The boot scraped again, closer.
A soldier's voice cut through the dark, low and sharp.
"Here. Stone walls. Fresh tracks."
We had no time.
Elizabeth pushed off me in one hard motion, cum still leaking down her thighs as she dragged her robe back into place. Vale rolled off my face and snatched her weapon. Lydia and Seraphina were already moving, grabbing what little they had left. Feng Lan forced herself upright against the wall, the collected mark in her body making every movement stiff.
I shoved myself back into my clothes, the mark under my skin still warm and heavy from the climax, but quieter than before. The edge was gone. What remained was a low, steady burn that would not stay quiet for long once the fighting started.
The first soldier stepped into the open side of the shelter.
Vale hit him before he could call out. Her blade took him across the throat in a short, brutal arc. He dropped without a sound. The second man behind him shouted.
After that the quiet ended.
