As soon as Elora forced Erik inside of her, she released a loud moan of pleasure and a simultaneous sigh of relief.
"Hnaaaaah" she uttered, her voice trembling as she slid down his meaty staff. Finally, when he was fully lodged inside her, she leaned over and leaned placed her hands on his chest for balance. The throne was large enough, so her knees were planted next to his legs, but her legs were angled up so that her feet were draped over Erik's legs.
When she got into place, Erik grunted. Elora's pussy still felt the best, as her soft folds squirmed around him like they had a life of their own. He'd once asked her if this was some kind of technique, and she'd said yes, but Erik wouldn't be surprised if she'd actually modified her body or inscribed a sigil on it, or perhaps this is just how fairies felt.
He wouldn't be surprised if she used any means possible to make sure she always felt the best.
