(Apollo & Adelaide)Cael stepped into the room.Adelaide was only half-aware of it. Her body still pulsed with aftershocks, each tiny twitch of muscle sending ripples through the ropes, the clamps, the magic. She didn’t have the strength to lower her head. She hung there, breathing raggedly, vision blurred with tears and light.Bootsteps entered the chamber.The wards murmured at the intrusion, but didn’t fight it. Apollo’s will overrode them, and that was that.“Close the door,” the Devil said.The thud of it felt final.Apollo moved around Adelaide, turning her body. Then, deliberately positioning himself to her side, so she was in full view. So the way she was spread and bound—leg lifted, arms drawn back, clamps still glowing faintly, horn still buried deep within her asshole—could not be mistaken or ignored.Her breath hitched. “Apollo! No!” Adelaide refused and tried to squirm. It only worked to pull the horn deeper inside her.Apollo chuckled. He didn’t touch her. Not yet.“Look
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