Elara's smile didn't change. But her eyes—for just a moment—glinted with something dark. Something satisfied.
"Dreams can feel very real when corruption is involved," Elara said gently, reaching out to pat Olivia's head like comforting a child. "Especially for someone as pure as you. The demonic energy probably gave you terrible visions while you slept."
"But the mark—" Olivia gestured frantically at her womb. "This mark! It's real! I can feel it!"
"Yes," Elara nodded. "That's the cleansing mark. Lord Viktor placed it on you to help purify the corruption. It will fade over time as your body heals."
Olivia stared at her, wanting desperately to believe it.
But her body told a different story.
The fullness in her ass. The slickness between her thighs. The seed leaking from her violated hole.
"Then why..." Olivia's voice dropped to a broken whisper. "Why do I still feel... filled? Why does it feel like something was inside me?"
Elara's smile widened just slightly.
