I mewled for her, feeling naught but the vacancy within, caring only for the penetration, the feeling of another’s invasion. I looked down at my chest, where the wound was slowly closing beneath Glendian’s glowing hand. He’d been trained. He took off his loin cloth, and my eyes widened. Fraldias looked to me again. The toxins in my veins intensified my sensations tenfold, turning my body against me, my lewd muscles clenching on their own accord to reward the woman who violated me. I wanted it to feel terrible so that Adarian would know I didn’t like it, but the succubus extract coursing through my veins wouldn’t allow that. “Perhaps she wouldn’t if it were her choice, but it is not. “Sir Fraldias, have you ever seen your queen in such a state?”
“No, ma’am.” Fraldias shifted uncomfortably. Then her cock was pressed to my blushing petals, and I froze in anticipation.
