Liam's breath came in ragged bursts as he stared down at the glowing progress bar hovering in his vision.
The Dark Mountain quest was at 99%.
Just a hair's width more.
The pleasure surging through him felt almost electric, feeding directly into the ancient artifact's charge.
Every slow, wet glide of Cassandra's throat pushed him closer to the edgeand closer to completion.
'Come on… just a little more,' he thought, fingers tightening in her dark hair.
Cassandra knelt before him in the shaded clearing, her usual sharp, rivalrous fire replaced by raw, hungry devotion.
Her lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.
The sight of her like thisproud, dangerous Cassandra, reduced to worshiping himsent another powerful throb through his shaft.
She pushed deeper, her throat convulsing around his girth.
Liam groaned, hips twitching.
The bar flickered.
99.8%.
