Then came his release, a hot, rushing flood of 100% Reinhardt semen that filled her completely, claiming her very womb.
Sprrttt… Sprrrtttt… Sprrrttt… droves and droves of cum released out of him for a long time. He stayed connected inside her, feeling the hot trickles of their mixed fluids seeping out around the edges of his cock and painting the royal sheets beneath them dark.
The two lay there in the mating press position for some time. Minerva's eyes held him, and he hers; both of them continued to look at each other without breaking eye contact.
They were tangled, sweaty, and a mess beside the sleeping king, but that only increased their charm. The room was thick with the musky, primal scent of sex, his scent, marking her, the air, and everything.
Reinhardt was just about to pull out, when she pulled him back in.
"Do you think you can still go on?" Thanks to her title [Empress of Calamity], her womb was like an abyss, irresistible and insatiable.
