The pheromones. The incubus pheromones that filled the enclosed carriage, that had no escape in the sealed space, that concentrated in the air and seeped through clothing and skin and into the blood. The chemical, the supernatural aphrodisiac that Viktor's body produced constantly, was working.
Her thighs, pressed together, clenched. The warmth, the unfamiliar, 'why-am-I-getting-wet' warmth, spread through her lower body. Her pussy, beneath the layers of her formal dress, was moistening. The fabric of her panties, the silk that she had chosen for the day, was developing a damp spot.
'What is happening here?' she thought, her amber eyes darting from the priestess to the women to the unseen man beneath the priestess. 'What are they doing? Why is the priestess being— why are they watching? Why are they calm? Why am I—'
