When You're so Dreadful that you Don't Even Need to Speak
That night, a peak-stage Star Connecting Saint from house Serkar arrived to deliver Helbin's adoption bill and bestow the Serkar surname upon her. But never did he expect that throughout hours of patient waiting, only Helbin's throaty moans would echo within his ears.
"How many are there inside?"
The low-ranking Infernal Protector couldn't help but ask. Although the Serkars were a dual cultivator household, never did he hear of such a "thundering" consummation night. It was as if Helbin was abandoning herself to the devil's yoke while beseeching him for rougher oppression.
Were it not for the *pah* *pah* and squelching sounds booming alongside the groans, that protector would not have been able to restrain himself, and dived in to make sure the young lady wasn't being tortured on a wooden horse or in a brazen bull.
Fortunately, those sounds were there to remind him that this…was nothing more than one hell of a barbaric mating session.