When I woke, soft dawn sunlight filtered through the stained mana-glass windows of the rune-sealed chamber, casting shimmering rainbow flecks across the twisted violet velvet sheets like jewels scattered over a debauched altar of silk and sweat.
The air hung heavy with the musky reek of our endless night—cum, mana-ozone, and raw sex clinging to every breath, the constellation-embroidered walls echoing faint crystal chimes like distant, mocking laughter at my ruined state.
My body was a throbbing symphony of exquisite agony: muscles screamed from relentless pounding, ass a puffy, wrecked chasm stretched beyond limits and still oozing viscous seed, pink cock chafed tender-red from friction and spills, nipples swollen peaks raw from teeth and suction.
