Tianlong finished with Jia Ying the way a man finishes with a tool he has no further use for.
He lifted her off his cock — the wet, obscene 'schlorp' echoing across the training ground — and set her on the stone. Her legs gave out immediately. She crumpled, her small round tits heaving, her blonde-furred cunt gaping and leaking a thick mixture of blood, arousal, and divine cum. Her blue eyes were glazed, unfocused, her lips parted, drool running down her chin. Her cultivation base — previously Qi Refining — pulsed with new Foundation Establishment energy, the golden light visible through her skin.
She crawled — weak, trembling — toward the edge of the platform, where the other fucked disciples sat.
