Deep grunts echoed in a grand room, along with muffled moans. Medusa, whose face was against the pillow, held the quilt tightly as she jerked to his hard thrusts.
His hands kept fondling her mounds while he leaned against her back, grunting as he smashed deep into her.
After being ravaged for an unknown time, Medusa found herself inside his bedroom, where they continued.
As dragons, their stamina and sexual needs were much higher than those of other races, and while she had been drained of her strength, Medusa still raised her ass, giving him better access.
"I'm close…!" He grunts, lets go of her mounds, and grabs her hair, tugging it back without much force.
Releasing his hot load, Medusa gasped, and her claws sank into the mattress as sweat dripped from her forehead.
As he removed his shaft, his excess load gushed out, yet Medusa didn't care as she could feel her womb being bloated.
