The Obsidian Spire shuddered hard. Silver fractures raced across the branded chains like cracks in glass. The hall floor was still slick with thick cum from the night before. Flames rose in slow spirals, licking across the noblewomen's skin without burning them. The air felt heavy and hot.
Aiden stood in the center. His chest heaved. His cocks stayed rock hard, glistening. He stared straight at Isolde, who floated above the pile of wives and daughters. Her body glowed gold and crimson.
"You dare fracture what I forged?" he growled. The words echoed off the walls.
Isolde laughed low and throaty. She spread her legs wider in the air. Rebel chains slid between her slick folds and stroked her slowly. "I didn't fracture them, my lord. I taught them how to burn for something better."
She gave one sharp tug on her chain.
The entire hall erupted.
