"Prince Consort," Elara said.
Julian blinked, dragging his gaze up. She was watching him now—tracking the shallow, hungry rhythm of his breathing, the way his cock tented his trousers. The cold draft swept over her again; her hardened peaks stood out even more fiercely.
"You appear captivated."
Julian licked dry lips. A feral, dark smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"It is a very educational view, my lady."
A harsh, sobbing groan tore from Kane as the toy hit a particularly vicious cycle. His tail tightened around his thigh hard enough to leave marks.
"G-goddess… I can't… I can't hold…" he babbled, golden eyes rolling.
"You will hold," Elara countered smoothly. She never raised her voice. "We have twenty minutes remaining on this ledger. If you spill on my floor before I sign the final seal, I will double the frequency for the afternoon session—and I will invite the rest of the Vanguard to watch."
