The morning after our return was strangely peaceful.
Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Elizabeth's private chambers, casting golden patterns across the large bed where four bodies lay tangled together. I woke first, my mind clearer than it had been in days, yet the god-heart's power still thrummed steadily in my veins like a second, more primal heartbeat.
Elizabeth was draped across my chest, her silver hair splayed wildly, one heavy breast pressed against me, nipple still faintly leaking from last night's excesses. Lydia had curled up on my left like a contented kitten, her face buried in my neck, one leg thrown over mine. Vale lay on my right, her usual sharp elegance softened in sleep, one arm possessively wrapped around my waist.
My cock was already hard again, the divine hunger refusing to fully subside.
