Capítulo 55: The Dragon and his Princess

I knew I had energy to rival fifty men but this was ridiculous.

Just how much did I miss him?

I'd even forgotten I was still in the Monster Realm.

There was practically no section of that throne room left untouched, save for the balcony. Marcy didn't want us to go there for some reason.

The throne. The floors. The other side of the wall. The doors. The fucking mirrors.

It didn't even stop there. He'd teleported us to his bloody bedroom and we'd been at it like rabbits.

I was panting heavily as I laid on his grand bed, his fluffy black sheets covering one of my legs as the other hung to the side of the bed. I was watching him stretch and sigh happily, practically glowing with my bite marks, scratches and bruises adorning the entirety of his brown skin.

I watched as the overflowing remnants of the several times I'd pounded into him flowed down his thighs I'd spent so much time worshipping as I'd also used them like a hole at some point.