"Nyah! Nyah! Nyah!"
Bastet's cries rang out, sounding like a cat in heat. It was high-pitched and deliciously helpless. Her voice broke with every sharp thrust that slammed into her moist depths, only to be yanked back again by the rhythm Kaiden had carved into her body.
The room echoed with the unmistakable symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, wet friction, and desperate gasps.
Her fingers curled tightly into the blanket as she tried, and failed, to ground herself. Her palms twisted into the sheets, so much so that her knuckles became white from effort, but they gave her no traction, no mercy, just something to cling to as her body was being actively desecrated from behind.
If that wasn't enough already… Her face was buried deep into the pillow, muffling her cries. This was not done by her own choice but because Kaiden's feet rested on the back of her head, pinning the woman's face down.
