Placing a bruising kiss to her shoulder, Fenryr places her onto the furs beside him, keeping her legs spread and pussy bared for me. As I kneel between her legs, Fenryr rolls out of the way, making room for Roark as he prepares for a second round.

I look deep into Dagny’s eyes as I inch the head of my cock toward her dripping center, my mind a fog of want and a deep desire to fill her with my seed. My palms find her hips as I thrust forward, pushing past her entrance. A throaty groan echoes from my throat as her walls clench around me, drawing me deeper and threatening to send me over the edge.

My eyes trail down her curvy body, stopping to appreciate her full breasts and hips, and the gentle curve of her stomach. I can’t help but think how she’ll look when her belly swells—when I fill her with my litter. And suddenly, I can’t wait any longer.

“Come for me, bunny,” I whisper, sliding my fingers down to her clit, teasing her with gentle circles as her hips open, inviting me deeper. “Come for me while I breed you.”

One more swirl, and she obeys. Her head falls back in a broken cry as her walls collapse around me, allowing me to push that last length inside. My hips press flush against her ass as fire courses through my veins, boiling my blood and forcing a powerful groan from my chest.

“Fuck,” I curse, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I find my release. My cock throbs, filling her with my seed as her walls contract and shudder in the aftermath of her orgasm, drawing out the pleasure spreading through my body. “Fuck, this pussy is amazing.”

Suddenly, my body is knocked to the side, causing me to pull out of Dagny far before I was ready. I jerk my head to the side with a frown, only for it to pull into a smirk as I watch Roark inching his cock toward Dagny’s pussy, glistening beautifully in the light.

Roark shifts forward, rubbing the head of his cock along the trail of cum leaking from her used holes, an appreciative hum echoing in his broad chest. “You’re finally ready for me, sweet little doe.”

With a groan, Roark pushes his massive cock past Dagny’s entrance, drawing a scream of ecstasy from her parted lips. Her cry is matched by the violent waves of pleasure shuddering down the bond, reflected in the expression on Roark’s face as he thrusts to the back of Dagny’s walls.

Her eyes flit downward, widening in shock to find him barely halfway inside, and a slow smirk creeps across his bearded face. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. You can take it.”