Tianlong noticed her the moment she began to descend.
The golden tornado still churned above the broken roof. The manifested sword, enormous and humming, cast its glow over the wreckage of the stalls and the howling market beyond.
And through that light, cutting through the wind like a blade through silk, a woman descended. Silver hair streaming. Jade eyes sharp.
Heavy breasts visible through the open front of her cut-off dress, the milky white mounds swaying with her landing, the dark outline of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. The cloth between her thighs clung to the shape of her pussy, the outline unmistakable, the slit visible through the soaked material.
He slammed his cock hard into all three women at once. One hand gathering three fists of hair. The wife on the left, the thick woman on the right, the horse keeper in the middle, all three heads pulled back by his grip, all three throats arched, all three mouths open.
"Mmmfh~!! Anhgh~!! M-Master~!!"
