The blood shape trembled violently now, chains rattling as its struggles weakened.
Fear? Yeah, that was there—eyes wide, form quaking. But underneath, something hotter stirred.
"W-what is this—!?" Her jelly thighs clenched instinctively, a faint glow pulsing where her pussy should be.
Tianlong circled behind her slow, deliberate. His fingers hooked into his black robe, shrugging it off.
It dissolved into mist, leaving him bare, cock swinging heavy between his legs—already thickening, veins pulsing as it grew to a monstrous twelve inches, head flared and dripping pre-cum like a threat.
"Since you don't get what's happening," he murmured, voice low and gravelly right against her ear, "let me spell it out."
He pressed up behind her, the heat of his body making her blood form hiss softly.
One hand grabbed a fistful of her hair—blood-red strands materializing just for him to clench—yanking her head back.
