Nightwing continued to thrust lustfully into his mate, moaning, purring and growling all the while. His tip comes right up to the entrance of Glade's womb, but is stopped by her cervix every time. He begins to thrust faster and faster until, with a feral roar, he fires his load deep into Glade's womb, coating every surface with a thick layer of dragon spooge - including his two friends. He lays still on top of his mate, not bothering to withdraw from her. His tip rests directly outside of the cervix, the urethra hanging open slightly like another tunnel...