Her pussy clenched reflexively at his touch, as if her body expected him to fuck her again right there. Her nipples hardened further, leaking more milk.
She snapped her fingers weakly.
Mana swirled around her body, coalescing into fabric. A robe formed—deep green silk that covered the marks he'd left on her skin. The bite marks on her tits. The finger-shaped bruises on her hips and ass. The redness around her pussy from his brutal fucking.
All hidden beneath elegant fabric, though the wet spot forming between her legs betrayed what lay underneath.
Tianlong adjusted his grip, carrying her in a princess carry as he turned and walked back through the illusion barrier.
He materialized in front of Mirael and Seraphine.
Both women's eyes went wide with shock.
He was suddenly there again—but now holding another person. A woman with long hair and pointed ears, dressed in expensive-looking robes. Her face was flushed red, eyes glazed. She looked like she was barely conscious.
