Suddenly, she released and Frang felt her spasms clenching his cock in a liquid embrace, exquisite in her softness. He thought to warn her of his own impending release, realized she could not become more pregnant than she was and laughing, felt his cock throb within her as his orgasm struck and his milky cream shot into her beautiful body. Her clenching muscles sought to draw all of his essence deep inside her core.

"Are you laughing at me, Frang? Do you find our coupling funny, Lord Cameron?"

Even through her indignation, her sheath clasped at his cock, draining him.

"Nay, love. I'm not laughing at you," Frang said.

"Why...