Sylvie tilted her head, white-green hair falling over one shoulder, a wicked little smile playing on her cum-smeared lips.
"Want a taste?" she purred, voice low and teasing. "There's plenty after all~
She leaned in slowly — bringing her face close to Morgana's — letting a thick bead of Ash's cum drip from her chin toward the older woman's finger.
Morgana's dark crimson eyes flicked down to the drop — then back up to Sylvie's face.
Her smile grew — slow, dangerous, ancient.
She didn't speak.
She simply leaned forward and took the bead from Sylvie's chin with her finger.
While she got the chance to taste Ash's divine seeds, Elysia and Creara materialized both in their full forms in a soft shimmer of light.
Elysia floated to Seraphiel first — leaning down to lick a thick streak of cum from the goddess's cheek with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Mmm… Master's essence is always so sweet," she purred, voice warm and intimate.
