Too much? [ comes the scoff as his tongue recedes, his hands kneading in the pleasant plush at Keigo's ass and thighs, hips stilling beneath the twitch and squirm of a body still trying to milk him. the eye of the storm, if nothing else; Guanshan's deliriously possessive, entitled noble's mind has its demands and they'll be met — whether or not he leaves his doll broken behind him is Keigo's problem. ]

When yer still squirmin' all over me?

[ and making a dripping, delectable mess of his lap. but if he needs to be taught a lesson, so be it; he leans back and gets comfortable on the headboard, his two big hands gripping flared hips hard enough to bruise — and from there, he makes due on all of his promises to use him as a fleshlight. try as he might, Keigo can't push him away or even think of breaking his grip, and with their strength difference keen in mind, he starts using his body to fulfill his own needs. ]

[ the mix of pistoning his hips up and pulling Keigo's body down makes for a quick and repeatedly brutal cycle that Guanshan's preternatural stamina has no intention of breaking anytime soon. cry, beg, plea as he might, the dragon only continues his onslaught — the fervent slapping of skin, the wet sounds of him bottoming out over and over, the head of his thick cock nestling home inside of the stretched-open ring of his cervix. pretty prey like this was meant to be taken apart and broken bit by bit, and if he fucks him through another orgasm or two, maybe he'll have gone stupid enough not to complain about being given the greatest boon all of Prismatica has to offer. ]

You didn't really think gettin' knocked up by a dragon was gonna be easy, did you, little bunny?