The spacious, heavily warded interior of the Ling Clan's golden flying carriage was saturated with the thick, unmistakable scent of raw, unrestrained debauchery. The rhythmic humming of the defensive arrays surrounding the carriage provided a low, vibrating backdrop to the filthy sounds echoing within the opulent cabin.
Alaric sat back on the plush, velvet-upholstered seating, a dark, immensely satisfied smirk curving his handsome features. With a final, dominant thrust of his hips, he drove his massive, rock-hard erection deep into the suffocating warmth of Ling Ying's throat.
