Chapitre 415: Spoil Of War III (R-18)

 Alros looked at the closest women to him, trying to pick the one he will take on first. As for the women, they stare at him. Either than or they stare at his monstrous shaft, one that look like it could tear them into halves.

 'So big!'

 'He will destroy all of us!'

 'That will definitely not fit!'

 As the women feel fear, Alros find his decisiveness. After all, it does not matter who he will do first, he will fuck them all in the end.

 He pulled the closest woman to him, a beautiful blonde. He remembered that she was once a commander, with strength of a B-ranker.

 With her in his arm, Alros kissed her senseless, his tongue entering her oral cavity before exploring her inside, sending jolts of pleasure into her spine.

 As she was intoxicated by the kiss, Alros's hands wandered around, exploring every inch of her skin, from her peaks, to her cave. His fingers make sure no part of her was untouched, as she become a shivering mess.