Zane thought that if he had the ability to see auras then Phoenix's would be a shining, bright golden at this moment, he was practically humming as he wore his cocks. Zane sat cross-legged on the bed as he drank the porridge, the porridge was steaming and creamy, carrying the rich scent of oats and warm milk. Each spoonful was a perfect blend of warmth and comfort and Zane sighed in contentment.
"If you see the absolute rubbish I ate in that dungeon, it was not fit for human consumption.
