[ He responds with a hiss of his own as Diarmuid's nails dig into him; it's a pleasant contrast with the softness of their embrace. A sense of relief washes over Berserker as the witch starts to move and his grip becomes less gentle in turn. His claws dig into his back now, though not too hard.
His hips roll up to meet his rhythm eagerly, trying hard not to overwhelm him. He's so tight and hot around the dragon's cock that it's difficult to hold himself back. Each thrust, each motion of his hips is targeted on that spot deep within Diarmuid...Ah, maybe his intent is to overwhelm, even if he thinks otherwise.
There is an odd, unfamiliar sensation of a swelling near the base of him arousal; it's not unpleasant, so he thinks nothing of it. It's not worth drawing attention to right now -- he chalks it up to being so worked up. ]
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His hips roll up to meet his rhythm eagerly, trying hard not to overwhelm him. He's so tight and hot around the dragon's cock that it's difficult to hold himself back. Each thrust, each motion of his hips is targeted on that spot deep within Diarmuid...Ah, maybe his intent is to overwhelm, even if he thinks otherwise.
There is an odd, unfamiliar sensation of a swelling near the base of him arousal; it's not unpleasant, so he thinks nothing of it. It's not worth drawing attention to right now -- he chalks it up to being so worked up. ]