Chapter 204: Temple of tethers(18+)
Calla’s lips smeared with Mira’s leaking shame, her eyes glazed in bliss and obedience as she licked deeper, moaning softly into the pulsing heat of her fellow slave’s cunt. Allen watched her intently, his cock slowly rising again—veins bulging, slick with leftover lust, twitching in anticipation like a divine weapon begging to be wielded.
He didn’t speak, didn’t need to.
The room responded to his silence with a reverent hush—every breath held, every gaze pinned on Calla as she pushed Mira’s thighs wider and tongued deeper, dragging her fingers through the mess just to suck them clean. Even the Rhelgar elders, once so proud, were reduced to panting voyeurs—throats dry, skin flushed, their authority dripping away with every wet slurp echoing in the chamber.
Allen leaned forward.
"Brin," he said, his voice cracking the quiet like thunder through silk. "Your turn."
The olive-skinned girl flinched—short hair plastered to her temples, her jaw clenched in anticipation. She stepped forward with a dignity that trembled under her arousal, trying to hold onto something of her pride, but Allen’s gaze stripped it away with every step she took toward him.
"Present," he ordered.
Brin dropped to her knees and bent forward, bracing her hands against the edge of the ceremonial platform—her ass lifted high, her legs spread, her wet pussy glistening with untouched need. She trembled as Allen stood, towering behind her, his shadow stretching across her back like a cloak of dominance.
He didn’t waste time.
One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, guiding the slick, angry head to Brin’s entrance. He rubbed it against her folds, letting her feel the heat, the size, the promise of what was coming.
"Tell me what you are," he demanded.
Brin’s voice cracked. "I... I’m yours."