Hydra's chuckle was a low, predatory sound, a promise of the pleasure and domination to come. She didn't wait for a response.
With a fluid, powerful motion, she unwrapped herself from Jax's back and rose from the bed, her voluptuous body a masterpiece of emerald and ivory. She stood before him, hands on her hips, her green eyes burning with an unquenchable fire.
"On your back, my King," she commanded, her voice a husky purr that was both a request and an order. "It's time for a Dragoness to claim her tribute."
Jax, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his lips, did as he was told.
He shifted his position, swinging his legs onto the bed and lying back against the plush pillows, his muscular frame a testament to the power they both worshipped. His cock, though sated, was still hard and leaking cum, ready to go.
Hydra moved with a grace that belied her powerful frame, straddling his body and positioning herself over his face. She didn't lower herself immediately.
