The Witch trembled. Her pride hissed that she should look away. But her body betrayed her, aching, her own corruption only spreading deeper, burning her lungs.
On the floor, Lyra was still writhing. She hadn’t had enough. Sweat slicked her golden skin as she crawled between Kael’s thighs, licking her lips like a predator starved.
"Still hungry?" Kael teased, leaning back, his grin dark.
Lyra’s eyes glowed with a feverish hunger. "Always."
She dropped her head, taking his c**k into her mouth with a desperate moan. The sound echoed, obscene, her throat working as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled, her jaw straining as she tried to take every inch, saliva dripping down her chin.
Kael hissed through his teeth, one hand tangling in her hair. "That’s it. Earn it."
Lyra gagged, pulled
