Falling Snow Angel Leader

Darcel stood over Melea's fallen body with an impassive look on his face. He held Darkness's glowing hand in an imposing manner over her, feeling no sway from Melea's slightly frightened expression.

In one swift motion, Darcel slammed his Darkness palm right onto Melea's heaving chest. 

'PA!'

"AAAHN~!!" A mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure assaulted every fiber of Melea's being. 

Darcel's Darkness Energy quickly stormed through her powerless body, throwing her whole body and soul in a lustful chaotic state. 

"Mnn~!! You-" Melea surprisingly still managed to grit her teeth, hanging to the slightest thread of consciousness. She wanted to talk, but Yin's pleasure was far too overwhelming for any coherent sentences. 

Her eyes glared into Darcel's black mask. But the more she stared into Darcel's hidden gaze, the greater Yin pleasure became for her. 

And a faint longing allured Melea to Darcel the longer she stared.