"HRWOOOOO!"

Tharja grimaced at the loud, guttural roar that rattled just over her head and tore through the sunset-swept forest. Her hips continued to churn back and forth against the massive dragon dick currently stuffed in her tight wet pussy. His large form loomed over her as she squeezed the strong oak tree for much needed support. The weight on her body caused her legs to buckle and shudder while she tried to stay upright.

Seed. She needed dragon seed for a potent hex meant to ward herself, and the others, from any draconic magic wrought by Velezark or its tribe of Fafnir's. Corrin, being the only male manakete currently allied with Aytolis, was her sole option. His charming naivite had suited the plegian dark mage quite well after she'd bluntly told him what it entailed - fucking her brains out until she could coax out his fresh, unfiltered cum for her hex. It really shouldn't have taken that long, she assumed.

That had been this morning.

"A-AAH!"

Tharja hissed and arched her back while another mind-searing orgasm ravaged her shapely body. She bucked and spasmed as the transformed prince continued to relentlessly rail her again and again. The minute strength still in her arms gave way as her cheek impacted the bark with a loud, somewhat alarming smack. Ignoble drool poured from her gaped lips as her eyes remained rolled up in her skull while her body was rubbed raw against the tree. "Uh muuuh mumbaa," she babbled on and on.

Corrin's body pushed her right against the tree while his thick manakete cock split the tight plegian pussy wide open. Her copious amounts of sinful juices had long stained her tattered, ripped leggings and left a noticeable puddle on the ground between her legs. Dirt and sweat littered her body from toe to finger tip as the various marks of their attempts littered the area around them.

At first it had simply been a transformation with his mind still intact - a small hex to keep his true body manifested while she worked him off. That, as well as a little one for herself to keep from being fucked to death by mistake. A precaution that wound up being far more favorable as she tried to coax out his coveted seed.

Tried.

A handjob, some lip service, and even a reluctant attempt to rub him off with her bosom had ended with no results, much to her ire. She'd then mounted him and rode until her hips gave out - still nothing. The only result was to cause his primal, draconic instincts to slowly stir as the dark, seductive mage writhed and grunted atop him. His gaze had locked on the lascivious sights of her breasts as they bounced, or her ass while it rippled and clapped against his lap, until he couldn't hold back anymore. Neither one knew when that threshold had been crossed - only that it left the next few hours or so blissfully blank.

"P-Pah!"

Tharja spat out the copious drool in her mouth as she slowly regained her senses. Her sensitive body threatened to flare up yet again even as she struggled to pull herself out of the tree. A glance back confirmed her impact had a slight indent in the bark, much to her chagrin. 'I'm going to be paying for that tomorrow,' she grimly noted as she considered how horrific the backlash would be once her durability hex wore off. It may take a few elixirs to numb the pain, but the results had to be worth it once she had Corrin's seed...for her hex, of course.

"C-Cum...aren't yo-oooooooh!"

Tharja's harsh, hoarse croak barely registered to the transformed prince as he acted on pure, unfettered instinct. Again and again he assaulted her tight pussy with his thick spear of a cock. Her velvet folds squeezed and gripped his invasive dick while he rubbed right over every single erogenous spot. The long, long rounds of ravishment had left her nipples painfully erect in the remains of her skintight suit as she struggled to match his thrusts again and again.

Eeeeerk

A concerning crack made the dark mage's ear's twitch while the tree bent in a rather unsettling way. Corrin's weight and constant thrusts had worn down on the mighty oak as it slowly shifted beneath them. Its further descent was mercifully impeded as the trunk impacted with a sturdy boulder behind it that prevented the tree from fully toppling over.

"RHAAAA! R-RHAJAAA!"

The watery, vague call of her name made Tharja shudder while her palms were scraped against the bark again and again. She slowly shifted forward in something of a squat until her bent knees knocked against the trunk. With all four of her limbs planted against the tree she found herself with sufficient leverage to thrust back even as her body screamed and howled in protest.

Clink!

The manakete's wayward tail accidentally knocked over one of Tharja's phials that had been left off to the side. It rolled through the grass away from the Plegian and the Prince - unseen and forgotten as its eventual purpose was left to an uncertain future. One twitch or step from Corrin's foot would've rendered it utterly null, with its sex-soaked master being none the wiser.

Seed. Seed. She needed his seed. Her rattled brain chanted as such again and again until the unspoken words were as much mush as her own mind. The purpose for his semen seemed to be lost on her as her body continued to act on wanton impulse alone. Her hips twitched and undulated back against the scaly, inhuman crotch behind her while she tried to coax out his coveted cum.

Crack!

The tree shuddered as Corrin's foot impaled into the bark. His body left Tharja pinned down while she squirmed atop his cock. Neither one noticed how the sun slipped towards the horizon as they fucked on and on. Just for his dragon seed.

Surely it wouldn't be much longer...right?