Yet neither Faylira nor Sylvaris had any idea the Beastkin Queen was spying on them, the latter too absorbed in driving his massive, twitching cock into the needy elf's soaked pussy. She was dripping, so much so that he didn't even need to struggle to slide into her, her tight walls welcoming him eagerly.
Tonight, Sylvaris had reached level 7 in his harem god system, gaining two more points to add to his stats, and he had no intention of stopping—not until his energy ran out. He'd already activated [Second Energy Rush] once, too exhausted to move after five rounds, his balls emptied. Now, it would be the sixth—a final push to bring them both to their breaking points.
Liraeth was still struggling to catch her breath, her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree, her chest heaving, each inhale making her breasts bounce with the rhythm of her desperate need. Her pink nipples stood erect, just like her pointed elf ears—every inch of her body alive with lust.
