[she comes again, her nails leaving lines of red in his skin, another signal to the hunters that he's been on her, inside of her. even though he's pumped her full, he can't resist rocking into her with no true rhythm, the primal need acting as an invisible hand to force his hips forward, force her womb to take. not as intense as he had been, for as long as they've been at it he's seeming to settle into comfort.

his mouth waters seeing his little doe gone limp, fighting to get a full sentence out. she prays to gods and he prays to whatever allowed this to happen. he kisses the curve of her neck, pauses to let his eyes flit over the marks he's left all over her throat, then to the scar left by some unknown beast. he wants to erase it. wants to be the one permanently carved into her body.]

I know, I know. You've taken so much, it's okay.

[his mouth finds hers again, perhaps an apology while he carefully pulls himself out of her, then he's prying away from her completely to sit between her legs. hands take hold of her waist to pull her closer, resting her hips at the slightest tilt on his thighs, cock sliding over her cum-filled entrance, dripping to the forest floor. he wanted to see all of her.]

You want me back inside of you? Or do you wanna stay— [hips rolling forward, cock parting her folds with slick noises] like this?

[one hand splays over her stomach, messy with cum, while the other stimulates her clit. his dick threatens to re-enter her with every little movement, and the teasing is just as agonizing for him as it is for her. he's getting himself all worked up, heat flushing his cheeks, precome leaking over her.]

Or do you want me to fuck you 'til you pass out? I can do that. Real slow, I'll put you to sleep and carry you back. I know you need this, Alicent.