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In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Running my hand through my hair, I tried to make sense of it all. Lady Inferno… was really my wife. And she had just caught me spying on her. Fuck. This was bad. Really bad. I stepped into my room, shut the door, and went straight to my laptop. I typed in the search bar: Lady Inferno livestream. No surprise, the livestream had ended. But as I expected, other people had screen-recorded it. I clicked on the posts and saw it. The moment she had been touching herself, moaning for the livestream before I barged in. The moment she caught my eyes on her and snapped out of it, quickly ending the stream.

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