The voice, the empress's voice, was there.
Tianlong, his gold-crimson eyes, opening, was there. He snapped his fingers. The two women, Fengwan and Liu Mei, on the bed, vanished. The void portals, the spatial rifts, the divine transportation, opened beneath them. Their bodies, the naked, cum-leaking bodies, fell through. Into the void. Into the dimensional pocket where he kept his things. His treasures. His women.
The bed, the silk sheets, were cleaned. The seed, the cum, the evidence — all erased. The divine qi, the cleansing energy, purged the room. The scent, the musk, the feminine and masculine combined scent of recent sex — gone. The room was fresh. Clean. As if nothing had happened.
Naturally, he should fuck the queen freshly. After all, she was a queen. A royal. Her entrance, her first time with him, should be untainted by the evidence of previous women.
