She shattered with a scream—body convulsing, cunt spasming in violent waves, gushing hot around him, drenching his balls and the floor. He fucked through it mercilessly, prolonging the peak until tears streaked her cheeks, voice hoarse.
Only then did he unleash. Hips blurring, he drove deep one final time, roaring as he erupted—thick jets of cum hosing her womb, overflowing to cream down her thighs in pearly ropes. He ground in circles, flooding her utterly, seed bubbling out with each pulse.
They slumped over the table, panting, his cock plugging her full.
When he withdrew, a torrent gushed free, splattering the map—an ironic baptism of the lands they'd conquer. Freja turned, legs shaky, cum trickling down her calves. She cupped his face, kissing him slowly, possessively.
"You'll do, Aragon," she whispered, eyes gleaming.
He smirked, cock twitching at the promise.
"As you wish."
