"Let's leave then."
Meihua trembled.
The words hung in the morning air between them, simple and final. She felt his seed cooling on her inner thighs. She felt the bite marks on her tits throbbing in the dawn light. She felt the profound, terrifying fullness of a womb that had finally been claimed by something worth claiming.
And she felt the absence.
Her mother.
She pushed herself up from his chest. Her enormous tits swung forward, heavy and marked. Her thick thighs straddled him still, her dark-haired pussy pressed against his abdomen. She looked at his face with the dazed, desperate eyes of a woman who had been given everything and was about to risk losing it.
"Wait," she whispered.
Tianlong's gold-crimson eyes moved to her face. The hand that had been rubbing her back went still.
"No," he said.
He knew. She could see that he knew. The divine perception in his gaze read her trembling lips, her clenched fists, the particular frequency of fear that was not for herself.
