Chapter 86: Body writing
Lira lay twitching, her body coated in sweat, cum, and the heat of a thousand regrets. Her legs were spread wide, her ass gaping slightly from Yoru’s final thrust, and her cunt still quivering with the aftershocks of Doel’s brutal pounding. Jass had painted her chest with lazy, uneven ropes of cum, now sliding down over her sagging breasts like some kind of lewd war paint.
And through it all, she smiled.
A crooked, dazed, utterly shattered smile.
"Th-thank you... thank you, my elders... for using this crusty old pussy..." she slurred, drooling as she hugged herself. "I never... never felt this young before..."
Doel stumbled back, his cock twitching and softening. Jass wiped his brow, disgust and arousal fighting in his eyes. But Yoru? Yoru was still staring down at her with burning eyes and clenched fists.
"You know," he said, voice low and ragged. "I once dreamed of marrying you."
Lira blinked slowly, dazed, not really understanding.
"We were young. You were proud. I gave you flowers during spring hunt festival and you laughed in my face," he hissed. "Said I was ’too kind,’ ’too soft.’ Then you chose him—that arrogant bastard with the shiny armor."
Lira whimpered.
Yoru leaned down, grabbed her by the hair, yanked her face up from the filthy floor.
"And now look at you," he spat, his voice cracking between hatred and lust. "Now I get to fuck your brains out, you bitch. Not as a husband. As your better."