The growls have Felih shivering, the constant rutting leaving him writhing in his bindings as he feels the mage plowing into him relentlessly, with even his orgasm not slowing him down in the slightest. He's squeezing tight enough to feel every last pulse and twitch of that cock inside him, and he feels more of that thick heat pumping into him, making him mewl and cry out as he clenches tighter. There's no pause, no break, the fucking still going and Felih's every last nerve being struck again and again.

He cries out and whimpers, already feeling himself close to bursting again, and the needy Miqo'te soon ends up screaming and arching as he's driven to another climax, slit clenching and squirting around Azwel, wetness dripping onto his balls, while Felih's barbed cock thickens and swells, barbs flaring wide as each visible jerk and twitch sends a pulse of thick white seed out onto his own torso. He cums with each thrust, each spurt being forced out of him by Azwel's pounding hips, until the orgasm is spent and he's left mewling and gasping desperately for breath.

It's so hard to think, in the throes of ecstasy. At this rate, Azwel might force him into a heat...