Compilation Of Short Stories
Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, pulling him over the edge with her.
Thraxnir roared, a sound of infernal triumph, as his own release surged into her, hot and endless. He collapsed over her, his body shuddering, his face buried in her neck.
For long minutes, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint sizzle from the forgotten stove. The air was heavy with the scents of sex, spent magic, and their combined sweat.
Slowly, Thraxnir pushed himself up on his arms, looking down at her. Her hair was a wild mess on the table, her body gloriously wrecked. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across his face.