Kapitel 872: Red and Brown

"AH! AH! AH! Harder, harder," Morena moaned, humping her but back in rhythm with Cain's moves. Her inside tensed up, and an itch climbed up her spine, thirsting for more.

The more he thrusts, the itchier she got, and the faster she humped back, which only got her itchier, seeking a deeper thrust. Cain felt that, so with her itching, he thrust faster.

Morena hunched forward, feeling it climb up her throat. The itch lingered beneath her teeth, making her droll rivers. The destruction-seeking mind quickly faded away, replaced by a dried sponge, seeing to quench its thirst.

Cain could sense her thirst growing stronger, deeper, and harder to quell. The humanoid body she wore now held her back, limiting her senses. What is the strength of dragons, became her weakness, and the bone of undead tanked her senses.

Cain smiled, pulling her by the hair. He knew how her mind worked, and could feel her desires. To those limits, he had a solution.