"Good girl," Tianlong said softly, from the boulder.
She pulled her mouth off the dripping pussy with a wet gasp, a string of cream and spit bridging her lips to those flushed folds, and glared up at him with the last scrap of her dignity, face soaked, chin dripping, eyes crossed from qi.
"I am NOT," she snarled, "a good, aah..."
Her hips rocked again.
"Your cunt says otherwise," he observed. "It's been singing for the last ten minutes."
"I will kill you in your sleep."
"You will sleep in my furs."
"I will, I will..." Her eyes dropped, traitorously, to the cock between his legs, still half-hard, still glistening with Xiaoyue. Her voice thinned. "...I will think about it."
"Xiaoyue," he said, rising from the boulder. He walked to the sprawled wolfkin and stroked her ears, and the girl melted into the grass, purring like a kitten, tail thumping.
