Tianlong sat sprawled on the central obsidian throne—the same one Helvora had occupied mere hours ago. But now it served a different purpose entirely.
His crimson robes were completely discarded, his muscular body on full display. His legs were spread wide, planted firmly on the dais.
And beneath him, on their knees, were two women.
Seris—the white-haired queen with ice-blue eyes—had her face buried against his left ball, her painted silver lips wrapped around the heavy orb, sucking gently. Her hands gripped his thigh for balance.
"Mmmph... nnngh..." she moaned against his skin, the vibrations traveling through his entire shaft.
Vyrena—the black-haired queen with amber eyes—mirrored her position on his right side, her lips wrapped around his other ball. Her crimson tattoos glowed faintly with each suck, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat.
"Hnngh... so... big..." she mumbled around the mouthful, her tongue working the sensitive skin.
