CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
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Faelyn's mind shatters with horror when the female touches her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. Shame pierces Faelyn like daggers when the female urges her to take Amendiel's cock again whilst whispering almost sweet words of encouragement.
Faelyn's entire body burns with humiliation until she turns a deep shade of red, and yet she opens her mouth wider, afraid of disappointing Amendiel...
She takes more than half of it, the silky head of Amendiel's cock hitting the back of her throat, the other female massages Faelyn's throat soothingly when she gags.
"You are almost there," She whispers.
Faelyn wants to please, and to let this beast acknowledge that she is pleasing him but when she
looks up, Amendiel's expression is hard and utmost terrifying, his eyes molten ambers of fire.
Only more intense. More scarier. And burns hotter.