratic rhythm of their still-racing hearts. Rykarion, his towering frame glistening with a sheen of sweat, loomed over Meyra, who lay sprawled across the wooden table, her chest heaving, her body trembling from the cascade of orgasms that had left her pussy swollen and slick. The dragon's golden eyes, slit with obsidian, burned with a hunger that hadn't yet been sated, a primal glint promising more. Meyra's lips curved into a weary but defiant smile, her body aching yet craving, her mind dizzy with the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that only a creature like Rykarion could deliver.
Rykarion's gaze raked over her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin, the way her thighs glistened with their combined fluids, and the faint bruises blooming on her hips where his fingers had gripped her with draconic strength. His cock, still heavy and half-hard, twitched at the sight, already stirring with renewed need. "You're a mess, love," he rumbled, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh shiver through Meyra's core. He reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the curve of her ass, dipping lower to brush against her dripping folds. Her pussy clenched at the touch, oversensitive but greedy, and she let out a soft, involuntary whimper, her body arching instinctively toward him.
Meyra's breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his as she pushed herself up on her elbows, her voice husky but laced with challenge. "You think you're the only one who can keep going?" she teased, though her trembling legs betrayed the effort it took to speak. Her pussy throbbed, still stretched from his relentless thrusts, the slick heat of his cum dripping down her thighs, mingling with her own arousal. The sensation was filthy, intoxicating, and it fueled the fire still burning in her belly.
Rykarion's smirk widened, a predatory edge to it as he stepped closer, his cock hardening fully at her words. "Oh, I'm counting on it," he said, his tone dripping with dark promise. Without warning, he grabbed her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the table. Meyra gasped, her body sliding across the rough wood, the friction against her back sending a jolt of sensation through her already overstimulated nerves. He spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy—red, swollen, and glistening with their mingled fluids. The sight drew a low growl from his throat, his eyes darkening with lust as he ran a finger through her slick folds, watching her shiver under his touch.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough as gravel. "This pussy's begging for more." His finger circled her clit, slow and deliberate, and Meyra's hips bucked, a desperate moan escaping her lips as her pussy clenched, aching for him despite the intensity of their earlier fucking. Her folds pulsed, slick and sensitive, and the faintest brush of his touch sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her.
"Rykarion, please," Meyra gasped, her voice breaking as she reached for him, her fingers digging into his forearms. Her body was a live wire, every nerve screaming for release even as it teetered on the edge of overstimulation. She wanted him—needed him—inside her again, to fill the aching void only his cock could satisfy.
He didn't make her wait long. With a guttural grunt, Rykarion positioned himself between her thighs, his cock thick and throbbing as he rubbed the head against her slick entrance. Her pussy quivered, the lips parting eagerly as he teased her, sliding the tip through her folds, coating himself in her wetness. The sensation was maddening, and Meyra's head fell back, a low, keening moan spilling from her lips as she pushed her hips toward him, desperate for more.
*"Fuck… please!"* she cried, her voice raw, her body trembling with need. Rykarion's eyes gleamed, and with one swift, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock stretching her pussy wide, the burn of it making her scream. Her walls gripped him tightly, pulsing around his length as he filled her to the hilt, the head of his cock pressing deep, nudging against her cervix with every thrust. The table creaked beneath them, the wood groaning under the force of his movements as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers with relentless intensity.
Meyra's moans filled the chamber, high and desperate, mingling with Rykarion's primal grunts. *"Unh… fuck… yes!"* His cock slid in and out, slick with her arousal and his earlier release, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding echoing off the stone walls. Her pussy was a furnace, hot and tight, clenching around him with every thrust, the friction driving her toward another shattering climax. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails on his skin, and he growled, the sound vibrating through her as he fucked her harder, deeper, claiming every inch of her.
Rykarion shifted, hooking one of Meyra's legs over his shoulder, opening her wider, changing the angle so his cock hit that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke. Her eyes rolled back, her body arching off the table as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Oh gods, right there!" she screamed, her pussy spasming, the walls fluttering wildly as another orgasm built, fast and unstoppable. Her clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive, and when Rykarion's thumb found it, rubbing in tight, relentless circles, she shattered.
*"Fuck… Rykarion!"* Her scream was raw, broken, as her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Her body convulsed, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the orgasm tore her apart, leaving her dizzy and gasping. Rykarion didn't slow, his thrusts growing erratic, his own release building as her pussy gripped him like a vise, the slick heat driving him to the edge.
With a roar that shook the chamber, he came, his cock pulsing as he flooded her with hot, thick cum. The sensation sent Meyra spiraling into another climax, her pussy clenching so tightly it felt like she'd pull him in forever. Her screams mingled with his growls, the sound primal and unrestrained as they rode out their shared release, their bodies locked together in a haze of sweat and pleasure.
They collapsed against the table, Rykarion's weight pinning Meyra beneath him, their breaths harsh and uneven. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, the torches casting a warm glow over their tangled bodies. Meyra's pussy still pulsed with aftershocks, her thighs slick with cum and arousal, her body utterly spent but humming with satisfaction. Rykarion's chest heaved, his golden eyes half-lidded as he looked down at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"You're something else," he murmured, his voice low and rough, his fingers brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. Meyra's lips curved into a tired but contented smile, her body still tingling from the intensity of their coupling.
"And you're… impossible," she replied, her voice soft but laced with humor, her eyes glinting with a mix of exhaustion and defiance. They lay there for a moment, the world narrowing to the heat of their bodies, the rhythm of their breaths, and the lingering pulse of pleasure that bound them together in the flickering light of the chamber.
[Ding]