The authority in his tone made something deep inside her submit instinctively, her struggling lessening as he began to push inside.
But instead of entering her fully, he pulled back, leaving her empty and aching. His hands moved to position himself better, one gripping her hip while the other reached toward where Xiang lay on the soft grass nearby.
Xiang had been watching the entire display with wide, terrified violet eyes, her small hands unconsciously rubbing at her own pussy through her now-crumbling black bikini.
She was trembling like a leaf, caught between fear and arousal as she witnessed Tianlong's complete domination of the ancient fox woman.
"Can't even wait your turn, huh?" Tianlong's voice was amused but dangerous, his gaze shifting to the younger woman.
Before Xiang could respond, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the clearing—his nature affinity responding to his will like an extension of his own body.
