Sera stood at the open doorway, sword clutched tight to her chest as her wide eyes locked on the chaos unfolding inside the room.
Pip was absolutely ravishing Mysa.
It wasn't just sex anymore. It was art. It was war. It was divine punishment and decadent salvation tangled in one.
Mysa, completely undone, howled as Pip folded her into what could only be described as a flesh pretzel, her limbs curled in positions no mortal should survive. The cat-kin screeched in unholy bliss, her claws dragging across the bedpost as Pip thundered into her with mechanical fervor.
Sera whimpered softly.
"Why is it so noisy…?"
Vuvi's voice drifted up from behind, and she rounded the corner, her sentence trailing off as her eyes fell on the unfiltered spectacle. She froze, blinking at the scene inside.
"…That looks… dangerous," she mutters.
Sera sighs, voice dreamy and faraway. "So dangerous… and sooooo good…"
