Genuinely. The Siren-Cow hybrid luminescence had been building since conception confirmed, a warm, milk-pale light running just under her skin, most concentrated at her chest and belly. Her nipples were leaking freely — not in response to anything, just 'continuously', two thin streams running down the underside of each breast and dripping from the dark tips without requiring stimulation to maintain.
She watched him fuck both younger women's asses in alternating rhythm.
Then she moved.
She came up behind him. Pressed her chest to his back. Her arms came around his waist — warm, soft, possessive — her heavy breasts flattening against his spine and her nipples immediately transferring their leak to his skin, two warm wet trails running down either side of his back.
Her chin on his shoulder.
Her mouth near his ear.
"Mine," she said, very quietly. Not to him. To the room.
His tail moved.
