Lyra's naked body was pressed against the cold bars, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her moans filling the room as I thrust into her, my hands gripping her ass, my black aura swirling like a dark storm. Across the cage, Afa knelt on the floor, her body still trembling from her climax, while Alaric stood over her, his red aura flaring, his alien-like features sharp with anger in the neon light.
"Hahaha…" I smirked, my voice dripping with confidence as I moved my hips, fucking Lyra against the cage with steady, forceful thrusts. "What happened, Afa? Tell him how much you loved my thrusts, how many times you came with me in that club." My words were a deliberate jab, aimed to cut deep, my eyes locked on Afa's flushed face as I kept driving into Lyra, her moans spurring me on.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the sounds of our bodies—*slap slap*—echoing like a primal heartbeat
