Chapter 100: Maniacs
Fina stood there for a moment—just drinking it in.
The silence, thick and sticky as the cum puddling across the floor. The heavy breathing. The broken moans. The wet plap of twitching holes still leaking proof of their ruin. And the smell—oh gods, the smell. A cocktail of sweat, pussy, ass, cum, and shame that clung to the air like incense in a blasphemous temple.
Her golden eyes swept across the room like a predator surveying a massacre.
Lady Rhelgar lay slumped over a toppled chair, her legs splayed indecently, dress ripped to rags, tits out, nipples raw, her pussy still gaping like an unsealed wound. Allen hadn’t even touched her yet—but the fear alone had made her leak. She was twitching, sobbing quietly, one heel broken, the other still on. A noble reduced to a leaking whore just by watching.
Veyna was twitching violently on the council table, her body still spasming from the orgasm that had wrecked her spine. Her stomach bulged faintly, skin glistening with sweat, Allen’s cum still drooling in fat globs from her gaping, abused cunt. Her mouth moved in silent prayer—or maybe just brain-dead gratitude.
Nyra, the proud foxkin elder, was face-down and ass-up, her cheeks spread wide by Allen’s previous cruelty. Her once-pristine tail was matted, soaked, ruined. Two fat, slick carrot stuck obscenely out of her asshole, twitching every time her body tried to clench. Her teeth clenched the leather strap Fina had shoved between her jaws. Her eyes? Glassy. Defeated. No fire left. Just a puddle of humiliation in fox form.
Elira was a collapsed heap in a corner, twitching with every breath. Kael had fucked her unconscious trying to reclaim some fragment of masculinity—and failed. Her legs were still spread, pussy red and stretched, a pool of cum soaking the floor beneath her like she’d pissed herself in shame.
And then there was Elder Lira.
Oh, Elder Lira.
Face down in a puddle of council cum, her once-proud robes shredded. Her ass was streaked with handprints, her back coated in sticky white layers like a used canvas. Her expression was frozen in disbelief—mouth open, eyes staring at nothing, like her brain still hadn’t caught up to the sheer depravity of being gangbanged by the very men she once ruled beside.
Fina started laughing.