Shhh...
The bird dived like a celestial arrow.
Velmora didn't move.
Her tail was still curled around her waist, the tip brushing gently against the freshly-bloomed slit—naughty, slick, and full of wicked intent.
But nature doesn't care whether you're a queen or a whore.
If you're wet and exposed, you're a target.
WHAM!
The bird lunged—claws aimed directly between her thighs.
But in the next second—
CRACK!
A claw, a rabbit's ear, and the sun's glint on caramel skin slashed through the air.
The bird's head was sliced clean off in a single motion.
Feathers exploded like confetti at a mermaid-lizard wedding.
Velmora blinked.
Then blinked again. Her scales instinctively closed over her royal pussy.
Livia stood with her arm extended, blood spatters streaking across her cleavage of caramel gold.
Domina emerged behind her—walking calmly, though her thighs glistened with sweat.
She wasn't panting.
She was furious.
But not at the bird.
