Lilith raised an eyebrow as the ashen arrow approached in a slow spiral—
the wind parting to give it passage,
as if the world itself allowed the arrow to dig into an old wound.
"Hmm…" Lilith smirked—half amused, half threatening.
"A natural-born Hunter's arrow, huh?"
Her fingers touched the shaft of the arrow before it touched her—
then—tap!
as if it were nothing but a mosquito interrupting meditation,
the arrow was swatted aside and disintegrated into dusts of memory
before it could reach her skin.
The arrow pulsed gently before shattering, and Lilith's gown fluttered from the sudden wind. For a heartbeat, her thighs were fully exposed beneath the silky slit—soft, gleaming, and toned. The sheer fabric clung to her ass like a lover desperate to stay. Nathan's cock twitched in the distance.
"Sweet… but not deep enough."
Velmora froze.
But Lilith gave no room to breathe.
As Domina lunged from the right,
her blue claws glowing like cursed art,
