The young elf's voice cut through the haze—weak, confused, cracking on that single word.
Tianlong's head turned slowly toward the other bed. Aelion had pushed himself up on one elbow, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. His gaze fixed on the scene before him—the woman's body pinned beneath Tianlong, her torn robes exposing flushed skin and swollen nipples leaking milk in thin rivulets.
"What... what are you doing?" The words tumbled out hoarse and broken.
Sylvea's eyes widened. Her pussy clenched hard around Tianlong's embedded cock, walls rippling as fresh arousal mixed with panic. She opened her mouth, struggling to form words even as another thrust made her gasp.
"I bef—ahh!—before t-the, I—"
PAH!
Tianlong drove forward suddenly, cockhead ramming straight into her cervix.
