After a quick survey of the surroundings, Hayley stood guard before Raven's room. Many women had already gone in, including Maria and Hilma from her group. Maine, Mino, Arche, the centaurians, and even Jess, Holly, and Dandy–followed soon after by Robin, Tia, and Moxy. Just the sounds leaking from within–no thundering from the clash of balls to asscheeks was enough to raise a primal heat within her, though her current automaton module lacked the mechanisms to satisfy those needs.
Worse than her, however, was Joselia–witnessing the hero conquering one woman after the other. She'd lay in wait hoping that he would tire, even throwing her servants up, all of whom now lay on the ground with their assess up and a content smirk on their lips while they slept with still quivering pussy lips.
