Fran leaned back, squatting against her heels while trembling, chest clinging to her linen dress, moved up and down in short, sharp movements. Her mouth was agape with drool leaking from the corner.
She was soaking wet.
Her juices leaked down her thighs while her inner walls twitched from the aftershocks.
Fran refused to stop—she wasn't human.
Her lustful eyes peered up at Julian with pink eyes opened wide, glowing faintly with an aura in the dark, humid room. Julian closed his eyes, leaning forward from the pleasure, panting to himself with his balls still tight and sensitive.
He reached to the side without a word, grabbing Fran's half-empty clay flask, and without hesitation, guzzled the rest of the alcohol in a single swig.
Glug... glug... glug... The thick wine burned as it swilled down his throat. A spiced fruity taste filled his taste buds. Fermented sweetness, something potent and stronger than any wine or beer he'd tasted in the real world.
