Something Forgotten

There was... something about that sigil. Ella stared at it. Beside her, Ander was still asleep, looking incredibly worn out. His brow was creased, even in slumber. She wanted to reach out and smooth the wrinkles away, but she was worried about waking him up when he needed the rest. So instead she stared at the wall.

No, that wasn't quite true. She stared at the sigil. Moving as quietly as possible, she got up out of the bed, careful not to disturb Ander, and padded over the wall. Wincing slightly as her pussy twinged between her legs. All of her private parts were sore after yesterday, especially her nipples. Jackson had not gone easy on her or Emilia, although at least they hadn't fucked for as long as Ander had. She could still barely believe how long the orgy had gone on downstairs, while Jackson had bathed her and Emilia together after all the sex. He'd been remarkably solicitous, although nowhere near as tender with her as he was with the little blonde.

Tracing her fingers del