Liam shifted his weight, careful not to pull out, and wrapped both arms fully around her. One hand rested flat against her stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breathing. The other he brought up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers threading through her dark hair. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck, just below her ear, and felt her shiver.

The pork he’d consumed earlier churned in his stomach, sending waves of heat through his body. His cock hardened again, growing again in Midnight’s pussy. The scent of her sweat and something uniquely hers made his mouth water.

Liam shifted his weight, one hand sliding down to cup her breast. It filled his palm perfectly, soft yet firm. He squeezed gently, feeling her nipple harden against his palm.

"Midnight," he growled, his voice deeper than usual.

He pulled out slowly, watching her body tense at the loss. Without a word, he rolled her onto her back, her dark hair fanning out beneath her. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated as she looked up at him.

"Master," she whispered, "are we going to keep going? Midnight loves Master’s cock."

The words sent a jolt through him. He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading them wider as he guided himself back to her entrance. The sight of her, flushed and waiting, made his breath catch.

He thrust in fully, his balls slapping against her. Midnight’s back arched, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips.

"Master!" she cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

Liam leaned down, capturing one nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard, rolling the other between his fingers. He rolled it between two fingers, and she whimpered, her hips grinding back against him involuntarily, pushing him deeper.

"Midnight," he growled, his voice rougher than he intended.

Liam pulled out slowly, inch by inch, watching the slick shine of her arousal coat his cock as he withdrew. Her pussy clenched around his head as if trying to hold him in place, before slamming back in. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the small space.

"Midnight is so full," she moaned, her voice breaking. "Master fills Midnight so completely. She loves it, loves it, loves it!"

The words hit him low in the gut. He hooked both hands under her knees and pushed them up and apart, opening her fully. He could see everything, the slick, swollen folds of her, the way her entrance fluttered slightly around nothing. He dragged the head of his cock through her folds once, coating himself, and watched her hips chase the contact.

He thrust in fully in one stroke. His hips met hers with a sharp, wet slap, his balls pressing flush against her. Midnight’s spine curved off the surface beneath her, her mouth falling open in a high, broken cry.

He felt her walls clench around him, her body trembling beneath him. Something primal awakened in him the need to claim her, to make her truly his in every way possible. She was no longer a virgin, but he needed more. Needed to mark her, possess her.

"Turn over," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

When she didn’t move immediately, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Liam’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into her.

"Midnight belongs to Master," she sobbed, pushing back against him. "Master’s cock is so big, so good."

The sight of her taking him, the sounds she made, it was almost too much. Liam pulled out again, his cock glistening from her drooling cunt. He lay back on the bed, pulling her with him.

"Ride me," he ordered, positioning her above him.

Midnight nodded eagerly, her eyes dark with desire. "Anything for Master," she whispered, lowering herself onto his length.

She gasped as she took him fully, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him. Liam settled his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as she began to rock against him. He guided her to rock against his cock like she was riding a horse.

Liam’s grip on Midnight’s hips turned brutal, fingers digging into her flesh like he wanted bruises to bloom tomorrow. "F-f-fuck yes, ride me," he snarled, voice ragged. "Ride this cock like you’re trying to milk it dry." Midnight looked dishevelled and beautiful, whimpering and mewling above him. The squelching sound made Liam feel like he was floating.

Midnight whimpered, her slick cunt swallowing his thick shaft inch by filthy inch as she sank down. Her thighs trembled, sweat glistening on her legs. She leaned forward, breath hot and panting against his neck. "H-harder, m-m-master?" she gasped, already rolling her hips in slow, torturous circles.

"Yes," Liam grunted. "Grind that desperate little clit on my pelvis, make yourself cum." Liam growled, pinching her nipple hard. "Keep riding. Take every inch

"Master feels so good inside Midnight," she moaned, her hands braced against his chest. "Midnight wants Master to fill her, to breed her," she screamed, juices dripping down his shaft to soak the bedroll beneath them.

The words sent a shock through his system. His hands tightened on her hips as he thrust upward, meeting her downward movements.

"You want me to fill you?" he growled, watching her breasts bounce with each movement.

"Yes, Master," she panted. "Midnight wants Master’s seed, wants to feel it deep inside."

She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear. "Midnight wants to carry Master’s child."

[TOOL TIP]:

Status: Internal Engine: Overclocked to 11,000x

The "Horse-Riding" Mechanics: Midnight transforming into a dishevelled equestrian rider above Liam’s waist has introduced a [Severe Structural Shockwave] to the canvas shelter. Her slow, torturous hip circles are currently melting his remaining culinary discipline into raw, primal fluid production.

The "Breed Me" Escalation: Midnight dropping the legal intent to carry a mini-chef descendant has inflicted a [100% Logic Crash] on Liam’s remaining brain cells. The system warns that processing child-support metrics while inside a high-volume draconic biological furnace is mathematically impossible.

The Pelvic Friction Threshold: Commanding her to grind her swollen clit directly onto his iron-dense pelvis while pinching her bouncing peaks has initiated the [Infinite Milk Routine]. The squelching sounds of her drooling folds have achieved such a high decibel rating that Rogue is likely moving to a different continent.