[mariah?!]

The ridges of keratin above the wyvern's eyes twitched, brows contorting to convey what appeared to be a brief moment of amusement, smoky tendrils billowing forth from Israfel's maw as he let out a snort, nostrils flaring wide. Oh, kids these days could be so arrogant. It wasn't all bad, though––at least he wouldn't be bored for the remaining duration of their coupling.

When the human rotated his hips, Israfel assumed a shallow pace, rocking back and forth whilst his cock maintained its position within Svara, embedded deep and hard inside his cunt. Once more, the wyvern sought out further contact; dipping the forked tip of a vaguely serpentine tongue into the niche of his naval, as the length of his whip-like tail located another entrance, this one far less ready than the other. But that, of course, wasn't an issue––a lack of concern that was quickly made obvious when the wyvern began to inch his tail inside Svara's asshole, coaxing the rings of muscle apart with rough scales and hard motions.