Dust swirled, and the ground shook in waves.
The Queen of the Heavens, who had broken all moral taboos and cast aside self-restraint, unleashed a savage and domineering demand on the prey beneath her claws like never before.
Pain! Excruciating pain!
As if his bones were being crushed inch by inch, and his flesh torn layer by layer.
Luo En, the victim, grimaced in agony, wanting to speak out against the violence, but the descending cherry lips silenced the words that surged to his throat.
Sweet, with the rich fragrance of fermented fruit—it felt as if a jar of ancient Ambrosial Honey Wine had been unsealed.
Hera's eyes narrowed, her frenzied expression became even more indulgently intoxicated; her nimble tongue pried open the "clay seal" and "wooden stopper"—the two tightly shut defenses—and slipped into the moist "bottle mouth," voraciously sucking on the stored, deliciously sweet "nectar."