Chapter 60: ritual
Lor knelt on the creaking wooden floor of his room, the lantern’s flickering glow casting jagged shadows, the air thick with the lingering lavender scent of his bath.
Kiara sat opposite, propped against the headboard, her athletic frame taut, blouse clinging to her full breasts, nipples pressing through the thin fabric, skirt riding high to bare plush thighs that shimmered in the light.
Her dark bangs framed a face sharp with defiance, eyes blazing with a storm of determination and vulnerability after her demand for the Light’s guidance.
The coin hovered between them, trembling in the charged air, its glint a pulse in the heavy silence.
Lor let out a low, guttural hum, like an ancient beast stirring awake, the sound vibrating through the room.
The coin dropped with a sharp clink, spinning once before settling on the floor.
His eyes snapped open, hand pressing to his forehead, feigning a reel, but his mind was razor-sharp, the ritual’s demand already burning in his chest.
Kiara leaned close, her blouse dipping low, the soft swell of her cleavage teasing his focus, her breath hot and quick, thighs shifting to reveal a glimpse of black lace.
"What did you see?" she demanded, voice cutting like a blade, her dark bangs swaying, breasts heaving as she leaned closer.
Lor’s gaze locked onto hers, his voice deep, resonant, as if another spoke through him.
"The Guiding Light has spoken," he intoned, solemn and heavy. "To receive its wisdom... you’ll need to give me a handjob."