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[ she breaks out laughing, broken and raspy, and gives him a particularly indulgent squeeze with her tail. ]

All wizards are!

[ it fits perfectly hand in hand with the ego. fantasies and fantasies. ]

What—what will you d—do about it?

Ha... not like you, I bet...

[As naughty as her, he means. Look at her, spread wide, getting fucked like a good little wizard (the opposite of what he just said), her cunt glistening with wetness and blood and her entire body practically bent for his convenience. How she bobs and sways when he drives himself into her, how her tail squeezes him so generously.

And how she laughs during it all, nothing but encouragement.]

I'll keep you satisfied, Sprezzatura. I'll... [Pleasure and pressure building. At this rate, at this pace, feeling no need to hold back, it's now a sprint to the finish line; but at least it'll be so wonderful on the way there.] Tend to... to your every need, every curiosity. Push everything out of your mind except for my cock buried deep inside of you. Think only of me.

[ doesn't she just present herself for the fucking so well? a body that moves as it needs to, bears what discomforts it must, so that its holes can get filled. he speaks like that and she throbs precisely where he sheathes into her. ]

Well you still—seep from me even tomorrow? Blood and semen soaking my panties?

[Again, she paints a lewd and pretty picture. Coupled with the constant stimulation of their fucking, even a bit of mental stimulation pushes him closer to the edge. Makes him nigh dizzy, how much he wants to chase it, and his reply is tellingly disjointed—]

Y…es, a reminder of me between your— ah, fuck, Sprezzatura—

[ there: the telltale stiffening, that feeling of his cock straining impossibly harder. she swallows down another laugh, another groan, and she tosses her face wildly to feel the cool press of the sheets. he's big. he's so big, how did he fit...?

cries out, exulting tones, ] Come in me! Come in me, come in me until I am bloated with it!

[And she hugs him so well, feels so soft from every angle, how did he not come before now?

The last few thrusts of Henry’s are predictable, but that doesn’t take away from their intensity. Every muscle goes stiff in his abdomen, and in the final moments before his orgasm cascades through him, he fucks her like she’s the only thing keeping him alive.

And then, gripping harder, pressing in, his jaw set hard, his heart about to explode in his ribs, he comes. His cock twitches and pulses from within; the way he spills himself inside of her is just another layer of spreading warmth from within.]

[ his balls held in the clutch of her tail, those swollen pulses felt both outside and in. her belly aches—bloated, yes, and still lightly cramping. oil and semen being forced to share a small place. ]

Mammon! Yes!!

[ oh, she feels good. look at his face when he comes, that's such a good face. she rocks herself beneath him so that she humps against his groin in little stuttering pulses while he's still hard, pulses that make obscene sounds, everything starting to leak out around the plug of Henry's cock.

she wants to kiss him. ]

Yes! Yes, yessss.......!

[Henry’s conscious mind has practically flown to pieces in the intensity of that orgasm, and the stuttering waves and pulses that always follow in its wake. Her wriggling, humping movements beneath him extend that bliss to its most truncated point, peaking to perfection and spilling over the edge into overstimulation. A moan spills from him, low yet still a whine, and he thinks he can feel the way everything inside of her is trying to seep out from where he’s seated inside. As though she can only accommodate so much, and the rest can only slowly eke out to make room.

She sounds so… so wonderful, he wishes he could make her sound like that all of the time.]

A-ahh…

[Archies his back, straightening, pushing as fully into her as he can, making them both drip more fervently than before.]

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