Sebatide Hughes experienced his first ejaculation, plunging into a short yet enduring state of confusion.
His pupils surged with viscous red, canine teeth pressed against the soft petals, wildly spread bat wings fanned the vase off the cabinet, and the stirred airflow tore at the walls.
Once he completely regained consciousness, the burning sensation within him had diminished significantly, reaching a tolerable level.
Sebatide Hughes let go of Roy.
He saw her breasts still covered with milky white fluid, her abdomen and side ribs marked by crisscrossed water trails. Driven by habitual thinking, he instinctively bent down to lick up those fluids, and casually sucked the trembling red nipples.
Roy gasped, covering her forehead.
"What... are you doing?"
Sermias at the bedside also found it hard to understand, looking at Sebatide Hughes as though observing a fool with a disease.
Though this fool possessed world-devastating destructive power.
