Kael’s hand stayed heavy on the back of Seraphine’s head.
She took him deeper without being told. The wet, slow sounds of her mouth filled the quiet solar. Her thick thighs rested against her calves, soft body folded into a posture that looked far too natural for a duchess. Every time she pulled back, a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock before she leaned forward again and swallowed him down.
I stood three steps away and did nothing.
There was no system left to count the damage.
No silver text telling me how far her loyalty had fallen.
No warnings.
No numbers.
Just the sight of my stepmother on her knees, obediently servicing the man who had once taken her during the war.
Kael watched her with half-lidded eyes, the same calm expression he might wear while inspecting a weapon. When she gagged softly around him, he only tightened his fingers in her hair and held her there a second longer.
“Still remember how to breathe through it,” he muttered. “Good.” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Seraphine’s eyes watered. A tear slipped down one cheek, but she didn’t pull away. When he finally let her go, she gasped for air, a long string of saliva dripping from her tongue onto her heavy breasts. The silver nipple rings shone with it.
Kael looked at me.
“You’re still hard.”
It wasn’t a question.
I didn’t answer. My silence only made his mouth curve into something colder.
He pulled Seraphine up by her hair until she was standing on shaky legs. Cum still leaked down her inner thighs. Her full breasts rose and fell with every uneven breath. He turned her around so her back was against his chest, one thick arm locking around her waist, the other hand reaching down to spread her open in my direction.
“Look at her,” he said quietly. “This is what happens when a holy knight spends three days in a barbarian tent. She never really left it.”
His fingers pushed inside her. The wet sound was filthy and clear. Seraphine’s head fell back against his shoulder, a broken moan slipping from her lips. Her eyes fluttered, already starting to lose focus again. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Kael’s voice dropped lower, meant for both of us.
“I’m going to take her again. Right here. And this time you’re going to stay close enough to hear every sound she makes.”
He bent her forward over the arm of the couch.
Seraphine’s thick ass lifted. Her heavy breasts hung down, silver rings swinging. She turned her head just enough to look at me — cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy with a mixture of shame and heat that made my stomach twist.
Kael lined himself up behind her.
The head of his cock pressed against her used, dripping entrance.
And then he pushed in with one long, heavy thrust that forced a high, broken cry from the Duchess of Blackthorn.