Kota's heart slammed against his ribs, his grip tightening on the rune-etched sword, the leather handle slick with sweat.
His obsidian armor pulsed faintly, its scales twitching as if alive, his shield humming on his forearm.
His eyes traced Aika's body—graceful, glistening, her bare skin a canvas of defiance and desire.
She dropped to the center of the glowing arena circle, lying flat on her back, her legs spreading with clinical authority, her slick folds glistening, her tight asshole exposed under the red haze.
Her breath deepened, her nipples peaking, her voice low but commanding.
"Mount me. One of you takes the ass."
Reina smirked, her cool confidence unshaken.
"I'll take it." She snapped the harness into place, the strap-on settling against her hips, its thick length gleaming with faint magic.
Miki fumbled with her harness, her sun-tanned fingers trembling as she adjusted the straps over her generous hips, her orange ponytail swaying nervously.
