"First of many," Tianlong repeated, his voice vibrating against her lips.
Kaira's silver eyes fluttered, her consciousness wavering on the edge of the abyss. Her womb felt heavy—impossibly full, weighted down by a load so potent it felt like molten lead cooling inside her. But even as the aftershocks of her first orgasm rippled through her copper-toned thighs, something shifted.
Tianlong didn't soften.
Inside her flooded womb, the intruder stirred.
It wasn't shrinking. It wasn't retreating. Instead, it pulsed—once, twice—and grew harder.
'What... what kind of man is this? His body... it doesn't follow normal rules...'
"Wait," Kaira gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "You... you're still..."
"I told you," Tianlong grinned, the expression predatory and terrifyingly charming. "I'm not done. Not even close."
He withdrew slowly.
SQUELCH.
