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Howling winds did little to conceal the muffled sounds coming from beneath the sand.

The squealing and snarling.

Every instance of grunted effort. The cries of unmistakable ecstasy.

It had been two days.

Accustomed to breeding his harem, enthralled by the taboo of another male joining him in rut, Sinadim had been insatiable. Utterly driven by the forbidden thrill of sharing one of his jewels.

It had been two days, and still… he hadn’t had enough.

Tangled in the dregs of a nest he’d destroyed with a commoner he called brother, cock heavy yet spent against his thigh as he reveled in the debauchery, he listened to the other two sleep.

Long, quiet breaths of the truly exhausted.

He’d outpaced them both.

For every knot Balkazar had set behind that brave, glorious girl’s pelvic bone, Sinadim had set four. Ensuring that his sperm would conquer her womb, even if Balkazar managed to claim one or two.

It wasn’t long before he could hear the sounds of shifting sand and knew his Razie were in the process of digging them out.

But whether the storm had ended, or the Razie were merely seeking to give their prince some much-needed fresh air would wait to be seen.

Sinadim wasn’t ready for the bubble to pop.

Wasn’t ready for the fantasy to come crashing down with the weight of responsibility.

He hadn’t finished indulging his every lewd impulse.

Cock bloating with a tired sort of interest, he stroked his length and looked to the exhausted pair.

A tiny bronze hand lay limp across Balkazar’s chest. The point of her expressive ears relaxed as she slumbered, tangled in the sheets. And just there, the upturned hint of her pussy, still glazed with his last deposit between those sacred lips.

He’d fucked her more times than he cared to count. Driven wild by the glide of another’s seed lining her soiled walls, in knowing this was true competition. That the victor wouldn’t be decided until she delivered the litter they’d sealed in her womb, Sinadim took himself in hand.

Pumping new life into his girth, teasing his knot before dipping lower to massage his balls, he inspected his work. Eyes lit with a hungry gleam.

He’d take her, just like this.

Draw her from sleep as he tore a mighty orgasm from her exhausted body.

Sliding in behind her, keeping her thighs pressed together as he angled her hips to suit his own pleasure, Sinadim eased into tender flesh. A shiver skated over his skin as he pressed inside.

Welcomed with a fresh wave of slick, he was careful not to wake her. Luxuriating in the perverse, he retreated with a quiet hiss and let the anvil flare of his prick drag against the walls of her sheath. Scraping her clean of all that had come before, erasing Balkazar’s efforts, just so he could be the one to fill her up all over again.

He made a mess of her.

They’d made a mess of her.

Soiling her nest with slick and seed, they’d battled for first position. Competing to drag the biggest orgasm from her depths, brothers had become friendly enemies.

The memory was enough to send Sinadim into a full glide. Muscles dewy with eager sweat as he worked to stuff that glorious cunt with as much cock as she could take.

It was lewd the way she swallowed him. Obscene to watch tawny, glazed lips suck him down, only to cling to his shaft as he pulled back for another plunge.

She was relaxed in sleep, her grip on his dick looser than it was when she was awake enough to fuck him from below.