The words fell into the hall.
The elders trembled. Their bodies, their shoulders, their hands, shook. The words, the declaration, the announcement that the Immortal was leaving, hit them. The fear, the absolute, consuming terror of beings who had been living under the protection, the domination, the absolute power of a divine being, and were about to lose it.
Jin Yuhan, her mouth on his cock, felt the words. The shaft, in her mouth, the divine flesh, twitched. Not from pleasure. From the shift in his energy. The decision, the resolution, the certainty, resonated through his divine qi.
Her dark eyes, wide, wet, streamed. Her mouth, still on his cock, sucked harder. Her head, bobbing faster, moved with desperate intensity. Her hands, on the shaft, stroked. Her tongue, on the head, worked. The effort, the desperation, the need to please, to satisfy, to make him want to keep her, was absolute.
