THE BEAST’S CURSED SLAVE
Gorvane pulled out of her and came up to her head, jerking his wet, swollen cock.
“What?” Vythea gasped. “I am only trying to protect you.”
“Protect yourself now, Vythea.” He gestured at Thornek to bring Malakh to him. “Bring that bastard of a seer over here.”
Thornek moved instantly, grabbing Malakh by the arm, and yanking him off balance. He staggered, his robes dragging across the stone, and he stumbled.
In front of Malakh, he sprayed thick ropes of hot cum all over Vythea’s face, painting her face with his seed.