Finally, he pulled out with a wet slurp that made her whimper. Her legs gave out, but he caught her before she hit the ground.
He carried her to a nearby boulder and sat her down gently, her robes falling open around her.
"Rest now," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'll deal with the rest."
Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft smile on her lips. She barely registered the movement around her as Zhao Fan turned his attention to the other women.
Ling'er was first. He approached her with his Yang rod still erect. She backed away, but he was too quick. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her close.
"Please…" she whispered, fear and arousal swirling in her eyes. "Not here. Not like this... That man is watching... "
She didn't wish don't others to see her, especially a man. Her body was a sacred treasure the vessel of holiness.
"How impressive... But Holy maiden seems to have forgotten your body belongs to this Zhao now, let that man watch... He is already broken."
