The woman screamed, her blindfold slipping as Kael groaned loud, burying himself to the hilt.
Crimora.
Her crimson hair spilled across her flushed shoulders, her boundless masochism lighting up her voice in a broken cry. "Ahhh—!" Her body arched, fire crackling faintly against the cracked floor. She hadn’t expected him to choose her twice in a row, hadn’t expected the blind plunge into her dripping core so soon after swallowing his seed. But her walls clung to him instantly, greedily, as though they’d been starving.
Kael’s hands dug into her hips, nails pressing bruises into her pale flesh. His voice rumbled low, dangerous. "Don’t lift that blindfold."
Crimora gasped, her hair sticking to her damp cheek. "I-I won’t—"
Kael’s eyes cut to the other two. Carla and Lyra knelt, blindfolded,
