Shen Yu let out a low, guttural growl as Xu Yi's throat tightened around him. The sensation was unlike anything he had felt from the others, it wasn't merely a physical act, it was a biological feat.
Her Abyssal Flood Dragon bloodline allowed her internal muscles to ripple and pulse with a serpentine rhythm, constricting and relaxing in waves that felt like a thousand tiny hands drawing him deeper into her depths.
Glk.
"Look at this," Shen Yu rumbled, his hand reaching down to tangle in Xu Yi's brown hair, his knuckles brushing against her flushed cheek. "You truly are something, aren't you? So greedy. So perfectly built to be ruined."
Xu Yi did not pull away.
Instead, she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of primal lust and absolute, submissive devotion.
