Xiva collapsed into a twitching, drooling mess. Her tail was a limp noodle behind her, and her ass—still stretched, still leaking thick ropes of ogre seed—shivered from the brutal pounding Allen had just delivered.
But Allen wasn't done.
That cock—fat, veiny, angry-looking—still stood tall between his legs, smeared with spit, anal slick, and dripping from its inhuman girth. It throbbed like it had a mind of its own.
He looked down at her, a smug, hungry grin curling on his face.
"Not even close to done with you, fuckhole."
She was panting, her slit pupils dilated, her forked tongue flicking lazily out to taste the air—and the cum still clinging to her chin. Her body couldn't stop shaking, muscles twitching under her smooth, scale-dotted skin. She looked dazed. Cockdrunk.
Allen bent forward, grabbed her by the throat, and yanked her up like she weighed nothing. She groaned, legs wobbling, drool sliding from her lips.
Her eyes locked onto that monster cock again.
