The pagoda stood at the eastern edge of the Jiunsu stronghold, its tiered roofs dripping with the remnants of the morning rain.
Inside the top-floor chamber the air was still and cool, scented with the same sandalwood incense Drauni always burned when matters of blood and lineage were discussed.
Jake sat across from the venerated mother of the clan, his posture relaxed, one arm resting along the low-cushioned seat.
The journey back from the hunt had left a pleasant heaviness in his limbs, the kind that came after a night and morning of thorough, repeated claiming. He could still feel the residual ache in his cock from the rain-soaked fucking of Nila and Deva, and the knowledge that both sisters now carried his seed only deepened the quiet satisfaction settling in his chest.
Drauni studied him in silence for a long moment, her hair braided with the precision of a woman who had ruled for over a century. Her piercing eyes missed nothing.
