[PMSingTiger]

Svara didn't get the chance to cut the babes from his abdomen before he was yet again on his back. He heard the tail tale sound of clothes ripping and felt the cool air on his still aching genitalia to prove it. A gasp emitted from him when that hot tongue wrapped around his eager cock. A series of wanton noises escaped him as he bucked into the welcoming heat. The last few months had been nothing but a chase for what he was feeling right now, and damn it he was going to enjoy it.

That wet heat descended to his pussy, lapping at the wet sensitive flesh. It was only right that the wyvern should administer to his needs, since he was the one who had put him in such a state. Between the sucking going on and the talons digging into his thighs he could barely see straight, just canting his hips towards the feeling of relief.

"Fuck, Isra. Fucking so good, fucking hate you you stupid beast. Been fucking in pain for months...all your mother fucking fault." Svara swore in-between mewling pants, his own claws digging into the beasts hard flesh. It felt so good, his belly felt warmer and the tell tale signs of release were already racing down his spine. Growling replaced his moans as he bucked harder against the creatures mouth, his free hand captured his own dick and pumped, adding to the euphoria.

With a final drag of his thumb over the tip he came in long spurts, convulsing around the mouth between his legs. His back bowed as best it could with the extra weight around his belly, his one hand tightening it's sharp hold on the wyverns head.

"Fuck you, princess. It's all your damn fault." He finally growled.