The woman below him whimpered faintly, her body trembling as Lor slowly slipped free from her soaked pussy, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the silk-draped alcove.
His cum oozed from between her thighs in lazy, glistening streaks, trailing over her swollen lips, dripping down her inner thighs, soaking into the cushioned bench beneath.
She lay folded over the bench, panting, spent but smiling, her face glowing beneath the gold serpent mask, her full breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
Lor took a step back, breathing heavily, his cock slick and twitching, still hard despite the intensity, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
The magic in the air buzzed faintly, soaking into his skin, feeding his nerves with a hum that outshone the mana-light.
He adjusted his velvet robe just enough to let it hang open—no shame, no pretense, his lean chest glistening with sweat, his cock throbbing against the silk lining.
