The box(18+)

Kael was sobbing now.

He knelt on the floor, naked, trembling, his cock still slick from fucking Lira—his body coated in sweat, his face streaked with tears. Lira slumped beside him, her thighs glistening, cunt pulsing from overuse, her voice lost to hoarse moans.

But all Kael could look at was his wife.

Veyna.

She was draped backward over Allen's lap, her legs hooked over the arms of his throne, her mouth slack with disbelief as Allen's fist disappeared up to the wrist inside her stretched, twitching cunt.

Schluck.

"Look at that," Allen muttered, his other hand casually stroking Fina's thigh. "She's taking it better than I expected. You sure this is her first time being fisted, Kael?"

Kael whimpered. "M-Master, please—"

SPLOORCH.

Allen twisted his arm inside Veyna with a slow grind, his knuckles dragging along her inner walls, and her whole body convulsed.

"GhhhhuuuNNNNHH!"

She came. Again. Loudly. Shamefully.