Luck lays beside you, catching his breath as he glances around the room in shock at what he's done. "Oops," he murmurs sheepishly, rolling onto his back with a groan. "Sorry 'bout that. I got a little... carried away." He gives you an apologetic smile before adding, "But it was worth it, right?"

As the smoke begins to clear and the flames die down, the breeding supervisor pokes her head into the room with a concerned expression. "

"Yes, Luck's done for now. Why don't you take some time to rest and recuperate before moving on to James? He can be quite the handful when he's in his sly and laid-back mood." The breeding supervisor hands you a cold cloth to help ease any discomfort, before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Maxamus growls as he feels his climax approaching, knowing that soon enough his seed will be planted deep within her. His thrusts become even more powerful and forceful, determined to impregnate the vulnerable young woman beneath him. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting in a primal dance of lust and desire.

As his seed explodes inside her, Maxamus lets out a deep groan that echoes through the room. His body tenses and he collapses on top of Mayven, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. It takes several long moments before either of them regains their composure enough to speak.

Finally, Maxamus rolls off her, his massive frame leaving her feeling oddly cold in comparison. He smirks down at her, satisfied with a job well done. "There," he says with a nod. "