Leo stood over Belladonna, watching her lick the last drop of his semen from his cock.
As she was done, she licked her lips, her eyes heavy with adoration, looking like a faithful pet waiting for a pat on the head.
"Good girl," Leo said again, running a hand through her messy black hair.
But the fire in his blood hadn't died down. He looked at Shadow who was slumped against the stone wall.
Her legs were sprawled out, twitching occasionally. Her head hung low, her chest heaving as she tried to pull air into her lungs. The pink flush of the aphrodisiac still stained her skin, and her eyes were glazed over, staring in his direction.
Leo smirked.
"You think you're done?" he asked, his voice cutting through the heavy silence.
Shadow's head snapped up weakly. She blinked, trying to focus on him. She saw him standing there, his cock still hard, even after the intense sex and cumming a big load of his seed inside her.
