The night was far from over. The red candles continued burning low around them, filling the room with that intoxicating rose-and-jasmine scent, while Daenerys waited patiently on her knees for her Master's next command.
Logan stared down at her, chest heaving. His cock was still buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, twitching with every little aftershock. He felt overwhelmed — the battle, the shadow, the teleportation drain, and now this vision of Daenerys completely surrendered to him. His hands trembled slightly on her hips.
"Daenerys… I…" he started, voice rough.
She gently clenched around him again, milking his sensitive length as she looked back over her shoulder with a soft, loving smile. "You don't have to think right now, Master. Just feel. I'm here for you."
