Kael's hips moved with a rhythm that was neither fast nor slow—just relentless. Each thrust pushed deeper into Seraya's tight, virgin pussy, stretching her walls in ways they'd never been stretched before. Her jade-green legs were wrapped around his waist, her iridescent scales catching the turquoise glow of the soul well with every impact.
"Take it out!" she gasped, her voice cracking. "Take it out!"
Her fists beat weakly against his chest.
"You can't tell me to take it out," Kael murmured, his voice a low purr against her ear, "when your pussy is clenching so tightly around me."
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The wet sounds of their joining echoed through the chamber. Her arousal, mixed with the thin trickle of blood from her torn hymen, coated his shaft with every stroke. The turquoise water of the soul well lapped gently at the edges of the pool, a calm counterpoint to the frantic sounds of their fucking.
