Suddenly.
Silvara jolted awake, eyes snapping into perfect clarity in an instant. Her left hand whipped through the air on pure reflex.
SHIIIING!!
The massive claymore materialized with a thunderous roar, the wide blade gleaming, ready to cleave anything that dared threaten them.
But not toward Lucas.
In a fraction of a heartbeat she twisted her body, gripping the claymore two-handed high above her head, parrying something that had streaked straight for Lucas's exposed throat.
KLAAANGG!!!
Sparks exploded in every direction.
She blocked it at the very last possible second. The sheer force shoved her forward, making the situation for Lucas infinitely worse: now she was fully straddling his face, her bare pussy hovering an inch from his nose while she held the sword tensed overhead.
