The Lantern Chain Procession wound through the moonlit gardens — a long, snaking line of guests holding glowing lanterns linked by enchanted silver threads. Each lantern carried a whispered hope or fear, and the chains were said to bind destinies together for the final stretch of the solstice. The air was cold and crisp, filled with soft choral singing and the crunch of snow underfoot.
Elara walked in the middle of the line, her body burning with shame and need. Kaelen’s thick c*m from the Mirror alcove still leaked steadily from her swollen p***y, soaking into the hem of her silver robe and making her inner thighs slick and sticky. Every step caused an obscene little squelch that made her c**t throb.
Lord Rowan stayed glued to her side, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Lor
