She growled, fresh Zoroark spit coating her throat. She could relax, at least as much as she could with his knot lodged in her ass. Her tongue lulls from her mouth as she looks at the eggs in the nest.
She couldnβt even make a snarky comment as she laid her head down.
He softly held her stomach as it shrank, smaller and smaller with each egg she laid.
Feeling her press against him, he could only chuckle as he licked her throat.
βThats my good girl~ my breeding sow Cordelia~ I love hearing you moan for me, you know~β