Even after the bond had settled, her name etched into his beating heart, Arkai felt it. The sensation of being the other man. The one who coveted.
Perhaps it was the impossibility of it all. The understanding that without Cecilia's divine power and Oathran's pragmatic love, he would still be on the outside, looking in with a hunger that had no right to be sated.
Because of that, this entire act felt like he was…
…fucking the cunt of a married woman with the tip of his cock.
The cunt of the Dragon Lord's wife.
The cunt of his own nephew's former wife.
The cunt of a holy Saintess.
Just the tangled threads of her identity was enough to fry his brain. The taboo of it all, addictive sin in the tip of his—
And to fuck her in the presence of her husband, her first real mate—
