Tianlong moved. His hands, pale, found his robe. The sash, the crimson rope, untied. The dark silk, the formal immortal's attire, fell. His body, golden and muscular, was revealed. His cock, limp, hung between his thighs. The shaft, even soft, was eight inches. The head, crimson, rested against his thigh.
Bai Lian's green eyes, wide, found his cock. At the size. At the girth. At the sight of a man's organ, the first she had seen in this state, in this context.
She covered her eyes. Her hands, trembling, pressed against her face.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "Stop! You can't... you can't do that to her!"
