Allen didn’t waste a second. His hands grabbed Veyna’s wrists behind her back, yanking them up hard, locking her into a fucking rciless full nelson. Her head snapped back, throat exposed, trembling under his brutal grip.
"Shhh," Allen whispered low and filthy in her ear, voice thick with nace. "Not so loud now, huh, little slut?"
His cock slamd into her dripping, gushing pussy with savage force—SCHLK-THMP! SCHLK-THMP!—each thrust echoing like a filthy drum in the quiet room. The sheets were soaked, but Allen wanted more ss, more chaos.
Veyna’s eyes were wide, swimming with panic and arousal. She could barely breathe, every nerve on fire, and the worst part? Kael was dead asleep right next to her, totally fucking clueless. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, soft snores barely audible—completely unaware that his wife’s cunt was being demolished just inches away.
Allen pulled her back harder, forcing her hips up, fucking her deep enough to make her choke on a sob. Her pussy clenched around him, tight and desperate, and then—without warning—her whole body shattered.
She squirted.
A hot, thick gush burst free, splattering directly onto Kael’s sleeping face.
The slick, salty wetness dripped down his cheek, over his nose, pooling around his mouth, soaking into his shirt.
Veyna’s heart slamd. She froze, terrified—horrified—that Kael might wake up from the filthy ss dripping all over him. But at the sa ti, her cunt clenched and fluttered, drenched in sha and burning arousal.
"Master..." she whimpered, voice shaking like a frightened animal caught in a trap. "I... I didn’t an to... please..."
Allen’s grin was dark and cruel.
Juice dripped from Veyna’s pussy, running down onto Kael’s cheek, making the whole scene so disgustingly filthy it was almost a sick kind of art.
"Look at you," Allen whispered, cock still buried balls-deep, voice rough and commanding. "Such a scared little fuckhole, leaking all over your husband’s face while he sleeps through it."
Veyna trembled under his full nelson, cheeks burning red with humiliation and heat. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to scream or beg.
"Please, Master... I’m your good little fuckhole," she breathed, voice raw and desperate. "Even with Kael right here... I’m yours..."
Allen’s grip tightened like a vice, fingers digging into her skin, and he snapped his hips again, making the slick slapping sound louder, wetter, nastier.
"Good," he growled. "You belong to now. All this filth, all this ss—it’s yours. And I’m gonna ruin you right in front of him."
Veyna shuddered, the delicious terror and filthy pleasure crashing through her as Allen fucked her harder, dragging her deeper into degradation, right there beside her husband’s sleeping, soaked face.
Allen’s thrusts slowed, the heat building hotter, tighter—his grip on Veyna’s wrists relentless as his cock throbbed deep inside her, filling her with a scorching flood of possessive cum. A guttural groan ripped from his chest, his body tensing, and then he spilled—hot, thick, drowning her in his claim.
Her walls clenched around him, trembling, soaked with his essence as he dragged out every last pulse before finally easing out, leaving her utterly wrecked and dripping with their filthy secret.
Allen pulled back, breathing heavy, eyes dark with satisfaction.
"Go," he commanded, voice low and rough. "Go clean Kael—but not yourself. Not yet. He needs to wake up to this ss. To you like this."
Veyna’s eyes widened, pulse pounding, but she nodded, still trembling. The weight of what Allen said settled over her like a shroud.
She stumbled through the room, hips sticky and swollen, the scent of their debauchery trailing behind her like a mark of disgrace.
Allen didn’t look back. He headed to his hut, letting the night swallow the chaos they’d made.
——
Morning light spilled weakly through the cracked wooden shutters as Kael stirred, blinking against the harsh sun. His face was sticky—wetness crusted around his mouth, cheeks, and nose. Confused, his fingers brushed the slick, salty ss, eyes widening in disbelief.
And then there was Veyna—standing stiff and pale, eyes wide with terror, hands trembling as she kept her gaze low.
Kael’s voice cracked, rough with sleep and confusion. "What the hell...?"
She swallowed hard, voice shaking, barely a whisper. "Kael... you... you broke my vow to the Moon Goddess."
His brow furrowed, clueless, "I... what? I don’t rember—any of it."
Her breath hitched, lips quivering. "You... you fucked while you were sleeping. You broke the sacred promise I made. I’m ruined... and it’s all because of you."
Kael stared, eyes flickering between shock and disbelief. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, the ss on his face a glaring, humiliating testant.
Veyna’s voice was small, terrified, like she might shatter any second. "Please... forgive ..."
And just like that, the line between victim and prisoner blurred, tangled in a secret only they carried—and the cold, relentless moon watching silently overhead.
Allen’s eyes cracked open to the soft, desperate sound of pleading lips just inches from his cock. There she was—Nyra—kneeling on all fours before him, that sly foxkin fire flickering in her eyes, her breath shaky but bold.
Her breasts still bore the dark, angry bite marks Allen had left the night before—purple bruises blooming like a map of their wild, savage nights. Her skin glistened with sweat, and between her legs, slick dripped wet, soaking the worn fabric of her loincloth.
"Please, Master," she whispered, voice husky and raw with need, "let suck you. I need it. I want to taste you again."
Allen smirked, feeling the familiar surge of power and lust coil tight in his gut. The way she looked—so broken and hungry—made his cock twitch in response.
Without hesitation, he shifted, giving a slow, dark nod.
Nyra’s lips parted eagerly as she leaned forward, mouth wrapping around him with a wet, hungry urgency. The first suckle was deep, warm, and desperate, her tongue tracing slow, teasing circles as she worked him over with careful, needy skill.
Allen’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, biting back a growl as the slick heat of her mouth wrapped around him like a trap he never wanted to escape.
Her eyes locked onto his with a fierce, pleading glow as she bobbed her head, swallowing every inch, dripping with the sa filthy craving that burned in his veins.
"Good girl," Allen murmured, voice thick with promise and command. "Keep going."
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