Jennifer's Dream Succession bloodline made her orgasm feel like falling asleep into something warm, her eyes going hazy and soft even while she screamed, her flour-dusted wrists white-knuckling the stone edge.
Nara's Beast-Touched body mutated slightly with every thrust — her nipples darkening, her cunt walls thickening, her bloodline accelerating its changes under his incubus field. By the time he moved on she was subtly different than when he'd started.
He was on his sixth woman — Avriana, the oracle, who had known this was coming and had come anyway and was currently discovering that knowing the future and surviving the present were completely different skills — when he spoke again.
He grabbed her hip with one hand.
He drove deep.
PAAAH!
"KKIAAANGHH~!!"
"Considering the slave mark," he said.
He kept his hips moving. Steady. Relentless. Avriana's oracle composure was fully dissolved, her face pressed sideways against the stone edge, her knowing eyes blank and wet.
