Against the cervix. Through the broken hymen. Into the womb. The head — the enormous, swollen head — entered. The womb — the dragon's womb, the chamber that had held the egg, the space that was the most protected place in the empire — was breached. The cock was inside. Inside the womb. Inside the Empress. Inside the being who had believed herself untouchable.
The texture.
Raven felt it. The sensation. The feeling of fucking a dragon. The walls of the womb — not like human walls. Not soft. Not yielding. Dense. Firm. The muscles — the dragon's muscles, the muscles that could crush stone — were around his cock. Not crushing. Not yet. The muscles were — contracting. Involuntarily. The shock. The trauma. The body's response to invasion. The muscles clenched. The walls tightened. The cock was gripped.
The sensation was — overwhelming.
