Liria tried to pull the ruined edges of her leather top together, but her hands were shaking too badly.
Her legs felt like jelly.
Between the intense, forced orgasm, the freezing chill of his Yin mana, and the pure terror of watching two hardened D-Rank cultists turn into dry, mummified husks in seconds, her body completely refused to cooperate.
She slumped back against the damp brick wall, panting heavily, her bare, sweat-slicked D-cup breasts heaving in the damp air.
Alex looked down at her.
He couldn't drag a half-naked, trembling woman through the streets. The city patrol would surround them, and he was in no mood to explain himself.
With a frustrated sigh, Alex grabbed the zipper of his oversized grey hoodie and pulled it down.
He stripped the hoodie off, exposing his upper body to the chilly morning air.
Underneath, he wore only a thin white t-shirt and Lily's borrowed sports bra.
The damp cotton clung tightly to his frame, clearly outlining the soft, undeniable curve of his developing A-cup breasts and the sharp, perky points of his swollen nipples.
He didn't care who saw his chest right now. He threw the warm hoodie over Liria's bare shoulders.
"Put your arms through," Alex ordered, his soft, high-pitched voice leaving no room for argument.
Liria didn't fight back. Unknowing after his intense climax inside her, she was already marked by the Desire mark.
She weakly slipped her arms into the baggy sleeves, practically burying her face in the collar.
The thick fabric was still warm from his body and soaked with the heavy, intoxicating scent of his sweet pheromones.
She let out a long, shuddering moan as the aphrodisiac scent washed over her all over again, making her inner thighs twitch against her sticky underwear.
Alex turned his back to her and crouched low. "Hop on. We can't stay here."
Liria clumsy wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her heavy body sink onto his back.
To Alex, her weight felt like nothing at all.
But the physical contact was an immediate distraction. As he stood up and adjusted his grip under her thick, soft thighs, her bare breasts pressed firmly against his shoulder blades, squishing warmly through the cotton of his shirt.
Her hot breath tickled the side of his neck, and every step he took sent a subtle, electric friction right down to his own sensitive groin.
He carried her out of the empty alley, keeping to the quieter side streets.
He needed a place nearby, somewhere private where they could wash off the sweat, and the heavy smell of sex, and figure out what to do with Lady Clara.
Two blocks down, a faded red neon sign buzzed against the grey morning sky: The Whispering Willow Inn.
It was a cheap, run-down love motel.
The paint was peeling on the outside, and the windows were tinted dark.
It was the exact kind of place where nobody asked for identification. Without a second thought, Alex pushed the glass door open and stepped inside, carrying Liria piggyback-style.
Behind the scratched wooden reception desk sat a young man in his early twenties.
He wore thin, plain wire-rimmed glasses and a boring brown sweater.
He had the kind of completely average, forgettable face you wouldn't remember five seconds after walking out of the room.
He was bored out of his mind, lazily scrolling through a cheap sports magazine.
When the entrance bell chimed, the receptionist looked up with a dull, practiced expression.
His jaw stopped halfway open. He blinked hard, adjusting his glasses to make sure he was seeing clearly.
Walking toward his desk was a stunning, dark-haired young woman.
Her skin was impossibly pale and flawless, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and her dark eyes carried a sharp, magnetic pull.
She had a slender, narrow waist and wide, feminine hips that swayed with every step she took.
Worse, she was wearing a thin t-shirt that clearly hugged the perky, swelling shape of her small breasts, her erect nipples visible through the cloth.
And clinging to her back was a second girl, a gorgeous blonde with sharp, sexy features, completely swallowed up by a baggy men's hoodie.
The blonde looked deeply flushed, sweating, and panted softly against the dark-haired girl's neck like she had just been thoroughly wrecked.
The receptionist immediately leaned over the desk, stretching his neck to look past them toward the glass door.
He waited for a boyfriend, a husband, or some rough-looking guy to walk in behind them.
Nobody came. The door swung shut.
It was just two girls checking into a dirty love motel together.
An instant rush of heat flooded the receptionist's chest.
His blood felt like it was boiling.
His mind short-circuited as wild, dirty yuri fantasies exploded in his head.
Clearly, this is not his first time watching women come in alone, however beautiful women like now were very rare.
What were two beauties like this doing in a place like The Whispering Willow Inn at ten or eleven in the morning?
Why was the blonde girl panting so hard, and why did they smell like such a heavy, intoxicating mix of sweet perfume and raw heat?
"H-Hello! Welcome to The Whispering Willow Inn!" the receptionist stammered.
He threw his magazine aside and stood up straight, trying desperately to act professional and enthusiastic while attempting to hide the greedy, heated look in his eyes.
His hands shook slightly as he smoothed down his boring sweater. "Are you two... looking for a room for the afternoon, or staying the whole night?"
He couldn't tear his eyes away from Alex's soft lips and the way Liria's thick thighs dangled over Alex's hips.
His imagination ran wild, picturing what these two young women were going to do to each other the second they locked a bedroom door behind them.
Alex saw the look in the guy's eyes immediately.
It was the exact same horny, staring expression the old pervert at the Association always gave him.
It grossed him out, but his Temptress instincts took over automatically.
If this guy thought he was a hot girl looking for a quick fling with another woman, it made things much easier.
Alex walked right up to the desk, letting Liria's weight slide down slightly so her feet brushed the floor, though he kept an arm securely around her waist to hold her upright.
He leaned slightly over the counter, letting his pheromone-laced scent drift across the wood.
"We need a quiet room," Alex said softly.
His high-pitched voice naturally carried a sultry, hypnotic purr that made the receptionist's knees feel weak. "We've had a really rough morning, and we need to shower and rest. We don't want any housekeeping, and we don't want anyone knocking on our door. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes! Absolutely! Total privacy, guaranteed!" the receptionist gasped, his face burning a bright red.
He practically scrambled over himself, opening a drawer and slamming a brass room key onto the desk without asking for a single piece of ID. "Room 104! It's all the way at the end of the hall, away from the street! The quietest room in the building!"
"Thanks," Alex said smoothly. He pulled a handful of physical credit notes from his pocket and dropped them onto the counter.
Before the clerk could try to start a conversation or offer to help them, Alex wrapped his arm tighter around Liria's waist, supporting her heavy, curving body against his own, and guided her down the dim hallway toward Room 104.
Behind them, the receptionist slumped back into his chair, sweating heavily and staring down the hallway with wide, greedy eyes, wishing more than anything that he could be a fly on the wall in that room.
Or perhaps some God would grant him a blessing, allowing him to partake in the fun.
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