The master suite was thick with the scent of moon-chilled nectar and raw, primordial musk. Shen Yu stood over them like a dark deity, his 10th Stage Qi vibrating through the floorboards, his golden eyes burning with a light that stripped them of every remaining shred of modesty.
Plap... Squelch... Plap...
"Watch closely, Yan'er," Shen Yu commanded, his voice a low, sovereign vibration that made the Matriarch's core quiver. "See how the Pride of the Tang Clan breaks for me."
Meng Yan watched with a glazed intensity, her breath hitching as she witnessed the monstrous length vanishing into Lixue's drenched heat. The sight of it emerging slick and glistening only to be buried again sent a violent, electric itch straight to her soul. Unable to contain the fire in her blood, her hand drifted down, fingers sinking into her own overflowing slickness.
Shlick... Shlick...
