The primordial instincts

Strax spent several hours by Beatrice's side as she slept peacefully; she already looked like an angel to him. She was gradually healing, and the wounds and cuts had completely disappeared from her body.

Strax's body rested calmly in the chair as if nothing had happened to him in the past few hours. However, his mind was elsewhere—somewhere very, very distant.

"Master, what are you doing here?" Ouroboros asked as she sat on Strax's lap. For some unknown reason, he was inside Ouroboros's spiritual world, which resembled a grand palace, and he was seated on her throne while her voluptuous body pressed against him. She truly was... She was a MILF. She approached slowly, her sexy body rubbing against him provocatively, as if dancing a celestial dance.

Strax felt a shiver run down his spine as Ouroboros enveloped him with an aura of desire. He looked into her eyes, losing himself in the depths of her Abyss.