For a long time neither of them moved.
Sol stayed buried inside her, arms still loosely wrapped around her back, the slow leak of his cum already seeping out around the thick base of his cock and dripping onto the moss covered stone.
Veylara's breathing gradually evened out against his chest. The violent trembling faded. The last weak flutters of her pussy around him softened into soft stillness.
Then the haze finally began to clear.
Veylara shifted slightly, a small frown pulling at her brows. Something felt… wrong. Or at least unfamiliar.
A strange, lingering fullness sat deep inside her, heavier and more present than the simple stretch of his cock or the warm mess of his release.
It definitely wasn't pain as her layer 4 body has already adapted to the length and girth of his cock.
