Kaiser didn't reply. He simply stared at her for a moment. Without a word, his fingers moved to the buckle of his belt. He lowered the zipper of his pants, freeing his dragon. It sprang out, already hard, impressive in its thickness, veins bulging under the taut skin.
Merlin watched the scene, lips parted over her white teeth, short breaths lifting her heavy breasts. "Kaiser…" she breathed.
He ignored her, grabbing her wide hips with both hands, fingers sinking into the pale, damp flesh. He pulled her to the edge of the desk. The wood creaked under the sudden movement. With one thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt, stretching her hot, wet walls.
"Haaaaaannn…" Merlin threw her head back, neck straining. A long, hoarse moan, almost a muffled scream, escaped her tight throat. Her orange eyes widened. "It's… It's too… it's too big…" she gasped.
