LYRA

I could feel the folds stretched to the limit, our fluids splashing with every thrust… I loved it, couldn’t stop, it was like my own aphrodisiac drug.

Shivers of pleasure shot down my spine, I was on the edge of ecstasy, but my primal side craved one last push.

“Ah, ah, ah, cum inside me, give it to me, my male, give me your knot… mmmm…” I sat up on my knees, with him still connected to my back, pounding from below as I rocked against his pelvis.

One of his hands wrapped tightly around my neck, the other gripped my hip.

His moans in my ear pushed me toward the edge of pleasure.

His balls smacked rhythmically against my ass, until after two or three deep thrusts, they were almost buried in my slit.

With a deep growl, I felt his hot streams spill inside, filling me, pleasing me, triggering my own release.

Sweat poured like water, sliding over our slick skin.

The mist around us reeked of sex and heat.

I closed my eyes, seeing stars, lost in a sea of orgasm—but the next second, I was