Page 15 of Last Shot at Love

His stav pressed deep into my inner depths, generating a wild pleasure that increased in intensity with each thrust. His barbs dug further and further into my soaked walls until the pain became almost unbearable as I sought out an orgasm.

My moans grew louder, more fervent, as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming feelings coursing through me.

He gasped, trembling under the force of my movements. His muscles twitched with each wave of pleasure that I drew from him, each gasp syncing with my own moans.

I slid my hands down to his chest. My fingers curled into his fur, grabbing instinctively. The softness under my fingers contrasted with the powerful muscles that rippled under my touch. I clutched at him, needing to feel grounded, needing something to hold onto as the pleasure threatened to carry me away.

Desire coursed through my veins as I feverishly thrust myself onto his stav, letting out desperate moans and shrieks.

In the crescendo of our movements, I felt the tether of control slipping. The fire within me coiled tighter, a serpent ready to strike.

A powerful scream of pleasure erupted from my lips as the hard, pointy stav plunged deep inside me for the last time. A hot stream of creamy cum burst into my core, filling it completely.

The sensation of the powerful seed swelling within me was overwhelming, unleashing a surge of pleasure coursing through me, electrifying every nerve.

I gasped for air as an intense orgasm racked my entire being.

A loud cry escaped my lips as I gasped, holding tightly onto him and pressing my face into his shoulder.

Before I could catch my breath, Kael’s arms enveloped me, drawing me into the warmth of his embrace. Carefully, he rolled us over, and I felt his stav as it deflated and slipped from me, leaving a palpable absence.

I nestled into his chest, a perfect fit against him. His fur was a soft contrast to my skin, a comforting presence that spoke of safety and affection.

He reached out for a blanket, draping it over us with tender care, his tail wrapping loosely around my leg in an intimate gesture.

The gentle kisses he planted along my neck were a soothing balm. Each kiss was a whisper of affection, a sign of the deepening bond between us.

A contented smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, a reflection of the deep-seated feeling of belonging that washed over me.

It was more than the afterglow of our passion; it was the knowledge that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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