"Hmmmmm, B-rank talent, Veil of Illusion?" Aurelian hummed in thought, his eyes glued to the notification hovering before him.
"An illusory-type talent, not bad, not bad at all," he smirked. Multiple possibilities of how to use the talent unfolded before his eyes. Before a thought surfaced at the back of his mind: Wait, can I merge it with my S-rank Embers of Spectral Death? He mused, his obsidian eyes lighting up.
What would be the result? Enemies seeing millions of blades appearing before them, not knowing which was real? An evil smirk cracked his lips before his thoughts were yanked back to reality as a sudden warm sensation coursed through his dick.
"Huh?" He blinked, a bit surprised, before he shifted his eyes down. A smile cracked his lips as he watched Lena, now fully unclothed, suck his soiled dick, cleaning it with her soft tongue. Her lips gently clamped over his cock, sending waves of pleasure spreading through him.
