[Oathran: Yes. Good. Now… thrust forward…]
…?
They were… right in front of him…?
He still could not see them since the Presence Concealing Ring held firm, wrapping Oathran and Cecilia in their bubble of nonexistence, but he could feel them.
Cecilia's pleasure and Oathran's focus.
Right there.
His wife was right there.
THRUST—
Arkai's hips moved before he could think. His brain was empty now, no thought. Just the need that had been building since the first phantom sensation strangled him mid-wine at his own birthday banquet.
"Aaaahhhh—sss—"
The sound he made was obscene. A hiss of pure, animal satisfaction as his cock punched into something that made rational thought curl up and die in a dark corner of his mind.
Wet.
Tight.
Home.
It was unmistakable, this maddening, gripping heat of Cecilia's pussy, swallowing him whole. The familiar clench and ripple, the way her body welcomed and resisted in the same breath, the rhythm of her inner walls fluttering around him.
