The insignia pulsed.
Bright.
Forcing the orgasm through her for the fifth time tonight — the magic taking her body's accumulated arousal and releasing it all at once — and she collapsed, face-first, ass still up.
"Snniiiiff— haaa…" The shaking, exhausted, demolished breath of her. "...I love that sound…" The wet, bubbling sound of seed and arousal escaping. "...The sound of my marriage dying…"
She said it quietly.
To the flower petals.
1:35 AM — 4 hours 55 minutes
He stood over her.
She turned.
Immediately.
Not because he told her to. Because her body knew what standing over her meant and had developed its own response to it.
She crawled forward on her elbows.
Ass still raised.
Face moving toward him.
"Chup… chup… chuuuuwup—♡" Her mouth finding him. Her bangles cold against the ruined sheets. "Master's cock… even after so much… still so heavy… I'm so grateful…"
She looked up at him.
"Thank you," she said.
The words.
