Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

Soon enough, the pair had joined. Ying positioned herself beneath him and closed an eye as the movements began, eventually easing into a more comfortable rhythm. She stood on shaky legs as he continued, purring quietly with each tug at the fur lining her spine. 

The game eventually ended. She smiled and caught her breath, turning a watchful side-eye to her partner. Ying would not say a word, but wait for Asmodeus to speak first.