As Helga's hips danced on top of Raven's cock, she pressed right under her belly where she could feel him stretching her body. The pulse of his veins, the throbbing of his shaft, felt as much on the inside as outside, like a loving caress, just far more intimate.
The rush of orgasmic joy sparked her skin like the bursting bubbly wine. Relishing that sensation, the valkyrie reached into her dimensional pocket and brought out a half-empty bottle of dragon's blood wine. Taking a deep gulp herself first, she poured it down her tits and forced Raven's face against her chest.
Licking her breast and biting down on her nipples, the hero teased her some more–all the while Helga's hips gyrated over his hips like an eccentric bellydancer. As he suckled and teased her breasts some more, the valkyrie's pussy tightened around his cock. Squeezing him as his monstrous shaft forced its way deeper and deeper in, while she gasped.
