Chapitre 165: Chapter 6: Are We Really Going To War?

'No... her mark is different—why is it the same marking I placed on Marimo...' Lancelot thought to himself as Tyr began to turn her body as if making it easier for him to see her ass.

Her face was beaming with a strange sense of confidence and seductive allure. "Oh~ after the night together, you're still interested in my ass? Here~ let me give you a better look; touch it all you like."

Lancelot didn't complain, his face moving closer to her warm buttocks, noticing that although it seemed like the cursed mark... it was his incubus marking that had formed on her ass—his fingers began to stroke along the marking as it glowed purple and the poor dragoness let out a loud squeak as her back arched and she began to convulse.

"Ah...that!? Why does my ass feels so amazing!?"