Cassian woke with his penis still half-hard, sticky and reeking of the night's filth. The sheets beneath them were damp, ruined, carrying the stink of sweat and sex that clung to the air like smoke.
For Analisa, her folds ached, stretched raw, every clench reminding her how deep he'd been inside. 'It kept pulling, kept sucking, like it couldn't bear to let go…' Her hips twitched even now, empty but still begging.
She had survived battles against gods and mages who wielded pleasure as a weapon. But nothing compared to last night. Every time she thought she had endured enough, another wave crushed her, dragging her down. Morning came, and with it the shame of knowing she had been broken not by power, but by a boy's penis.
