Nimrodel's eyes rolled completely white. A long, loud scream left her throat as she kept squirting in slow, rhythmic pulses, her invisible pussy milking Adal's cock with intense contractions.
Adal groaned deeply, gripping her flickering hips tighter as he buried himself balls deep and continued fucking her flickering form.
He watched as her ass rippled against his thrusts.
All the queen could do was listen in silence. There were no longer moans coming from the assassin's mouth. Only wet splashes could be heard.
Is she dead...? the queen wondered, foolishly.
Once finally satisfied, Adal pulled out and painted his white seed on the woman's bronze back. Of course, he would have preferred to come inside her, but decided against it.
He did not know the woman well enough and would not risk getting her pregnant.
