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Marcille is supposed to be working on the orc-elf peace treaty, but instead she’s getting bounced on Falin’s lap like a whore.
She can’t deny that she loves it. There’s something about going limp and pliant in Falin’s big hands that makes Marcille’s head spin, letting herself go dumb and brainless as Falin manoeuvres her, and uses her however she likes. Marcille knows that she’s bad about relinquishing control – she has the Dungeon Lord memories to prove it, but there’s something about giving up power to Falin that makes her brain spin.
Plus it’s Falin. Marcille loves Falin.
“You’re so pretty,” Falin huffs longingly in Marcille’s ear as she fucks her on her fat dragon cock. Marcille feels like she’s being split open with each thrust, her cunt sore and greedy between her thighs. “Prettiest girl in the dungeon.”
“Ah,” Marcille says eloquently, her tiny tits bouncing on her chest, “You’re – You’re so pretty too.”
Falin’s face scrunches up, which is adorable, and she presses kisses to Marcille’s face, enough to make her squirm. Marcille giggles, and wraps her arms around Falin’s feathery neck, trying to focus on her breathing as Falin fucks up into her. The first time they’d made love after Falin’s transformation - Marcille thought she was going to die with how big it was.
“Good?” Falin asks innocently, and Marcille nods so hard that her teeth clack together.
“So good,” She says breathlessly, “So- very good.”
“Yay!” Falin says, which makes Marcille’s heart do something interesting in her chest, and nuzzles into Marcille’s throat. Her fangs prick against Marcille’s skin, but not enough to draw blood. Marcille finds herself strangely sad about that. “I like making you feel good.”
“I like-“ Marcille says, her cheeks pink. “Your cock.”
Falin smiles against Marcille and pulls her close against her as she thrusts into the tight heat of Marcille’s cunt. Marcille drops her head back, whimpering, and grinds herself down until she can feel her climax within touching distance. She feels like she’s on fire, like the red dragon is in her belly, threatening to explode.
“Maybe you could put your mouth on my cock next time,” Falin suggests matter-of-factly, and Marcille cums at the very thought of it.