When the dust finally began to settle, the scene was apocalyptic.
The house—if it could even be called that anymore—was completely gone. Only the floor remained, cracked and scorched, sitting at the bottom of a massive crater that had formed from the combined destruction.
The bed was somehow still intact, though now sitting at a precarious angle, sheets torn and soaked.
Debris littered everything—wood, leaves, dirt, shattered ice crystals melting in the afternoon sun.
And there, on that ruined bed, Tianlong sat, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with the elf's juices, his expression carefully neutral.
Across from him, kneeling on the crumbled mattress, was Akane.
Her silver and red hair was wild, her fox ears perked forward, her nine tails swaying gently behind her. Her golden eyes—those beautiful, fierce eyes—were locked onto his face, wide and shimmering.
