The twin-tailed priestess was already bent over, panting against the hot stone, steam curling around her hips like a sensual mistcloak. Her tails lifted, twitching in anticipation—one arching high like a question mark, the other swaying like a hypnotist's pendulum. Her scaled ass glistened with sweat and heat, parted just enough to reveal the soaked, quivering slit beneath.
Allen gripped both tails in one fist.
"Nice handles," he muttered, then yanked them apart.
The priestess gasped—sharp, guttural, feral—as her pussy spread wide for him, glistening with thick, clear slickness. Her breath hitched. Her claws scraped stone. Her body trembled like a spellbound offering.
He didn't ask.
He didn't warn.
He just slammed in.
SHLLRRP—SCHLP—SPLAKT!!
