A few minutes later, Madam Seraphine slowly pulled her mouth away from the fox girl's dripping pussy. A thin, glistening string of mixed cum and saliva stretched between her glossy lips before snapping. She licked them clean with a soft, satisfied hum, eyes half-lidded in pure pleasure.
Then she turned her head and looked straight at Thorne.
His cock was already rock-hard again, standing proud and twitching violently just from watching his Big Sis drink his load straight from another woman's pussy. The sight had broken something in him.
Madam Seraphine smiled like a goddess who knew exactly what she was doing.
Without a word, she bent over right there in the alley, reached back, and lifted her elegant skirt high. Her perfect, round ass was completely exposed — smooth, pale, and begging. She grabbed Thorne's throbbing cock with one hand, opened her mouth wide, and sank down in one smooth, hungry motion, taking him straight to the back of her throat.
At the same time, she started shaking her ass teasingly from side to side, clearly inviting me.
I couldn't resist even for a second.
I stepped forward, heart hammering, and hooked two fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties. I pulled the thin fabric aside, revealing her beautiful dark-haired pussy — soft black curls glistening with heavy arousal, puffy lips swollen and dripping. The scent of her was intoxicating. I lined up and thrust in smoothly, burying every thick inch in one long, perfect stroke until my hips pressed flush against her ass.
Madam Seraphine moaned loudly around Thorne's cock, the deep vibration making him groan and buck into her throat. While she gave him a sloppy, eager deepthroat — head bobbing, tongue swirling, thick strings of spit running down his shaft — I started fucking her pussy from behind in a steady, powerful rhythm. Every thrust made her massive breasts swing heavily and her perfect ass ripple against me.
The two girls — elf and fox — stood a few steps away, watching the entire scene with wide, lust-drunk eyes. They both started giggling softly, legs still shaking from their earlier orgasms. After a few seconds of enjoying the show, they exchanged a playful look, turned on wobbly legs, and left the alley together, still leaning on each other and giggling.
Madam Seraphine never stopped.
She kept sucking Thorne deep into her throat while pushing her ass back against me, taking both of her little brothers at the same time like the perfect, filthy goddess she was.
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After the intense, messy, unforgettable moments in the dark alley, Madam Seraphine calmly straightened her clothes, wiped her glossy lips with the back of her hand, and gave both Thorne and me the warmest, most satisfied smile — as if we had simply taken a pleasant evening stroll.
"Alright, little brothers," she said softly, voice like velvet, "let's go eat. I promised you meat, didn't I?"
We followed her through the lantern-lit streets. Her wide hips swayed with that hypnotic, graceful rhythm that made it impossible to look anywhere else. Thorne and I trailed right behind her like two well-behaved puppies, still buzzing and half-hard from everything that had just happened.
When we reached the cozy, high-class restaurant on the main square, Madam Seraphine didn't need to speak. The owner recognized her instantly, bowed deeply, and led us straight to one of the best private rooms at the back — soft cushions, a low table, warm golden lanterns, and heavy curtains for total privacy.
We settled in comfortably. Steaming platters of juicy roasted meat, fresh bread, and rich sauces arrived quickly. For a few peaceful minutes we simply ate, laughing quietly about the night's wild events, the delicious smells filling the room.
Then the door slid open without a knock.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped inside — late twenties, dressed in expensive dark leathers trimmed with fine silver thread that screamed old money and power. He was clearly one of the Velvet Orchid's wealthiest regular patrons. Cassian Veldt, merchant heir whose family controlled nearly half the eastern trade routes. Handsome in a sharp, almost cruel way — black hair tied back neatly, cold storm-gray eyes, and a perfectly trimmed beard. He moved with the lazy arrogance of a man who had never been told "no" in his life.
His gaze swept across the private room… and stopped dead on Madam Seraphine.
She had been peacefully lifting a piece of meat to her lips. Her elegant robe had slipped open just enough to reveal the lush, full swell of her breasts — soft, pale, and glowing in the lantern light.
Her hand paused mid-air.
The gentle smile on her face faded. Slowly, her expression turned cool and unmistakably displeased as she met his heavy stare.
The air in the private room suddenly grew thick and heavy.
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Cassian Veldt blinked once. Twice. Then he finally snapped out of whatever trance had gripped him. He cleared his throat loudly — "Ahem… ahem…" — and forced an awkward, overly polite smile that never touched his cold storm-gray eyes.
"Sorry about that," he said, voice smooth but strained. "Wrong room."
He turned on his heel and slipped out without another word, the heavy curtain falling shut behind him like a whisper.
The second the door clicked closed, Madam Seraphine clicked her tongue in sharp irritation. The warm, playful Big Sis from moments ago vanished. She tugged her robe shut with quick, precise movements, covering every inch of her lush cleavage.
"Eat fast," she ordered, voice calm but edged with steel. "We still have shopping to do."
Thorne and I didn't dare argue. We nodded like two obedient puppies and attacked our plates — tearing into the juicy meat, stuffing our mouths, chewing as fast as we could without choking. The room fell quiet except for the clink of cutlery and our hurried chewing.
While I ate, my mind kept replaying that single frozen second when Cassian had stared at her. Seraphine clearly hadn't noticed it… but I had.
There was a strange flicker in his eyes — cold, calculating, almost… satisfied. Like he had been looking for her specifically. Like he had just confirmed exactly what he came to find.
Hmm… looks like I might need to clean up some mess later.
I sighed internally. The delicious food suddenly tasted a little less exciting. Something about that man didn't sit right with me at all.
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Cassian Veldt moved through the moonlit woods like a man possessed. His expensive leather boots crushed fallen leaves as he headed straight for the Black Boarclaw gang's hidden camp. The intel he had bought earlier still burned in his mind — how that whore Seraphine had humiliated the entire crew in front of an entire brothel.
A cruel smile twisted his lips.
"If we join forces," he whispered to the darkness, "we can fuck that bitch Seraphine and every single girl in that brothel until they break and beg."
At the same time, I was walking toward the same abandoned logging camp. My steps were slow and unhurried. My sword rested casually across one shoulder, still carrying faint traces of blood from earlier. I wasn't in a rush. I already knew exactly how this night would end.
A lone sentry spotted me approaching the perimeter. He snarled and lunged.
His head left his shoulders before he even finished the swing.
I didn't break stride.
What followed was quick, silent, and absolute.
Blades flashed under the moonlight. Bodies dropped without a chance to scream. In minutes, the entire Black Boarclaw gang — the same men who had dared threaten the Velvet Rose — was wiped out.
Cassian arrived just in time to witness the final moments.
He never even managed to draw his weapon.
Two clean cuts later, both his legs were gone from the knee down. He collapsed screaming into a rapidly spreading pool of his own blood.
I wiped my blade on a dead man's cloak and sat down on a nearby log beside his twitching body.
"Who… who the hell are you?" he rasped, face pale with terror and agony.
I looked down at him with the same flat, emotionless expression I always wore when the mask came off.
"I am Elaric Voss."
"An… an orphan?!" Cassian's eyes widened in disbelief. "How can a fucking orphan be this strong?!"
I shrugged lightly.
"Because I was reincarnated with all my past-life memories… and a golden finger."
He stared at me like I had gone insane, blood still pouring from the stumps of his legs.
"You're… you're fucking with me, aren't you?" he wheezed.
"Yes," I replied calmly.
A few seconds later, his eyes rolled back. His body gave one final violent twitch.
Cassian Veldt was dead.
I let out a quiet sigh and stood up.
"I told the truth… but you didn't believe it. Not my fault."
I sheathed my sword and turned to leave. Behind me, the forest was already stirring. Vines crept forward. Shadows moved between the trees. The monsters of the night had smelled the blood.
By morning, nothing would remain of the Black Boarclaw gang or the arrogant merchant heir.
Just bones and blood soaked into the earth.
The forest always cleans up its messes.