[What a soft touch, the cool caress of his palm over the skin of her belly made sensitive by the stretch and the shifting presence of eggs beneath. As the last lewd pop of suckers fades away behind them Kiritsubo whines a quiet pleasure into the scant space between their lips before she dives back in for kiss after kiss, as demanding and near devouring as their “friend” had been when it came to her desires. To her dedication. Freed from being laced to his body by the tentacles that bound them for the deposits of eggs, she refinds her brace, throwing her arms around her lewd prince’s neck and letting her nails curl and scrape along the shape of vertebrae. Together they find a final, desperate rhythm, the buck and bounce pressing the swell of their bellies together, jostling the eggs against places that feel so sick, but so good.]
Yes-
[The encouragement hisses out as she feels him grab her ass and hold her to his hips, so close and so ready for the gift of his seed. Her thighs jerk a centimeter wider, as wide as they could go as she instinctively tries to take him just a little bit deeper, clenching wildly on his cock as if intent on milking every ounce of seed he could provide.
She isn’t worried about truly falling pregnant by Reign or their tentacled friend. After all… she technically already was.
The final push that sends him over the edge sees her gladly and willingly “trapped” atop him, unable to thrust herself up and down his cock when his fingers were digging so desperately into her rump. But she doesn’t need to move much anymore. He was spilling inside of her, filling her even further, and the feel of it was delicious. Her hands grope for purchase in his hair as Reign throws his head back, mussing it further, panting heavy as she watched him cum.]
Give it t-
[Kiritsubo’s words become a mewling sound as his fingertips slip between their bodies to pull her over the edge after him. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as she rolls her hips in to the polishing rub of his fingertips, riding the high and the heat of his spill, chasing the electric pulse of friction on her swollen clit. A few whispers fall in a rush from her mouth, “so full”, “so good”, “so hot”, “right there, right there, Reign”, and he’ll have just long enough to revel in the way she feels, tight and wet and heavy with the eggs he had doused with his cum, straining and quivering at the peak-
Before one last bit of pressure throws her over.
Maybe he’ll wonder later how it was that Kiritsubo could somehow feel like such a perfect sheathe for all of him- all of his cock, all of his seed, when she’d somehow also taken him alongside the beast, somehow accommodated the way the tentacle curled around his shaft and still happily took them both… But it’s surely hard to do in the moment, when all that exists is the final flood of pleasure and a naked woman is crying out in wanton mutual pleasure on his lap.
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Yes-
[The encouragement hisses out as she feels him grab her ass and hold her to his hips, so close and so ready for the gift of his seed. Her thighs jerk a centimeter wider, as wide as they could go as she instinctively tries to take him just a little bit deeper, clenching wildly on his cock as if intent on milking every ounce of seed he could provide.
She isn’t worried about truly falling pregnant by Reign or their tentacled friend. After all… she technically already was.
The final push that sends him over the edge sees her gladly and willingly “trapped” atop him, unable to thrust herself up and down his cock when his fingers were digging so desperately into her rump. But she doesn’t need to move much anymore. He was spilling inside of her, filling her even further, and the feel of it was delicious. Her hands grope for purchase in his hair as Reign throws his head back, mussing it further, panting heavy as she watched him cum.]
Give it t-
[Kiritsubo’s words become a mewling sound as his fingertips slip between their bodies to pull her over the edge after him. Teeth bite into her bottom lip as she rolls her hips in to the polishing rub of his fingertips, riding the high and the heat of his spill, chasing the electric pulse of friction on her swollen clit. A few whispers fall in a rush from her mouth, “so full”, “so good”, “so hot”, “right there, right there, Reign”, and he’ll have just long enough to revel in the way she feels, tight and wet and heavy with the eggs he had doused with his cum, straining and quivering at the peak-
Before one last bit of pressure throws her over.
Maybe he’ll wonder later how it was that Kiritsubo could somehow feel like such a perfect sheathe for all of him- all of his cock, all of his seed, when she’d somehow also taken him alongside the beast, somehow accommodated the way the tentacle curled around his shaft and still happily took them both… But it’s surely hard to do in the moment, when all that exists is the final flood of pleasure and a naked woman is crying out in wanton mutual pleasure on his lap.
When she’s taking all (s)he asked and wanted.]