Amur, member of the Flame Pantera—burning leopard beastmen—and the tribal chief's sister, had to play dead the moment she regained consciousness.
Thud, thud thud thud.
The pounding sounds reaching her ears. Along with lewd water sounds, the man's panting clearly indicated male-female mating. And judging by her wrists still bound in rope, she'd definitely been captured as a prisoner.
How much time had passed? After three days of continuous battle, was she kidnapped through the changed portal direction? Or had her younger brother Flauros already been defeated and she became spoils of war? All kinds of imaginings filled her head, but there was no way without checking with her own eyes.
"...."
Amur opened her eyes to slits. The black feather bed where she lay softly came into view, and looking slightly down, a golden tree was wiggling like tentacles and trembling.
'Exactly like having an orgasm.'
