The cry that left Seraphine’s throat was not elegant.
It was high. Broken. Almost disbelieving — the sound of a woman who had already been filled twice tonight and still wasn’t ready for how deep he went on the third time.
Kael didn’t give her time to adjust.
He gripped her wide hips with both hands and pulled her back onto him at the same time he thrust forward. The wet, heavy slap of his body against her thick ass filled the solar. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her with every impact, silver nipple rings flashing in the firelight. Soft flesh rippled. The couch creaked in protest.
I stood close enough to see everything.
Close enough to hear the filthy, wet sounds of him moving inside her.
Close enough to watch her fingers claw at the couch cushions.
Close enough to see the exact moment her eyes started to roll back again.
There was no system left to tell me what any of it meant.
No loyalty percentage.
No netorare progress. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
No calm silver text offering rewards or warnings.
Just the raw reality of my stepmother being fucked over the arm of a couch by a barbarian warlord while I watched in silence.
Kael’s rhythm was steady and merciless. Each thrust drove a soft, broken moan out of Seraphine. Her thick thighs trembled. Her soft stomach pressed against the armrest. Every time he bottomed out, her mouth fell open a little wider.
“Still so tight,” Kael muttered, voice rough with pleasure. “Even after taking me twice. Your body doesn’t want to let go.”
Seraphine tried to answer. Only a slurred, shaky sound came out. Her tongue slipped past her lips. Drool began to gather at the corner of her mouth. The ahegao was returning — slower this time, heavier, as if her mind was sinking deeper with every thrust.
Kael reached forward, grabbed a fistful of her long black hair, and yanked her head up so she was forced to face me.
“Look at him,” he ordered. “Let your stepson see what you look like when you’re getting fucked properly.”
Seraphine’s glassy eyes met mine.
There was shame in them.
And heat.
Kael slammed into her harder. The new angle made her cry out — a high, cracking sound that broke halfway into a moan. Her eyes crossed. Her tongue hung out further. A long string of saliva dripped from her mouth onto the couch.
I couldn’t look away.
My hands were clenched so tightly that my nails had cut into my palms again. Blood welled up in small half-moons. I didn’t feel it.
All I could feel was the heavy, sick heat in my gut and the terrible silence where my system used to be.
Kael leaned over her back, still thrusting deep and steady, and spoke against her ear loud enough for me to hear.
“I’m going to fill you again. And this time you’re going to thank me while you look at him.”
Seraphine’s only answer was a broken, ecstatic sob.
Her body tightened around him.
Her eyes rolled back completely.
And the sound she made when the third orgasm hit her was something I knew I would hear in my sleep for a very long time.