Aiden didn't care about the notification, as he was high in lust.
Luna's mind came through such thought, leaving the Leonidus fief, running away from the man who was taking advantage of her body, pounding her every night, treating her like a slave.
Fantasies of escape flickered—fleeing the fief's iron gates, abandoning the man who used her like a fucktoy, ravaging her night after night after night in degrading bliss.
Every time he would see her, from morning to dawn. He would take her in some corner, ask her to suck his dick, while he raped her mouth like it was his cum toilet. Dawn patrols turned into oral assaults in secluded nooks, forcing her to her knees to worship his cock, throat-fucking her until tears streamed and cum overflowed like a filthy baptism.
And if convenient, he would tear away her underwear, and just pound her, as he covered her mouth, again and again and again, until she cummed for the tenth time.
