She reached up. Her hands, pale, trembling, found the gap in his robe. She pulled the fabric aside. His cock was revealed. The shaft, pale, thick, twelve inches even soft. The head, dark crimson. The balls, heavy, the sac hanging low.
It was slimy. Wet. The remnants of the night's activities coated the shaft. The virgin blood of the princess, dried but still visible. The arousal of the violet-haired woman, slick and viscous. The divine cum, the residue of multiple ejaculations. The combined fluids, the evidence of a night of divine sex, covered his cock.
She smelled it. All of it. The princess's blood. The violet woman's arousal. His cum. The cocktail of scents, overwhelming, intoxicating, hit her nose. Her body, conditioned by the Horny God Physique's pheromones from the cave, responded. Her pussy gushed. The moisture ran through her panty, dripping onto the jade.
