We had faced danger together, relied on each other, and grown closer with each passing moment.
The sex wouldn’t be a physical tour de force as it had been in the past.
It would be slow and sensual.
And I would do all the work.
I pressed a hand to his crotch and felt a stirring there.
Normally, he would be as hard as a rock but with the poison in his veins, performance might prove difficult.
There was a stirring and that was all I needed.
I raised his loin cloth and took him in my mouth.
He had enough strength to groan and place his hand on my head.
I sucked him and pulled his cock from one side to the other, licking it with my tongue and massaging it with my lips.
“Mm,” he moaned.
I cupped a ball in my hand and gently stroked it.
His cock grew longer, harder.
I looked up at him with his member in my mouth.
I couldn’t even take his whole size.
But it was enough.
I glanced at his bare chest and saw the black veins spreading across it.
I ignored it, hoping that once we had mating for the third time, all of this could be fixed somehow.
Once he was at full mast, I climbed on top of him, stroking him as I slid him inside me.
I gasped at his immense size again, always surprised by that thing!
And I began to rock back and forth, letting my breasts fill his vision as I rolled my hips over him.
I worked up into a heavy rhythm, slamming my hips against his, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure I could from him.
His eyes fluttered and I wasn’t sure if it was with pleasure or if it was the poison taking its toll on him.
But I kept going.
I shrugged my shoulders at the telltale sign of my own approaching orgasm, and rode him harder.
Then, I felt it.
The stiffening of his cock, the tightening of his balls.
I had worked up a thick sweat by this point but didn’t stop, ignoring my own signs of exhaustion.
His hips began to rise and fall in time with my own until, finally — joyously! — I felt the hot seed escape from him and enter me.
I continued bouncing on him until I had coaxed it all from him.