The midday feast dragged on like a fever dream, crystal goblets clinking and sugared fruits glistening under enchanted light. Elara sat rigid beside Lyra, forcing smiles while her best friend chattered about sleigh rides and solstice wishes. Every laugh from Lyra felt like a knife. Every time Kaelen’s deep voice carried across the long table, Elara’s well-used cunt clenched hard, pushing another thick trickle of last night’s c*m down her inner thighs. She hadn’t dared wash properly. The sticky evidence of her betrayal kept her swollen folds slick and sensitive, her c**t throbbing with shameful need.
She couldn’t stay. The moment the dessert course ended, Elara murmured something about fresh air and slipped away, heart hammering as she hurried through the glittering corridors. The manor se
