Akane's silver and red hair flared like flames catching wind, her fox ears flattening against her skull as her jaw clenched so hard Tianlong could hear her teeth grinding from across the room.
Her nine tails whipped behind her, each one bristling with barely contained fury, the tips sparking with residual spiritual energy that made the air crackle.
But she wasn't looking at him.
Her blazing gaze locked onto the woman beneath him—the elf whose pussy was still stretched obscenely around her husband's thick cock, whose emerald eyes were wide with shock and tears already welling at the corners, whose hands were frozen mid-push against his chest.
The woman's mouth hung open, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips as her body trembled, hips twitching involuntarily around the intrusion that had violated her so suddenly.
Akane's hand shot out, palm open as if to physically stop what was already done.
