Dragonborn Gothic 3 - GOT

Part 1

Apocrypha. Realms of Oblivion.

When I finally couldn't fight any longer I did my best to stand up so that I could at least die on my feet, and as my fie began to make some speech about his grand escape, that was when the ruler of this realm appeared.

"Did you think to escape me, Miraak? You can hide nothing from me here," Hermaeus Mora said, "No matter. I have found a new Dragonborn to serve me".

Or so the Daedric Prince thought. I had no intention of serving anyone other than myself.

"May he be rewarded for his service as I am!" Miraak shouted.

A tentacle shot up impaling the First Dragonborn, lifting him up into the air, and much like when a dragon died the soul of Miraak entered me as his body burned away leaving only ashes behind. The feeling of sheer power flowing into me was better than anything I'd felt before. When I'd recovered from the sensation enough to stand up straight again I found myself looking at the horrid form of Hermaeus Mora.

"Miraak harboured fantasies of rebellion against me. Learn from his example" the Prince instructed "Serve me faithfully, and you will continue to be richly rewarded"

I had no intention of becoming the plaything of a Daedric Prince. I'd planned for this moment in advanced and while it might not work I'd rather die like Miraak just had than spend the rest of my life as a slave to some cosmic horror.

"Fus Bex Miraad!" (Force. Open. Door).

With my new power, it became possible to open a doorway to another world as I'd planned to, and before Hermaeus Mora could impale me as he had done to Miraak mere moments again I ran through the rift that I'd made in the fabric of existence. I did this despite not knowing where it would take me, and only stopping long enough to grab Brisingr, my sword, before leaving this reality.

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Near Qarth. Esso.

When I arrived somewhere else the rift closed behind me and I looked around to try to figure wherein all of time and space the doorway between worlds had led to. I was standing in a barren wasteland, some sort of dessert that looked as if would leech the life out of me in a matter of hours. Already my mouth was feeling dry, and after my fight with Miraak, I badly need some refreshment.

Thankfully there was a big city nearby they should have plenty of water, and maybe even some food that I could eat as well as some shelter as I could do with getting out of this heat. Assuming of course that the people inside the city were remotely human. This was something I'd have to deal with if it became an issue. Like if they turned out to be creatures who thought humans should be lower on the food chain that I was used to.

As I got closer to the city I noticed the lack of anyone around and I started to wonder why not so much as a single guard had come out met me or even great me. Maybe they were busy elsewhere, but the big gate had been left open, and given the high walls it seemed as if the locals had good reasons to keep themselves secure.

Since the entrance into the city was undefended I let myself in, and by now I realised that this city was surrounded by three thick walls, each acting as layers of defence and the smallest walls were about thirty feet in height, and these walls were engraved with portraits of animals, war, and some erotic imagery, these images showed me that humans lived in the city even before I saw one of the natives.

The buildings inside the wall were very colourful. Some of the sights I saw included a bronze arch which had been fashioned to look like two snakes mating. I also made note of thin towers that stood very tall, and elaborate fountains which filled every square, a display of wealth and power given the dessert outside. There were also statues of gryphons, dragons and manticores around. Which may or not be real creatures in this world.

It didn't escape my notice that the city seemed to be suffering from some sort of turmoil and to find out more about that as well as where this city happened to be, I grabbed one of the natives. The young man didn't understand me so I used a spell to translate whatever he was saying into something that I could have a chance to understand.

This was unexpected as I'd not known such a spell until now, and yet the knowledge was inside my mind as if I'd read it from a spell tome. I could only deduce that when I'd killed Mirrak and taken in his soul, that I'd also absorbed some of his vast knowledge as well as his power. This was great news as I now had many more spells to call upon, but this was something I would explore later, for now, I needed to focus on finding out where in the multiverse I'd ended up.

While questioning the young local I started to piece things together and I began focusing on what I could remember about this reality. Soon I found myself outside of a large tower that was situated in the centre of Qarth. If my information proved to be correct then this was where I needed to be.

This was the House of the Undying, the headquarters of the Warlocks of Qarth, a city in Essos within the world that was the setting for the Game of Thrones show or book series. It was a large tower without any visible openings and it was surrounded by trees, but other than that it didn't look like anything special. Of course, my other senses, those more mystical, were telling me something else. I seemed to be more sensitive to magical energies now, another plus of taking in Mirrak's soul I assumed.

My memory of this time in the show/books wasn't that great, but I figured that I must have arrived during the time called The Killing of the Thirteen. This was when a powerful merchant who'd taken a liking to the Mother of Dragons, engineered a coup in the city with the help of the Warlocks, who assassinated the other members of the Thirteen and took Daenerys Targaryen's dragons for their own purpose, imprisoning them in the House of the Undying.

In the show Daenerys later rescues her dragons, having them burn the head warlock with dragonfire, before sealing the bad merchant in his own vault, which turned out to be empty, in revenge for his part in trying to imprison Daenerys Targaryen in other ways.

That seemed like the sort of thing that would scare the regular citizens of Qarth quite seriously even without a bunch of creepy sorcerers being behind the bloodshed. People like that gave mages like me a bad name, not that I was much of mage as I'd always been the guy more likely to cut you down with a sword than a spell. Although they had changed now with my increased magical powers and knowledge.

I walked around the tower and soon realised that indeed there was no entrance. As I walked two men came at me from two directions. One of them looked to be middle-aged and wore a suit of armour. Ser Jorah Mormount wasn't it? I was never any good with names. The other a Dothraki man had his own blade drawn, and he gazed suspiciously at me, but I had no time for horse eating rapists.

"FEIM ZII GRON!"

(Fade, Spirit, Bind)

Once in my incorporeal state I simply stepped through the wall, and soon came across one of the local magic users, who was rather shocked to see me.

"Where is the Mother of Dragons" I demanded of a Warlock, as he attempted to edge away from me "Answer me, or I will show you what a true sorcerer can do".

Alas, he did not make things easy for me.

"I-I am not afraid to die. I will not tell you anything. Valar Morghulis!" he shouted

When it came to magical attacks I normally favoured fire, yet for some reason, lightning came out of fingertips to strike the warlock down. Had to be more of Mirrak's influence on me. When I raised the warlock as a zombie and got him to guide me to the Mother of Dragons I realised that Mirrak's soul had indeed changed me as I'd never used necromancy before now. I hadn't even known I could do that sort of thing.

I soon found the young Targaryen Queen, she was stood with her arms stretched to either side; connected by chains to the walls. Behind her, on a table, three dragons were staring past their mother. Staring at the man that was talking. While he did the super villain monologue thing I let the zombie warlock turn into ash by ending the spell that connected us. The magic-user before me didn't even notice as he was too busy gloating.

"Welcome home, Daenerys Stormborn," the boss warlock said.

I noted that he, unlike his fellows, was entirely blue. He did not just have the pale skin and blue lips of the other warlock I'd seen.

"This is not my home," Miss Stormborn replied. "My home is across the narrow sea! Where my people are waiting for me."

They really weren't. Only a few people even knew there any dragonlords left, and those that did, well not many of them even cared at this point. If my memories of the show/books were correct the folks over in Westeros were all too busy killing each other in the name of some king to take much notice of what was going on in this part of the world

"I am afraid they will be waiting for you for a very long time" the boss warlock stated.

Miss Stormborn turned to look at her dragons, then at me, and I wondered whether the expression now on her face was one of concern or hope. It did not seem as simple as that. Then I saw that her captor had followed her line of sight and that he abruptly began to back away upon seeing me, which was understandable given that I was a massive armoured figure. His fear gave me the opportune moment to strike, and I took advantage of it, cutting the mage down with my flame enchanted dragonbone sword.

"Greetings Daenerys Stormborn," I said with a bow "Unlike these Warlocks I mean you harm".

Putting actions to my words I used an Alteration spell to free the young ruler from her chains. My use of magic seemed to startle her more than killing the boss warlock had.

"I do not trust you." Daenerys stated, not bothering to beat around the bush "You're just another Warlock".

No, I was so much more than them, and she'd learn that. I was already starting to formulate plans, and they involved getting on the good side of this special woman. I'd help her and she'd come to depend on me so much that I ruled through her. Normally I didn't care about that sort of power, or at least I'd been more focused on other goals, but now it seemed more appealing, and I rather fancied taking out that Night King guy. He could be a tough foe, and I'd need an army to match his, and this was something Miss Stormborn here would soon have.

"Not all magic users are evil bastards," I said.

The young woman did not change her view entirely at that remark, and who would blame her. However, she had virtually no allies anymore and was desperate for help. As such, she wasn't going to tell me to get lost.

"Why did you help me?" she asked.

I took off my helmet, which showed that I was a normal-looking human, aside from my oddly coloured eyes, and I smiled at the queen.

"Adventurers like me can never resist a damsel in distress," I said.

That made her smile a little, which made her look more pretty. She was very pretty, a beauty really, and I could see why men fell for her. The eyes were the best feature, she had purple eyes, they should have looked a bit odd, however they were, actually I didn't have words for it. Must be something to do with her blood of the dragon. Not like how I had dragon's blood, this was something different.

"I'll find a way to reward you soon" she promised me "First, I need to have a conversation with Xaro Xhoan Daxos," she said.

While I didn't know for sure who that was, I did feel very sorry for him.

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Qarth. Esso.

The day after I'd saved the young queen, as the Dothraki continued to strip the house of their host, who was most likely dead already as his oxygen would have run out in that small vault, Daenerys and I were now sitting in a pleasant room that Xaro likely used to meet with esteemed visitors. She was using it for much the same purpose.

"Why is it that my dragons have grown fond of you so quickly?" Daenerys asked, with a hint of suspicion in her voice "They act like you are one of them".

Well in a sense we were kin.

"They're magical and so am I," I told her.

This was part of the truth. These weren't dragons as I understood them, but they were close enough that they could sense something of the power in me.

"There must be more to you than just being magical," she said

Daenerys Targaryen then listened, to what I decided to tell her about my life, about me being Dragonborn and what that meant, as well some of the things I'd done with that power, by the end of the tale there was an almost childlike expression of wonder on Daenerys' face. I only stopped entertaining her with tales of my adventures because someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Her Grace invited

Ser Jorah entered, and while she did not notice the flash of jealousy across the older man's face as his eyes moved from Daenerys to me, I did notice.

"Khaleesi," he said, "We'll be ready to leave at your earliest convenience".

The looting hadn't taken long, mind you the horse rapists were good at taking things that didn't belong to them, and while there weren't many of them left under Daenerys command they would be very practised at the looting.

"Oh," Daenerys said, failing to hide her surprise "and has a ship has been prepared?".

The disgraced knight nodded.

"Yes, it seems the people of Qarth are eager to be rid of us, and despite some threats by the spice merchants, the other guilds are being extremely accommodating. The ship and supplies we have purchased were very reasonable. Unfortunately, the gold we've taken is not exactly high quality" he said, meaning the gold that they stole from Xaro's home "It was largely gold plating other metals, and the jewels were not of particularly high worth, either. After everything that we purchased, almost all of your wealth has been depleted, Khaleesi".

That was something I could help with, but it was best discussed in private. Miss Stormborn was magical herself, but her people might not be so trusting of a spellcaster. Besides, it was best to limit what people knew of me and my power.

"I'm not surprised," she said while making a small sighing noise "It's a shame that there was no treasure in the vault, but we have to move on. There is nothing to be gained from staying in Qarth; it is long since time for me to find an army".

Ah, the Unsullied. That meant going to Astaphor if I remembered correctly.

"Though I am still disgusted by the notion of a slave army" she added.

As was I, but not for all the same reasons the princess was. You should pay your soldiers, they work hard and have a very dangerous job, but an army forced to fight or purely paid to had no loyalty. You needed to find people who thought for more than pay while still taking that pay as otherwise they would only be slave soilders.

"Then don't buy one" I advised.

The knight frowned at me.

"We cannot take the Iron Throne without an army." Jorah replied while looking only at me "I assumed that you supported Queen Daenerys' claim to the throne".

Of course, I did, as I wanted to be the power behind that throne, assuming that I didn't risk using my special Shout before then and go elsewhere, which would be something to do after I'd mastered my other Shouts. I still had much to learn about the limits of my powers.

"If you can spare a few moments Your Grace, I might be able to help you out with your gold shortage," I said, "As long as we can talk privately and you don't mind spending some of your remaining treasure on enough raw iron ore".

That got her attention, and soon she'd be marvelling as I turned crude iron ore into gold. Well, I'd turn it into silver and then gold thanks to the transmutation spell I'd picked up some time ago. I should have more than enough magical power to make it work now.

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Astapor. Esso.

Since Ser Jorah Cockblocker, as he was now called in the privacy of my mind, had been at the queen's side day and night since we'd started travelling to Astapor, I'd not had any chances to get into the Khaleesi's panties, assuming she wore any, and he made it hard to bring the Mother of Dragons under my control. Despite that, I was starting to feel good about my existence in this dimension.

Sure I'd left behind my life in Skyrim, and that meant there might not be anyone around to stop the vampires, but I'd saved that land twice so I didn't feel guilty about that. I just missed Aela as she'd been a good travelling companion, and eager to please while in bed.

Still, there was fun to be had here, and finding a lively party in one of the pyramids that I'd first viewed from the shoreline was not difficult. It seemed that the free people of Astapor much preferred nightly revelries and debauchery, over staying in at night with a good book, something I had little trouble getting into after spending so much running around completing quests and sleeping in the wilderness.

As I meandered through the party, drawing attention simply due to my strange physical appearances. I looked to be from the Northern lands of Westeros. Plus I was wearing dragon-plate armour as such I was exotic enough to draw some looks and to get some attention from the people here who mattered.

Thankfully it was positive attention rather than negative. I caught the eyes of women, in particular, admiring me when I glanced in their direction. Sadly there weren't many good looking women here, at least not ones who weren't already sitting in some guy's lap. From what I could overhear most of the party guests were old men jockeying for position and power. The rest were whores I suspected, and perhaps young wives or consorts. At least they didn't look like slaves, too well fed and they wore fine clothes, this was good as there were way too many slaves around here.

Mere moments after getting some wine I was approached by a slaver, and since I was wearing armour and carrying a sword on my hip, he assumed I was a warlord or something like that, and he wasn't exactly wrong. Although the people of Skyrim would never call me what even if I led warriors into battle and we'd slain dragons more to grow my own power than to save anyone.

Before long my new friend started talking about the Unsullied, who were of interest to me even I wouldn't be buying any. As for the Unsullied, they weren't exactly what complex, they were little more than a kind of battle automaton. Skilled fighters to be sure, but not the kind of army I'd ever want to lead.

"If you wish to buy Unsullied, you will get no better deal than with the Good Master Kraznys mo Nakloz" I was told "You must allow me to arrange a meeting for you. The other Good Masters will try to swindle you, try to give you fewer warriors for more gold. Only Master Nakloz will trade with you in good faith".

The name meant nothing to me, and I didn't bother finding out much about the guy as I felt fairly sure that he'd be dead soon.

"And why would this Good Master be any better than any other?" I asked.

In my view, this man was doing an incredibly poor job of hiding his sycophancy,

"Well because Master Nakloz is honest and fair, of course," he said.

I gave the slaver a look, and then passed him a gemstone, I'd found a fair few such pretty stones during my travels. I carried them as they were small and could be used to pay for things when I was low on coin.

"Now tell me why I really should go see this Good Master of yours" I instructed.

Before long the small bit of treasure vanished

"The Good Master Kraznys mo Nakloz is young, younger than any of the other Good Masters. He is untested but he is also very ambitious. He has yet to make a sale of Unsullied, and thus he is not held in the same esteem as his father, despite holding the title of Good Master. A sale of Unsullied to someone such as yourself would increase his reputation, and allow him to stand on equal footing with the other Good Masters".

Given what Miss Stormborn would to these Good Masters that hardly mattered. But for now, it was best to act as if Her Grace wasn't going to have all the slavers killed.

"Now, tell me what you stand to gain from finding a buyer for the Good Master's Unsullied?" I asked.

I didn't bribe him twice. There was no need to.

"The higher he rises, the higher I rise. The lower he falls, the lower I fall" the slaver explained "His success is my success" the slaver explained.

This was something I could use to get us a meeting sooner if nothing else. The quicker we got the army the better as I was already having second thoughts about letting the future Breaker of Chains slaughter the slavers. They couldn't all be total assholes.

"Wonderful," I said while handing over another small gem "I, and a few friends, of mine, will meet with the Good Master as soon as you can arrange it. Assure him that we have no intention of leaving Astapor without an army of Unsullied. The only factor he needs to worry about is setting a fair price".

That was when I noticed something. His slave girl was from Westeros, her skin was too pale to be local, I also guessed that she had been kept out of the sun.

"Oh, and you will gift me your slave girl, as a token of our new friendship" I commanded.

Both he and the slave look at me with wide eyes. The slaver was clearly startled as it took him several moments to reply, and even then he just stuttered for a few moments.

"I will take the girl and then we will have solidified our friendship," I told him "The rewards will be generous".

My eyes locked with the poor slave girl's and it was all I needed to tell how she felt. Not that she needed to be concerned. I intended to give her some gold and get her a job as Miss Stormborn's handmaiden. The queen would like having a girl from Westeros to talk to.

"Yes, of course, friend. She is yours, my gift to you. We will see each other tomorrow" he said, "I will find you".

I turned my eyes back to the horrified slave girl, her own gaze was filled with betrayal as she stared at her former master's back. He moved to leave in rather a hurry.

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Astapor. Esso.

Later that night I found Daenerys sitting in one of a set of rooms she'd been able to rent, no doubt after trading for local coins some of the gold I'd transmuted for her from raw iron ore. That bit of magic took quite a lot of mana, but it was worth it.

"You brought me a slave?", she asked after I'd introduced the queen to her new Handmaiden.

Well, it would seem that way.

"She's from Westeros," I said "Some people from your homeland do end up as slaves, although it is illegal there. I figured you might like having someone from Westeros to talk to. And she doesn't have to be a slave, you can always pay her. Besides if I'd simply freed her, where would she go? She'd only end up a slave again and the gold I've given her would end up in some slaver's purse. Better to take her with you".

That calmed down the Mother of Dragons.

"Thank you," she said after a while.

After getting one Her Grace's other servants to take care of the handmaiden I'd brought I then took a seat. These new quarters were rather nice. These slavers knew how to live in style.

"Your Grace" I started by saying "I've already made arrangements for us to met with a Master called Kraznys mo Nakloz. I've talked with one of his flunkies, who is going to arrange a meeting for us".

Daenerys wasn't pleased by this news, as she didn't care for slavery, but I had saved her some effort.

"Good work" she praised.

That was when I took out a small ruby I'd been carrying around and presented it to the queen. I didn't have many gems left, but in theory, at least, I had infinite gold so I didn't care much for the shiny things I'd gathered up during my travels in Skyrim.

"A little investment," I told her "Should get you a few more soldiers".

I then looked around having noticed something was off.

"Where's your brave protector?" I asked.

It was odd not to see Ser Jorah hanging around Miss Stormborn.

"I wanted to speak with you alone," she said while smiling at me.

Oh, I had an idea where this was going, and soon we were kissing. Daenerys's lips were soft and warm. I kissed her gently at first, but then playfully and before long we kissed very passionately. I felt a great lust towards this woman and I wanted to explore every inch of her body, and I wanted to claim her as my own.

When that desire grew too great to bear, I took a step back from her so that I could restrain myself and while doing that I took in the sight of her again. I'd not noticed it right away, but there was a beauty about her that no human actress could ever get quite right. Her hair and purple eyes gave an exotic look, she was human, but also something else. A lot like me.

"Let's get you undressed," I said.

She raised her arms up as I pulled her robe upwards, lifting it off her head and then carelessly casting it aside. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wore nothing beneath it. Not that I should have been as clearly she'd planned this out, making sure that her servants and her lapdog knight were not here to interrupt. I'd easily won her affections and now she wanted to show me what that meant.

Daenerys was an even more pleasant sight in the nude. Her pale figure was firm and slim, she had a flat stomach and slender waist, and while her breasts were on the small size when compared to some I'd seen, they were perky, with pink nipples that needed to be played with. Her sweet little pussy was bare, and this I liked. I figured that she might already be wet for me, I would check soon.

When I placed my hands on her bare hips before moving them up her back, I quickly noticed how warm she felt. The blood of the dragon must be strong in her. Thankfully she was very human when it came to her physical form. Something to be glad about as dragons were covered in tough hide and rigid scales, not at all sexy. Not unless you're into that sort of thing and I certainly was not.

"I want to see you," the Mother of Dragons said softly.

Upon hearing that I took a single step away from her and began swiftly shedding my clothes. I'd taken my armour off earlier this evening so before long she got see my body. My chest was muscular and lightly haired, and my arms were strong thanks to the training I'd done and with every dragon soul I'd taken in I had become stronger, this was somewhat reflected in my physical form. I also had some scars, but they only added the rugged man image I had going for me.

Then came off my trousers and since I did wear anything under them my stiff cock had become free in the cool night air. The future Breaker of Chains reached out to gently touch it, acting for a moment as if it might bite her if she wasn't gentle, like one with one of her dragons, but she had no reason to be concerned as her touch was warm and soft.

When we got closer my hands roamed her body, I squeezed her arse, and finally, I got to her cunt, which was wet as I'd known it would be. Many females found me attractive right away and their bodies were mine to play due to how eager to please they quickly became. There was something in these women, a primal part of them that responded to the power within me. Over time it had become easier and easier for me to dominate the females of many races.

"What should I do?" Daenerys asked, "How do I make you happy".

Perhaps it would have been more enjoyable for me to take her virginity than to fuck her now, only in some ways this was better, she was already used to rough sex, to a man taking what he wanted for her body, and she could still love the man who did that to her.

"Just do as I say," I said, "Get on your knees".

She did as she was told. I already had this powerful woman under my control, at least at times such as these, in public it would have to be different as I desired for her to sit on the Iron Throne while I ruled from the shadows. Like any dragon, at least in spirit, I desire power over others, but my human mind was cunning enough to know that no one ever sat at easy on the Iron Throne. As powerful as I'd become I was still vulnerable to a knife in the back so better for Miss Stormborn to take the fancy seat so I could watch her back while also pulling her strings.

Not that this concerned me right now as I had the Mother of Dragons on her knees before, and she was looking up at me with a look full of not love, or even lust, there was a desire in her, and an eagerness to please me, and she had good reasons for wanting to keep me happy. After all, she needed to keep her strongest ally happy.

"Kiss it" I ordered.

Daenerys puckered her lips and pressed them against the side of my cock, and then pulled them away, making a kissing noise as she did. She soon gave my dick another gentle kiss to the other side.

"I know what to do," she said.

She proved that she had at least some idea of how to keep a guy interested when she began to orally please me as best she could. Her fingertips gently pressed into the shaft as kept the tip of my manhood inside her mouth. She'd picked up some of what she needed to know about blowjobs at some point, she just needed some help. So I directed her to grasp the shaft of my penis with a reasonably firm grip and then to gently move the hand while moving the rest of my cock in and out of her mouth. As she did as I instructed she looked up at me with innocent eyes. The violet of them glittered in the candlelight.

"Is this good?" she asked.

I praised her and soon Daenerys was bobbing her head more, getting into a good rhythm. Inside her mouth, the flat of her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock. She was putting in the effort to please me, and if she kept going I would cum in her mouth, normally a pleasing process, and if I had my way, and I nearly always did, she'd been spending plenty of time swallowing my cum, however before she experienced that I wanted to fuck her.

"Go lie down," I ordered.

Daenerys went over to the bed as I wished her to and laid down. She looked at me and then she moved enough to spread her legs for me. Making sure that I could see the cunt she was offering up for a good, hard fucking. I couldn't resist what she offered up and so I moved over to join in her on the bed. Getting on top of her.

Now it was time, and I entered her slowly, filling her welcoming cunt.

"I'm yours," she said, "You can do whatever you want to me".

I was sure that I could, and that she'd take it, but it wouldn't do for me to leave marks on any part of her body that someone might see. Not that I intended to, I wouldn't hit her, but I was rather strong, and I'd left bruises on a woman's hips more than once. Yet none of them had minded, it was easy to forget that while men were stronger than women they had a great tolerance for pain and any marks would quickly fade as I could just heal her afterwards.

While I did start off slow, giving her time to adjust to me I soon hastened my pace, fucking her with faster thrusts. She seemed to be enjoying herself judging by the big smile on her face. I couldn't look at her for long as she wrapped her arms around me and pushed me closer to her as if she was trying to get even more of me inside her.

All I could do now was fuck until I finished inside her. Something that didn't take very long due to her tight and very hot cunt. Not that she minded and I could always fuck her again before the night was over.