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She lowered herself slowly, her internal muscles clenching as his cock rolled into her pussy in one bone-deep thrust. "Ahh! Yes!" Elara threw her head back, her fingers clawing at the scars on his chest through the ruined shirt. She began to move, a frantic, unrefined pace. It was a collision of salt and sweat. Tangled limbs and iron chains. She moved with a raw intensity, her skin sliding against his with a frantic, slick heat. She changed positions, turning around and leaning over the bench seat. Doggie style.

She'd stroke her scales and whisper, "Sleep well, Riri. You're my favorite girl." And then she'd kiss her head. That was their secret. Her lovers would tease her endlessly for it. Elara rolled her eyes whenever Aria gushed about Riri's strength. "She's a snake, little bunny." "She's a goddess in scales," Aria would fire back, sticking out her tongue. "You didn't see her whip her tail at that mutant hound. Sent it flying across the courtyard. Riri's got moves. And — she's a clean freak. She likes baths, okay?"

The position left me completely vulnerable—pussy and asshole on full display. Elena poured a generous amount of lube onto her fingers and pressed one slick digit against my tight rear entrance. I tensed. “Relax,” she cooed, circling the puckered hole slowly. “Mommy’s going to play with both your holes tonight. You’re going to take it all and stay quiet.”