"So, she just pulls a knife on me. Out of nowhere. I didn't even see where it came from."
"Mhm."
"And then she starts talking about how I ruined their plans at the wedding, like I'm supposed to feel bad about stopping an assassination at my own ceremony."
"Mhm."
Aegis pulled her mouth off Nazraya's cock with a wet pop, licked the underside from base to tip, and then kept talking.
"And the best part? She tells me I need to 'pick a side.' Like it's that simple. Like I can just walk up to a bunch of cultists and go 'hey, sign me up.'"
Nazraya was leaning back in her office chair, her red eyes half-lidded, her fingers tangled loosely in Aegis's hair. Her office door was locked, the blinds were drawn, and to her credit, she was doing an admirable job of pretending to listen while Aegis's tongue circled the head of her dick.
"Darling," Nazraya said, her voice a little thicker than usual, "are you going to keep complaining, or are you going to finish what you started?"
