Morning light pierced the heavy drapes of the guest wing in the Archducal palace, painting golden patterns across the chaos of the bedchamber. Silk sheets lay tangled and stained, the air thick with the lingering musk of sweat, cum, and utter surrender.
Sheela lay sprawled in exhausted repose, her tall, regal body curled possessively against Aiden even in sleep. Sky-blue hair cascaded over his chest like a waterfall, her massive draconic breasts pressed soft and heavy against his side, dark nipples still peaked from the night's endless torments.
Between her thighs, his seed leaked in slow, viscous trails, her pussy puffy and gaping slightly from hours of brutal use. A soft, contented murmur escaped her lips as she shifted closer, one hand resting instinctively over her softly bloated belly.
