Max's gaze swept slowly over the circle of spirits still kneeling before the throne. Even after countless ages as beings of the forest, every one of them possessed warm, supple flesh, bodies that seemed far too sensitive for creatures born from ancient mana and moonlit groves. The sight of them watching, hungry and silent, sent another dark pulse of satisfaction through him.
"Good girl," he whispered against Saelunith's ear, his breath hot on her skin. "You took every drop."
She was still trembling in his arms, her inner walls clenching around him in soft, involuntary pulses. The aftershocks of her orgasm continued to ripple through her, milking him even as he remained buried deep inside her heat. She felt impossibly hot, slick and trembling around him, not fully letting him soften as her body continued to squeeze with helpless need.
Saelunith did not release him. Instead, her arms tightened around his neck as a desperate, needy whimper escaped her lips.
"More…"
