❝ I love you, too, my pretty cow princess. Very much ~ . ❞
Her heart wasn't the only thing to beat faster. Throbs and twitches coming from that knot started to happen more often. Aside from the headpats, her other hand reached out to caress Lyna's cheek in encouragement, too!
Hearing Lyna chant her love for the Mythical caused the Dark Type to open up those eyes. Darkrai looked over at the pinkette with eyes filled of love and affection towards her. Darkrai hadn't heard those words before, so hearing it made her heart beat faster.
Darkrai is, in fact, much stronger in her nightmare realm. Who wouldn't be if they had their own realm? Is Liana not stronger under sunlight?
The yank of that tie didn't do much, but her head did move ever so slightly.
❝ Perhaps you're stronger than an ant, after all ~ ❞
the rest of the shaft along the rest of her face. Now, Darkrai's hefty orbs placed itself directly against Lyna's lips. The taste and scent was noticeably more intense compared to the Mythical's knot, so Darkrai wanted to have the researcher get a taste of them, too~.
If she had plenty to encourage her before, Darkrai wanted to give the pinkette even more encouragement now. The Mythical wanted to abuse her love of being ordered around and her love of Darkrai's scent.
❝ Show me. Show me those fingers pumping in and out of your pussy like-
the obedient little cow slut that you are. I want you to keep going while telling me all about how much you wish for your owner to abuse that cow body of yours ~ . ❞
Darkrai's knot was removed from the throat. The Dark Type decided to place it directly against her nose and
The hand that had just slapped her now caressed her cheek.
❝ Surely, a pathetic, little dummy like you can figure it out. What do you call someone who owns you?❞
Darkrai's index finger and thumb was shoved inside of her mouth to pinch her tongue.
With some more head pats being given, Darkrai spoke in a softer, more affectionate tone. Although, a few moans were mixed in with her words.
❝ That's my good girl. . . ~ mmm. . . ~ My pretty cow princess. . . ~ hah. . . ~ ❞
Feeling those soft, fleshy mounds so eagerly pleasuring the Mythical's knot caused it to start leaking pre–cum out of the tip to coat it. Her large breasts quickly got covered in the clear, slimy liquid that acted as lubricant to help her speed up ever so slightly.
The veins on the side of Darkrai's knotted cock started to gently throb which caused that knot to have faint but noticeable twitches. The Mythical's breathing picked up from having her cow take care of those needs first thing in the morning.
Perhaps she might be able to feel it. After all, her neck would bulge out directly against that pink collar Darkrai gave her. Even the collar was at risk of snapping due to the Mythical using the researcher's throat like an onahole~
Darkrai couldn't see the fact that Lyna was getting wet, but the Dark Type could certainly see the signs. She noticed how the pinkette's eyes showed the researcher practically getting drunk off the scent and taste of that knot.
After giving that command, Darkrai's hand started to push and pull Lyna's head back and forth. The Mythical's knot slid in and out of Lyna’s throat at a rapid pace. Even though she couldn't see it, a visible bulge could be seen every time that shaft slid deep.
Darkrai's eyes remained closed at the moment, but the soft, squishy feeling of Lyna’s breasts practically swallowing the Mythical's knot was enough to make Darkrai moan. The Dark Type's knot kept getting more and more excited, which led to it increasing in size and girth in
between her breasts.
❝ They feel nice, my little cow ~ . . . ❞
A mixture of a yawn and a moan escaped Darkrai's lips. The Mythical's breathing picked up from the gentle pleasure. . .
Getting to lay back and rest while such a pretty woman was pleasuring her?