The night air sparkled with magic as the Snow Lantern Procession began — one of the most beautiful solstice traditions in the manor. Guests carried glowing crystal lanterns filled with enchanted snow that shimmered in soft blues and silvers, forming a long, winding line through the frost gardens and frozen paths. The lanterns cast ethereal light on the snow, turning the entire grounds into a living dreamscape while soft choral voices sang ancient winter hymns in the distance.
Elara walked near the middle of the line, her own lantern casting a soft glow on her flushed face. The heavy load of Kaelen’s c*m from the Grand Feast still sat warm and thick inside her well-f****d p***y. Every step made the creamy mess shift and leak, soaking into the hem of her long white cloak and making her swol
