The manor awoke to bright winter sunlight spilling across the snow, its towers glittering like crystal, its gardens crowned with fresh frost that sparkled under the pale gold sky. Bells chimed cheerfully from the turrets, summoning servants to their morning tasks, and the corridors filled with the warm, comforting scents of cinnamon, pine, and fresh-baked pastries. It was a morning of celebration, of lingering Solstice joy, of tradition and light. For Elara, it was a morning of heavy, aching silence and devastating consequence. She rose slowly from the massive four-poster bed in Kaelen’s chamber, her silver gown crumpled and twisted around her waist, the fabric still damp in places from the night’s sins. Her thighs were sticky with dried cum and her own slick, her pussy tender and swollen from being fucked so thoroughly. Every movement sent a dull, delicious throb through her core, a filthy reminder of how Kaelen had bent her over, how he had stretched her, how he had filled her
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