Ignivara's body began to shiver violently. It wasn't just a tremor of cold or exhaustion; it was a deep, primal shudder of her entire nervous system.
Her muscles twitched uncontrollably, her thighs trembling so hard they knocked against the dirt. She felt her mind slipping further into a trance, a hypnotic state where the only thing that existed in the entire universe was the sight of that massive, pulsing, terrifying weapon.
Her thoughts were becoming fragmented, dissolving into a soup of pure, unadulterated awe and terror.
The warrior was gone... The dragon was gone...
There was only the sight of the meat, the heat of the man, and the looming, inevitable sensation of being utterly, completely conquered.
"Look at you, shivering like a frightened pup," Rex mocked, his hand reaching down to grasp the base of his cock, the movement causing the massive shaft to jump and quiver. "Your body knows..."
"Even if your mind tries to fight it, your pussy is already weeping for it..."
