The bathwater still clung to their skin as Arkanos scooped Kaela up again, her towel long discarded, her massive tits pressed against his chest.
Her legs dangled, slick with water and the remnants of their earlier fucking, as he carried her out of the bathhouse.
The cool air hit her drenched cunt, making her shiver, but his heat kept her grounded. Her arms looped around his neck, her breath shaky from the orgasm still pulsing through her.
The manor's halls blurred past, the crackling hearth in the main room casting a faint glow as he kicked open the bedroom door.
The space was lavish—dark wood walls, a sprawling bed piled with furs, and a single lantern flickering on a nightstand.
The air smelled of oak and musk.
Arkanos dropped her onto the bed, her wet body sinking into the soft pelts, her thighs splayed open, revealing her swollen, cum-slicked pussy.
