The women woke up sore and sticky. Aiden's cum had leaked out of them all night, leaving wet spots on the sheets and a constant slick feeling between their thighs.
Their bodies carried marks from the ritual—red handprints on hips, bite marks on shoulders, and now the fractures had spread further. Thin glowing lines covered their chests and bellies. Some lines even brushed along their jawlines and cheekbones, pulsing softly with every heartbeat.
Elara sat up first in her bed. She touched the glowing cracks on her stomach and winced. Her cunt still felt stretched and tender. When she stood, more cum dripped down her leg. Lord Varyn watched from the chair across the room, eyes dark.
"You're glowing," he said quietly.
"So are the walls," Elara answered. She didn't bother cleaning herself yet. The ritual demanded they carry the seed as long as possible.
