The word came anyway. In her mind. Unbidden. The word that he had used. In the cave. The word that she had heard — not with her ears, with her body. The word that her body had responded to. The word that her body was responding to now.
She was a bitch.
His bitch.
He climbed.
Onto the bed. His body — normal-sized, human, small compared to hers — was on the silk. Between her legs. His cock — still hard, still wet, still enlarged — was against her pussy. Against the wet, swollen, post-orgasmic pussy.
He grabbed her hips.
His hands on her scaled hips. His fingers on the sea-blue scales. He held. He positioned. He angled.
He slammed.
PAAAH—
"AAAAHH—!!"
The cock went in. Deep. To the cervix. The impact. The head against the sensitive, sore, post-orgasmic cervix. The pleasure — the overstimulated, too-much, almost-painful pleasure — hit.
"Hahh... n-no... t-too much... I just... c-came... I cannot... AAANGH—!!"
He did not stop.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
