"Mmph!"
Ada let out a muffled grunt, her mouth falling open as she struggled to suppress a cry. Her breathing slowed, becoming heavy and ragged.
"As I thought, those who specialize in body reinforcement are far more satisfying. You can actually keep up with me. Don't you agree?"
Alistair pulled Ada's hands behind her back, forcing her arched body flush against his. With one hand free, he reached around to claim her impressive chest. Even in his enlarged state, her breasts were a handful—firm, athletic, and standing proudly at the top tier of his growing collection.
Unlike the soft, pillowy yield of women like Mina, Ada's breasts were taut and highly elastic. They lacked that melting softness, but the sheer tension in her muscles provided a different, more primal sort of friction.
"Hah... hah..."
Ada didn't answer. Inside her, the massive, rigid 'Dragon Root' was laying waste to her secret garden. The thick ridges along the shaft scraped relentlessly against her vaginal walls, sending wave after wave of agonizingly sharp pleasure through her nervous system.
Drip, drip...
Lewd fluids leaked from their junction, mixing with a few stray drops of crimson.
"Still a virgin? Perfect. Just the way I like it." Alistair pinched Ada's cheeks, nodding in approval.
"Mwu-lu-lu... So what if I was?" Ada spat back, her words slurred by his grip but her defiance burning bright. "Our bodies are bred for this... we aren't like the weak sows out there. You'll be lucky if you don't blow your load in seconds!"
"Omoshiroi," Alistair chuckled. "Still talking tough in this position? Let's see which mouth is harder to break— the one you speak with, or the one down there."
He let go of her face and gripped her waist with both hands.
"Cough... fine... I'll admit your body is strong for a hatchling, but you won't gain an advantage just by trying to stretch me— AAGH!"
Ada's boast was cut short. Alistair suddenly pressed down with all his weight, the massive rod burying itself all the way into the deepest part of her womb—the sacred chamber meant for storing seeds.
The sudden, violent intrusion of that depth killed the words in her throat. Her eyes bulged as the air left her lungs. Alistair pulled her back up, withdrawing almost the entire length, though the bulbous head remained inside, stretching her lower abdomen into a visible, terrifying protrusion.
Oh, this is bad... Ada thought frantically. He's too big. My techniques don't work when I'm being stretched this thin. Those ridges are relentless... and he's hitting so deep... I'm going to lose to this thing!
Alistair's thrusts became erratic and violent. The waves of pleasure were doubling in intensity with every strike. No matter how strong her will was, her body was revolting against her.
Splat, splat, splat...
The viscous, transparent juices were being whipped into a froth between them. Puddles were forming on the ground around Alistair's feet, and a literal 'waterfall' of fluids trailed down Ada's inner thighs.
"Your body is much more honest than your mouth," Alistair whispered, leaning down to watch her face. Her skin was flushed a deep scarlet, her eyes rolling back as she fought to keep from making a 'mind-broken' face.
"...Fine. You win this round," Ada finally hissed through gritted teeth.
Her internal muscles clamped down hard, trying to lock Alistair's Dragon Root inside her in a desperate, final squeeze.
So, she's reached her limit?
Alistair bared his sharp, draconic teeth. His hips twitched as his girth expanded one final time. The sudden growth was the final straw for Ada. Her internal 'dam' burst, releasing a massive, uncontrollable torrent.
SQUIRT!
A high-pressure jet of fluid erupted from her, splashing across Alistair's torso. The sheer volume of her release made even Alistair pause in surprise. The 'water cannon' lasted for several seconds until he was practically drenched.
"Ada, I don't think you're a Dark Elf," Alistair said, watching the liquid drip from his legs. "You should be reclassified as a Water Elf."
"I lost the bet. Do whatever you want," Ada panted, completely spent.
"Good. Turn around. Give me your back."
Alistair wasn't done. Ada's fountain had pushed him right to the edge. Now, she was completely submissive, turning around without a word and bracing herself for the final impact.
"Nn-ah~!"
She no longer tried to hide her screams. Alistair's hands returned to her breasts, kneading the firm flesh as he prepared to fire. The heat in his groin was reaching a boiling point.
As his breathing peaked, his member pulsed and grew even larger.
"AAAAHHH!"
Ada screamed as Alistair's 'Dragon Root' erupted, pumping thick, white 'lava'—his very lifeblood turned to liquid—deep into her overfilled womb.
Gulp, gulp...
Even though she was already full, the eruption didn't stop. The white cream overflowed from their connection, painting her thighs in a thick, sticky glaze.