Egon woke to the soft, enveloping heat wrapped around his cock.
His eyes fluttered open in the dim pre-dawn glow filtering through Hilga's small window. He lay on his back, the dark-elf maid draped over him like warm silk. Her silver hair fanned across his chest, her full breasts squashed against his ribs, nipples stiff little points scraping his skin with every slow breath she took. Her thighs straddled his hips, knees tucked beside his waist, and between them—buried to the root inside her snug, velvety pussy—was his morning-hardened length.
He had fallen asleep still inside her after the long night of gentle claiming. Now, hours later, his soft cock had thickened and lengthened inside her sleeping channel, stretching her walls until the head nudged her cervix again.
A low groan rumbled in his throat.
