The door creaked open just past midnight, the only light a dim flicker of moonbeam spilling across the floor. Veyna stumbled inside, her legs barely working—numb, trembling, and stained with filth. Her cunt was still oozing Allen's cum with every step, each drop soaking into the hem of her thin nightdress, clinging to her thighs.
She didn't even try to clean up. Didn't dare. Her mind was spinning with shame and aftershocks, her body sore in ways she didn't know it could be. Her cunt was stretched, raw, and throbbing—Allen had fucked the loyalty out of her and she couldn't even bring herself to cry about it anymore.
She collapsed onto the furs face-first, stifling a moan as her abused pussy pressed against the bedding. Every muscle screamed. Her thighs wouldn't close. Her insides were still twitching.
And then… silence.
She must've passed out, because the next thing she felt was the soft brush of lips against her temple.
Kael.
