The maple forest was shrouded in a dim, misty haze.
Fang Yang's gaze was profound as he gently pulled the Empress into his embrace, his large, scorching hand wandering incessantly over her body.
Glide over curve after exquisite curve and venture through private sanctuaries; his palms seemed magical, constantly examining the Empress's body.
And that voice kept echoing in the Empress's ear.
"No... I can't take it anymore."
The Empress's voice trembled, dripping with allure; her skin was incessantly quivering, her rosy, stunning cheeks were already thoroughly intoxicated, and her eyes were brimming, the pools almost spilling over.
She could distinctly feel an intense heat within her, as if her body was about to give out.
The Demon Head, meanwhile, was continually repairing, with skillful grace. As his palm moved over her, that restless sensation grew unabated, impossible to suppress.
