Ifrit's words were crass and Vulgar, but Leon didn't have the time to ignore her. His webbing wrapped around her arms, locking Sylvie in place as she groaned, almost screeching in agony from the sudden outburst of cold mana.
"Sylvie, I am going—"
Her eyes shifted to him.
She nodded, with teardrops formed of ice, like little crystals dripping onto the bed.
"Do it... I want you too." She mouthed.
Leonhardt nodded, closing his eyes as he pushed forward, his tip slide along her soft lips, parting her petals as their genitals kissed.
His swollen tip pushed against her squishy entrance.
"Hnng.... there.... it's hot."
She couldn't hold it back as she started to groan with a snort.
The smouldering heat of Leon's cock pushed inside her, the warm, seething mana felt so amazing, like the sweetest and most powerful drug, her body wrapped around Leonhardt, gripping his back with her legs, as she used her heels to push his cock deeper.
