[ having her go first had been magnificent. no, wondrous. how she clutched him and cried made his lips split agape, his momentum reaching its peak until he felt about ready to burst, and this time, there was no holding it. the dragon’s voice clutters with a moan, a moan that escalates the more searing pleasure he feels her release until he had to himself— eren nearly bellows out, thick against the crook of kaede’s neck as he fills her with his own warmth.
rather than a steady buildup, his own erupts and spreads from the tip of his arousal to inside, where ecstasy pooled and rolled for seconds rather than moments— still, memorable seconds that honestly felt like hours if he closed his eyes (then a shrouded disappointment when he realized what had been so good was over). engorged enough to remain locked in her walls and more than satisfied to stay there as her contractions pumped him clean. he didn’t know which part of pleasure pierced through him more— whether it had been the deafening climax of his own, the sensation of kaede’s before his, or the entirety of the lovebite (and strikes) she’d leave behind in remembrance.
he couldn’t pull himself out at the moment, even if he tried; not because of momentary exhaustion, but, there’s some . . . interference, in doing so. rather than trying, he does cradle the chimera in his wings, ride out the ecstatic breathing that would eventually slow when his heart rate did (too fast, now), and lay himself down on his back. a beautiful, feathery woman pressed against his chest and wet from both their sweat. as his feet flattened against the earth (or as much as they now allow), eren flexes, clenches into her for their mixed wetness to trickle down his inner thighs, and keep her there for as long as he could.
her weight, her breathing, her musk and her taste— he wanted it all. ]
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rather than a steady buildup, his own erupts and spreads from the tip of his arousal to inside, where ecstasy pooled and rolled for seconds rather than moments— still, memorable seconds that honestly felt like hours if he closed his eyes (then a shrouded disappointment when he realized what had been so good was over). engorged enough to remain locked in her walls and more than satisfied to stay there as her contractions pumped him clean. he didn’t know which part of pleasure pierced through him more— whether it had been the deafening climax of his own, the sensation of kaede’s before his, or the entirety of the lovebite (and strikes) she’d leave behind in remembrance.
he couldn’t pull himself out at the moment, even if he tried; not because of momentary exhaustion, but, there’s some . . . interference, in doing so. rather than trying, he does cradle the chimera in his wings, ride out the ecstatic breathing that would eventually slow when his heart rate did (too fast, now), and lay himself down on his back. a beautiful, feathery woman pressed against his chest and wet from both their sweat. as his feet flattened against the earth (or as much as they now allow), eren flexes, clenches into her for their mixed wetness to trickle down his inner thighs, and keep her there for as long as he could.
her weight, her breathing, her musk and her taste— he wanted it all. ]