Nathan bit his lip softly.
The heat at the base of his shaft wasn't just warmth—it was the kind that clung, slow and sticky, like honey from a forbidden hive. It oozed down with a weight that wasn't just physical, but carnal. Every drop kissed his skin like a lustful ghost begging to be reborn.
Something... warm... dripped at the base of his shaft.
A clear but thick fluid— trickling from between Validia's thighs,
coating his skin, dripping down and soaking Velmora, who still clung to him like a snake blanket with a fetish for eternal foreplay.
"Aghh..."
He nearly let it all go.
Almost.
But… he stopped.
His eyes looked forward—
to Validia's neck, now trembling ever so slightly.
Her breath hitched.
Her eyes shut tight.
But her body... wasn't the body of someone fulfilled.
It was the body of someone... confused. Unsure.
And in that moment, Nathan remembered.
That time he bathed Validia.
When his body was nearly swallowed—
by something too sacred to name outright.
