We have intruders

As Hell's tongue was poised to enter her inviting lower lips, his acute senses detected a disturbance outside the tent. He froze, his tongue hovering at the threshold of her lips. "It seems we have intruders," he growled, his gaze snapping towards the First Elder. "Attend to the entourage, ensure warriors' safety. I will personally search for Ye Yang."

The First Elder, her senses enthralled by the promise of Hell's tender probing, had been drifting on a tide of pleasure, her anticipation hanging suspended like a held breath. But the abrupt news of an attack shattered the sensual dream, jolting her back to reality like a splash of icy water, leaving her dazed and disoriented.

Frustration etched on their faces, the pair swiftly readied themselves and burst out of the tent, their intimate moment cruelly interrupted. Hell transformed into his youthful pup form, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a fierce intensity as he sought out Ye Yang's presence.