While Akane kept Lingxi entertained with her large, delicious supply of milk, Qingyi approached Auranys.
"How's everything going? What did you think of the spear?" he asked, drawing the beautiful goddess into his arms in a firm motion, his fingers sliding around the smooth curve of her slender waist.
Her sweet floral scent filled his lungs, and the weight of those massive divine tits settled heavily against his chest, the plump, warm flesh compressing and molding around the hard planes of his musculature, her stiff nipples pressing insistently through the thin fabric of her robe.
He smiled with satisfaction, pulling her a little closer against his frame.
"Good… she still recognizes me, even though her ego is dormant," Auranys replied, accepting Qingyi's embrace and resting her head on his broad chest.
Extending an elegant hand, she summoned her spear; the long, graceful weapon materialized between her fingers in a soft glow of divine light.
