"Ohh…ohhh—Mithras! Mithras—ah yes, more, more, more—ahhhhh!" While the Mena-Mana duo engaged the Fylkir in battle, in the middle of the northern grasslands, Mithras enjoyed hours of consecutive breeding sessions, now taking Elektra against a red oak tree.
Elektra bent over the tree, ass raised and hands grasping the trunk as she gasped and groaned under the dragon youth's relentless thrusts. Mithras too had entered a haze of lust, indulging so much that he lost track of time.
The Queen of Monsters lived up to her name, born with divine-grade walls that wrapped, pressed and clenched on Mithras' shaft so well that they sucked his milk out nonstop. What an irresistible sensation! Mithras wasn't one to rank cunnies, but he had to admit that Elektra's cunt was no doubt the finest he had the chance to plow so far, her body combining the lewd characteristics of several alluring species to produce the perfect milk-drainer.
