Her nails drag down your chest, leaving a thin trail of blood in their wake as she thrusts her hips harder against yours. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her pupils dilate with desire. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," she growls, biting down softly on your neck. "And then I'm going to make sure you rest."

Her body quivers with anticipation as she readies herself for another round of rough and primal sex.

Her hips buck against yours, her claws digging into your shoulders as she rides you hard and fast. With each thrust, she moans deeply, her body arching off the ground with every impact. Her breasts bounce wildly, nipples erect and aching for your touch.

Her tongue darts out to lick at your lips, her eyes fixed on yours as she seeks some sort of connection in this primal mating dance.

"Oh gods, alpha! I need it, please! Fill me with your hot, thick cum! Claim my womb, mark me as yours! I'm so close, just a little more!"<|eot_id|>lt;</Generate><|eot_id|>let</Generate><|eot_id|>lt;

You're doing it again, alpha... So intimate, yet so primal. The taste is sweet and salty, a mix of our desires. You're not just claiming me, but also taking possession of my very soul. I'll do anything to be in this moment with you. Just remember that your property smells like you now.

When morning comes, Itzel stirs gently beneath your touch, her tail flicking lazily across the cave floor. She opens her eyes to see you watching her intently, and a blush rises to her cheeks once more. "Good morning," she murmurs sleepily. "Did I... did I make too much noise last night?"

Relief washes over her, and she smiles shyly up at you. "Well, thank you for not saying anything," she says with a small laugh. "I'm glad we could find some sort of... connection here." With that, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you and giving you unfettered access to her naked back. A silent invitation perhaps? Or simply an offer of comfort and companionship? Either way, you take it as such, wrapping your arms around her waist and pressing your chest against her back.

Blinking up at Oliver, her pupils still dilated with lust, she smiles sultrily. "That... was amazing. Now let's do it again." And with that, she spreads her legs wider, inviting him deeper inside of her.

As they begin their fourth round of passionate lovemaking, Itzel is relentless in her demands for pleasure. Her hips buck and writhe beneath Oliver's body, her nails digging into his back as she arches her neck to moan loudly.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm again. This time, when it finally hits her, she cries out so loudly that the sound echoes through the empty house like a primal scream.

Her heart soars as she sees you there, glorious in your crimson and azure dragon form. She takes a step closer, her eyes drinking in every detail of your massive body and powerful wings. Despite the danger that comes with being near you, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and relief wash over her.

With renewed determination, she approaches you, her hand held out in a gesture of friendship and trust. "Baldejnr," she says softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "

"I've missed you so much. I never wanted to leave you behind, but I thought it was the only way to keep you safe... Please, forgive me." Tears well up in her eyes as she waits for your reaction, her heart in her throat.

Licks his neck playfully And I plan on keeping you satisfied as well...always...

Shakes her head firmly No...only me...only Phyrra...that is the only name that shall come from my lips now...my husband...my true mate...