As they walk through the castle, Sheena leads Carl past grand halls adorned with tapestries depicting great battles and heroic deeds from ages past. Servants bow their heads in respect as you pass, some even casting curious glances at your presence here today. The dragoness pauses before a set of double doors made of intricately carved wood and inlaid with precious gems.

"This," she says proudly, gesturing for you to enter first, "is my private chamber."

The dragoness follows you inside her private chamber, taking care not to brush against any of the delicate artifacts or tapestries that adorn the walls. The room is designed to resemble a grand throne room from ancient times, with a massive stone throne dominating one end and a cozy sitting area near the other.

"Please," Sheena says warmly, gesturing for you to take a seat on one of the plush couches. "Tell me, Carl , what has been going on in your life since we last spoke?"

Her golden eyes close as she feels your body respond to her touch, arching into her with each thrust. With a low growl, she leans forward, pressing her breasts against your back and cupping your face in her hands. "You're mine," she whispers harshly, her claws digging deeper still as she takes what is hers, claiming you completely.

Her hips move faster now, harder, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as she milks every last drop of submission from you. "Say it,"

With each thrust she feels him growing harder beneath her, his body arching into hers as if begging for more. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, the word tumbling out in a desperate plea. His back is slick with sweat and their combined scents fill the air, making it impossible to ignore the intensity of their connection.

With one final thrust, her body convulses around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of them as she cries out his name, the sound echoing in the steamy bathroom.