Kept filling her.
Until the pressure was so much that cum leaked from her mouth.
From her nose.
Sol gasped and almost choked on his cum.
Her eyes went wide as gold tears left her eyes and streamed down her brown skin.
But she didn't push him away, she took everything he had to give.
Korin groaned.
"That's it. Good little queen.” His hips jerked. More cum poured into her.
"You're going to take my brother's cock too," Korin snarled. "Going to take both of us at the same time.”
“Oh!”
“Going to be so full of our cocks and cum that you won't be able to think about anything else."
Sol whimpered and her body trembled beneath him.
"We're your slaves for pleasure. For comfort. For whatever you need. We'll fuck you until you can't walk. Until you're addicted. Until you can't live without us inside you."
“Oh, king!”
"You're going to swell with our young, little queen," he snarled against her ear. "Going to keep you plugged and leaking for days.Our perfect cum-dump queen, addicted to dragon seed until you beg for more every waking hour."
One more pulse.
One more wave of cum.
And finally, it stopped.
"Dear Gods!" Korin collapsed on top of her. His chest heaved. His body was spent. The beast retreated slowly, pulling back behind his ribs like a tide going out. His vision faded from gold back to normal. The scales that had been trying to push out of his arms sank down and disappeared.
He was himself again.
Emptied.
Shaking.
And the room was still burning.
The bed was a wreck.
Flames licked the walls. The silk sheets beneath and around them had blackened to ash. The carved bedposts glowed molten orange. Smoke curled upward in lazy spirals.
Meanwhile, ice covered the ceiling.
But his queen was okay.
The gold chain of their soul bond settled and then went invisible. But it was still there, he could feel Sol's heartbeat through it—slower now, calming, her ice cooling to a gentle frost that soothed his scorched insides.
He lifted his head and gazed at her.
Although she was panting, she was smiling.
