While Lustia Lunesta Haniel might have been making two lucky or unlucky Black Foot Fleet Pirates scream out in terror, pain, and perhaps sweet release, depending on their particular taste in women and ability to endure her many years of pent-up sexual frustration, Lilith's moans rang out in pure bliss.
Zeph might have asked if she was still hungry, but she was the one being eaten as he devoured her diamond-studded pearl and clam with the eagerness of a starving man who had been sat at a table full of a feast fit for a king of the sea.
He might have been a quick-tongued charmer capable of talking the dress off of an angel or sex demonesses, but Krynienne and Allison were playing him like they were professional flutists below Lilith's dangling feet that threatened to render them unconscious every time her legs spammed in response to Zeph's machinations as the grand salt cellar licker.
