I'd enjoyed it. All day. Fucking my mother-in-law from morning to evening. In every position. In every hole. But this bloody cock — this incubus-enhanced, regeneration-powered, perpetually erect curse — was still hard. As if the day's activities had been a warm-up. As if the main event hadn't started.
I walked down the stairs. Through the hallway. The servants — the ones who had survived the day without being dismissed — averted their faces. Their cheeks were red. They'd heard. Every sound. Every scream. Every slap. Every moan. They knew.
I ignored them.
And then — the hug.
Vespera hit me like a comet. Her arms wrapped around my waist. Her face pressed into my chest. Her glasses — round, gold-framed — dug into my pectoral. She was breathing hard. Her thick body — pressed against mine, her breasts flattening, her hips against my thighs — trembled with excitement.
