[mariah?!]

Returning to the primary task at hand, Israfel found that the swelling of his knot had gone down noticeably––allowing him to further deepen his thrusts, as well as increase the pace of things until the two of them were rocking furiously back and forth, the wyvern pulverizing Svara's receptive warmth.

"Israfel," he ground out. "My name .. is Israfel."

Maybe it was due to the fact that he hadn't bothered with mating in over a century, but everything seemed intensified, to the point where he was ready to spill his load for the second time that evening. Within a matter of moments, the flesh at the base of his erection was already swelling, transmorphing into the rigid beginnings of his knot.