Elena was on her knees — skin flushed, breasts heaving, her body used and shining in the torchlight. Her lips were swollen from being f****d. Her thighs were soaked with every man’s release. Her breath came in quick, sharp bursts, and yet… her eyes glowed.
The Elder approached slowly, the heavy ceremonial robe falling to the earth around him. His body was lean with age but hardened from decades of rituals. His c**k stood tall, thick, pulsing, curved slightly upward like it had been made to breed.
“This body,” he whispered, voice trembling as he looked down at her, “now belongs to the divine.”
Elena didn’t move. She stayed on her knees, chin lifted, mouth parted, her hands resting on her thighs like a queen waiting to be crowned.
“You don’t enter me,” she said calmly, power humming thro
