THE BEAST’S CURSED SLAVE
In front of Malakh, he sprayed thick ropes of hot cum all over Vythea’s face, painting her face with his seed.
“Take him along,” he let his cock fall on his breeches. “Lock them both. I’ll deal with them later.”
Malakh staggered backwards, and tears glistened in Vythea’s eyes as she clasped her burning groin together.
Rhazien blinked. Narhkul didn’t move, like he couldn’t believe what unfolded before him.
“The Vault, my king?” Thornek took a step forward. “She’s likely not to leave the same.”
Gorvane hissed. “You heard me.”