Luka stood above the panting dark elf, his pants dissipating into mist as he threw his robes onto the ground, revealing his towering, thick erection.
"Luvia."
The surface of his shaft bulged with countless black veins, the transformation into a fallen causing the girth to increase slightly, making it rival an orc's shape.
"Nn... what?"
She slowly recovered, rubbing her eyes before getting a good look.
Her eyes widened in complete shock.
Luvia froze in silence as she gaped at the mass of meat swaying between his legs. Despite her initial rejection, she reached out but soon dragged her arm back and averted her gaze.
"Are you trying to show off, heh... what is that, a weapon? Why is it so big?!"
"Don't give me nonsense now, you know what to do."
He remembered the soft, comfortable feeling of Galatea's mouth, that flexible wet tongue stroking him slowly as she struggled to breathe.
"W-Wait?!"
However, he wasn't going to wait.
