Shen Yu sat back on his haunches, his breathing steadying as he looked down at his new slave.
Her pale face was fully coated in his thick, warm seed, the white fluids dripping down her cheeks, over her lips, and onto her chin.
A look of satisfaction crossed his handsome features.
Reaching down, he grabbed his heavy, semi-erect shaft and casually slapped it against her sticky cheek. Slap.
"Clean it up," he commanded smoothly, his voice echoing with an absolute, unshakeable authority.
Huo Lin didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second.
Driven by the burning power of the black lotus mark pulsing on her abdomen, she eagerly brought her hands up to her face.
Using her fingers, she meticulously scraped the thick white fluids off her skin and licked them clean, swallowing every single drop of his essence with a look of pure, unadulterated devotion.
She didn't want a single speck of his claim to go to waste.
Once she had cleared the majority of it, Shen Yu lightly flicked his wrist.
