Kael's hips were moving—but he was crying.
Tears streamed down his cheeks in shameful silence as his cock slipped again and again into Elder Lira's sloppy, sagging cunt. The stench of old sweat, elder cum, and humiliation clung to the air like a fog. Her pussy barely gripped him anymore—just a stretched hole packed with semen, leaking around his shaft like a cursed swamp.
Allen sat on his throne of twitching maids, Fina still lazily licking the taste of Lady Rhelgar off his cock. Rinni perched beside him, giggling every time one of the maids beneath them twitched violently from the cursed itching leaf crammed inside them.
Behind them, the chamber pulsed with shame.
"Cry louder, Kael," Allen called, his voice full of mockery. "You look so pretty when you're broken."
Kael sniffled, thrusting like a sad little dog humping a carcass.
Allen's voice turned sharp, commanding.
"Curse at her."
Kael froze. "W-what…?"
