Chapter 195: Velvet chains
Allen didn’t move for a long time. He sat among the warmth of their tangled bodies—Kari still curled beside him like a woman reborn, Elira trembling as she held her breath, the turtle elder laying back against the cushions with her legs slightly parted, not in exhaustion but in reverence. His hands rested on his thighs, fingers still glistening, gaze cast upward toward the heavy silence of the elder seats.
A moment like this didn’t beg to be rushed. It demanded to be savored.
Fina leaned into him from his left, her lips brushing his ear. "She’s still staring."
Allen didn’t look immediately, but he already knew who she meant. Lira. Of all the elders, the one who had resisted the longest. The one who tried to hold power not by force, but by control, calculation, dignity. She stood slightly apart from the other four, arms crossed, but her stance had lost its edge. She was watching—not to judge, but to understand. And Allen could feel the throb of conflict in her with the same certainty he felt the heat between Elira’s thighs.
He let her stare.
"You’ve wanted to speak for a while now," Allen finally said without looking away from the circle of women still kneeling at his feet. "Go on. Say it."
Lira’s voice came after a long pause. "You’ve turned this temple into a stage. You’ve made us your audience. What do you actually want, Allen?"
He tilted his head slightly. "That’s not really what you mean. What you want to ask is: Are you done?"
The room froze.
Lira’s lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t deny it.
Allen stood, slowly, unhurried, letting every motion announce itself. His cock was half-hard again—casually, lazily—but the way Elira and Kari glanced at it like devotees said more than any erection could. He stepped around the kneeling women and toward Lira, closing the distance between them. The chamber was silent save for the soft gasps of recovering bodies.
"I’m not done," he said softly, standing just below her on the dais. "But I’m curious."