The grand central staircase of the manor had always been enchanted, but tonight, during the Solstice Revels, it had become something far more dangerous. The Shifting Staircase event allowed guests to ride the moving steps as they rearranged themselves into spiraling towers, floating platforms, and hidden landings — a playful yet treacherous celebration of the manor’s living architecture.
Elara climbed the stairs with Lyra, their hands linked for safety as the steps slowly rotated and rose. Her crimson gown clung to her sweat-damp skin, and beneath it, her p***y was a dripping, ruined mess. Kaelen’s repeated loads from the Ember Kiss and earlier encounters had left her constantly full, swollen, and leaking. Every shift of the moving stairs caused the thick c*m to squelch inside her, coatin
