Chapter 40: Deepening Corruption
The air in Draven’s volcanic chamber hung thick and heavy, laced with the sharp bite of sulfur and the unmistakable musk of raw, relentless s*x. Sera lay sprawled across the massive obsidian slab that served as his bed, her soft, sweat-slicked body still trembling from the last brutal round. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, n*****s dark and swollen from hours of rough handling. Her thick thighs were sticky with dragon c*m that kept leaking from her abused p***y no matter how tightly she tried to clench.
Draven stood over her like a conqueror, his towering frame mostly bare of the crimson scales that once covered him. Only faint red patches lingered now across his powerful chest and along the ridges of his still-hard c**k. The curse was
