Across the courtyard, the remaining women watched with wild, glazed eyes.
None of them looked at each other.
Their gazes stayed locked on the pile of writhing flesh at the center — the pregnant belly still swaying, the milk still dripping, the violet brand burning bright, and their Master buried to the root in his Holy Queen while his harem literally pushed him deeper.
Meera kept moaning, loud and filthy, filling the island air with the screams of a completely corrupted saintess.
"ANNGGH~!! IIHINNN~!! KYAYAAANGHH~!!"
Raven closed his eyes.
He felt Veronica's heavy tits on his back, Elena's cold fingers on his balls, Jennifer's hot mouth on his neck, Yuna's tongue at the base of his cock, and the warm, milk-soaked surrender of his pregnant Queen clamping around him like she would never let go.
Heaven had never felt so wet.
At least for the next few minutes... yeah, hours were not the time he had on him.
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Few minutes later,
Veronica lay face-down on the low bench.
