The broken moon was silent now, save for the soft, ragged breathing of the goddess beneath him.
Aestrea stayed buried inside Horae for a long moment, his cock still twitching as the last drops of his cum filled her.
Golden blood and thick white seed leaked out around his shaft, dripping onto the cracked lunar surface in slow, obscene strands.
Twitch...!
Horae's body trembled violently, her face pressed against the cold rock, her tongue hanging out slightly in a lingering ahegao expression.
Her wings (or what remained of her energy constructs) flickered weakly behind her.
He finally pulled out with a wet schluuurp, watching as more of his cum poured from her abused pussy.
"Haahn~gh~"
Horae let out a soft, broken moan, her hips twitching as if mourning the loss of him inside her.
Aestrea stood up, looking down at the ruined goddess without any trace of pity.
"Now talk," he said coldly.
"Luna. Elleonora. Chronos. Where exactly are they, and what are they doing here?"
