Ah, yes, that's exactly what he needed--a load of hot dragonkin cum directly poured into his hungry cloaca. It honestly does feel like he was starved for it, and now that he's finally got some he can finally reach his own climax.
But not quite yet.
Even while she's busy filling him up, he's still unrepentantly drilling his tentacle farther inside of her as if he had no regard to his own orgasm. Because, let's face it, he really doesn't. He's gotten so far up her ass that he can't stop until he can find out if she really can take it all--or find out where her limit is. And soon enough, he'll find it, and during her post-orgasm phase she'll get to enjoy the sensation of being comfortably stretched to her limit.
Impressive, he thinks to himself, and sees even more potential in her--he'd love nothing more than to train her ass even further, given a lot more lube and a hell of a lot more patience than he has right now, but they'll just have to make plans for that later.
Instead, he continues to push upward--not necessarily into her, though it would have been if she still had more room for him--lifting her body up out of the water. And, provided she doesn't try to squirm, she'll balance naturally on nothing but his fat tentacle while it undulates and squirms underneath her flesh, looking like some kind of creature frantically nesting in her belly.
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But not quite yet.
Even while she's busy filling him up, he's still unrepentantly drilling his tentacle farther inside of her as if he had no regard to his own orgasm. Because, let's face it, he really doesn't. He's gotten so far up her ass that he can't stop until he can find out if she really can take it all--or find out where her limit is. And soon enough, he'll find it, and during her post-orgasm phase she'll get to enjoy the sensation of being comfortably stretched to her limit.
Impressive, he thinks to himself, and sees even more potential in her--he'd love nothing more than to train her ass even further, given a lot more lube and a hell of a lot more patience than he has right now, but they'll just have to make plans for that later.
Instead, he continues to push upward--not necessarily into her, though it would have been if she still had more room for him--lifting her body up out of the water. And, provided she doesn't try to squirm, she'll balance naturally on nothing but his fat tentacle while it undulates and squirms underneath her flesh, looking like some kind of creature frantically nesting in her belly.