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((Okay!))

Loric sensed the submission as Damian gave into what his body craved. His grip was hard, leaving little bruises on Damian's hips from the force, but nothing besides. There was only one goal and that was to get the Fallen as heavily pregnant as possible. He bred him hard and fast, and kept going, showing no sign of slowing or approaching his own release. His stamina was considerable, due to his species, and he was not uncharitable. To spur Damian's fertility further he slammed mercilessly into the boy's sweet-spot, instinctively getting him as undone and open for his seed as possible.

More huffs and pants had started to escape his pressed lips while his body was meticulously thrusted into and his body gave into the sensation and need for the creature mating with him and grew into pleasurable mews when he felt a certain spot hit over and over again hard, his toes curling. Even his large dark wings began to flutter in pleasure. He could feel his member coming up fast and growing hard by the second, and it wouldnt be long before he came against the cot. His kind would go days in heat until they concieved offspring and it would be obvious by the glow of his skin that he was about ready and most fertile. Already from Loric's actions the faint warm glow was already appearing on his pale completion.