Hours slipped by in the hideout's cocooned silence, the world beyond its stone veil forgotten. Elian stirred awake, a soft gasp parting his lips as hunger gnawed at his belly—or perhaps it was the weight of memories crashing in like a tidal wave. He blinked up at the rough-hewn ceiling, cracks spiderwebbing like veins of forgotten secrets. Last night... gods, last night. His chest heaved, breaths coming in shallow bursts. The monstrous wolf, the illusions of blood-soaked battlefields, the devil's grotesque maw—they'd all clawed at him, yet here he lay, whole. Alive. I survived. How? Disbelief warred with awe, a fragile joy blooming amid the terror's remnants.Then heat flooded his face, scorching down to his core. Flashes ignited: Kael's body pinning him, thick cock stretching his pussy in rhythmic thrusts, knot swelling deep inside as cum flooded him, sealing their bond. And after... his own voice, raw and fervent, confessing I love you to those cursed eyes. Mortification twisted wit
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