The silence in the alley was heavy, broken only by the wet, rhythmic dripping of semen sliding down Ylva's cheeks. Jason stood there, trembling, his cock still twitching violently in the open air, pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. The white cream clung to Ylva's eyelashes and smeared across her lips, a stark, visceral mark of his betrayal painted across her predatory features.
Right in front of him on her knees, the cow woman rose slowly. She didn't scramble or cower; instead, she stood with a languid, confident grace, her massive, milk-heavy breasts swaying with every movement. Jason's heart hammered against his ribs. He knew Ylva's temper—he knew the lethal precision of her claws. He waited for the scream, the blood, the sound of the cow woman being torn apart.
But the creature didn't flee. With a daring, provocative glint in her eyes, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Jason's twitching cock, stroking the sensitive shaft right in front of Ylva.
