Click—
Creak—
Everything stilled.
It was the sound of a door opening nearby.
The world, which had been narrowed to the heat of their bodies and the rhythm of Oathran's thrusts, snapped into sudden focus.
Cecilia froze, every muscle locking in place, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy leaked again, so heavily that she could hear it dripping onto the ground below.
Her hand flew to her face, yanking the blindfold away, and the first thing she saw was Eastiel's broad back shielding her from view.
She blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the pale moonlight.
They were not in the middle of the main street. They were in an alley, a narrow, secluded corner tucked between two old stone buildings, hidden from the main road by a bend she hadn't noticed in her blindfolded haze.
But that couldn't be right. They couldn't have moved that quickly from the intersection. Unless... unless Eastiel's entire narration had been a lie.
