"Nyan? Should we participate?" the cat girl asked, floating a few feet above the ground, her feline ears twitching as she caught every damp, obscene sound echoing up from below.
"Uh... maybe?" the voluptuous little fox replied hesitantly.
But as both of them felt the powerful shockwaves rolling outward from Khaedryss's body, they shuddered together, tails stiffening on instinct.
"Let's prepare hubby's funeral, Nyan!" Linyue exclaimed, her voice bright with glee.
Xueyao nodded enthusiastically, and the two shot off into the sky, flying toward the temple without looking back.
Qingyi remained behind, his left hand gripping Khaedryss's hip firmly while his right slowly descended, sinking into the deep valley formed by her cleft of Venus.
The plump folds of soft flesh swallowed his thumb, the digit sinking easily into that pink, slippery interior.
It was hot, almost scalding even for him, as if he had plunged his finger into a wet, pulsing volcano.
