Kael lay trembling.
His knees had buckled. His limbs were useless. His belly swollen with come, skin glowing like moonlight under stormclouds. The gods had not pulled out. They were still inside him, two c***s buried deep, twitching, still thick and hard, still stretching his rim wide.
He whimpered.
Every movement sparked fireworks behind his eyes. His body was beyond sore, it was alive. Lit from within. Every breath dragged across raw nerves, every clench made him leak more slick down his thighs.
“I c-can’t—” he rasped, face pressed against the warm stone. “I can’t take more…”
But the shadow god only chuckled, cruel and soft against his throat. “Your body’s lying, little priest.”
And it was.
Because Kael’s c**k untouched since his release was already hard again, throbbing in open a
