The taste was addictive. Sweet and thick, coating her tongue with a warmth that spread through her chest. But more than the taste—the effect. Her mana reserves, which had been scraping near empty after everything she had done in the dimensional merger and battle, were refilling at a rate she had never experienced before.
She swallowed. Another pulse of recovery.
Gulp.
She licked the shaft clean, her tongue tracing along the veins, chasing every last smear of white. The cum on her face she wiped with her fingers and sucked clean, her silver eyes half-lidded with something between hunger and bliss.
Lick... slurp...
Leon watched her, his breathing still heavy.
What the hell is she doing?
She had looked ready to explode with anger a moment ago. Now she was cleaning his cock like it was the most precious thing in the universe.
Xyra pulled back, her lips wet, her face flushed. She looked at his cock—still half-hard, twitching from the recent orgasm—and then up at his face.
