The Chain of Winter Promises ceremony was reaching its climax. The glowing silver chains of frost and light now pulsed brightly throughout the Hall of Vows, carrying every whispered promise deep into the manor’s sentient stone. The air felt heavier, charged with magic and unspoken truths.
Elara stood trembling in the circle, her white shift damp and clinging between her thighs. Kaelen’s latest thick load was still leaking steadily from her swollen, well-f****d p***y, creating warm, sticky trails down her inner legs. Her c**t throbbed with every heartbeat, a constant filthy reminder of her betrayal.
Lord Caspian had moved closer during the final linking. His silver wolf mask was pushed up, revealing a kind, sincere face. He leaned in respectfully as the chains shimmered around them.
“Lad
