Chapter 439: I F*cked Up!
Nikolai’s drowsy eyes unfolded. His body was stiff from sleeping in a strange position, and the scent of a woman’s perfume lingered in the room. "Wait..." He mumbled to himself as he looked around the room to find it in a chaotic state. "This isn’t my room."
That’s when a soft body rolled beneath the quilt, letting out a cute groan. "Nn.... everything hurts...." Anya’s hoarse voice was like a croaking frog as she reached out, gripped Nikolai’s arm, and pulled him closer.
"Oh..."
As he fell forward, his hands sank into her soft pillows, the firm mounds deforming under his weight as she let out a yelp.
He opened his eyes wider and realised this wasn’t Leona. But the little sister of both Lunaria and Selene. "Ah... look at all those marks." The sunlight seeped through the closed blinds, revealing her bronze skin, the curves that tempted him now covered in bruises, bite marks and... countless handprints.
"I’ve done it now..."
The moment his mind began to work, memories of the night before came to mind. He drank with Ryan, left him to the Lamia in the Arena. And because of the battle and enduring Clara’s blood for so long, he entered a blood frenzy... and deflowered Anya.
However, the girl in question looked so bright and blissful, her face a picture of pure beauty as she slept soundly.
Nikolai couldn’t remember how it happened... only the sounds and sensations. Her moans, screams, and the wetness. But it happened, there was no hiding the musky and dense scent of his coming from her mouth, hips and crotch... even between her massive mounds... just how many times did he abuse the poor virgin?
"Anya..."
"Mmmhhhggg~" She squirmed as he tried to wake her up. "It’s too early... darling~" She turned over and pressed her face into a pillow that was drooling wet.
Ah...