Mia stood in the middle of the living room wearing nothing but one of Vorath’s oversized shirts that reached mid-thigh. It had been two weeks since the night with Vorath, Thalor, and Grim. Two weeks of constant pleasure that left her unable to think about anything else. She had stopped fighting it. Every night she came home craving those thick tentacles stretching her, filling her, making her c*m until she cried.
Vorath watched her from the couch, his amber eyes warm and patient. “You have been quiet tonight, little one. Tell me what is on your mind.”
Mia shifted on her feet, cheeks flushed. She could already feel herself getting wet just standing in front of him. “I… I cannot stop thinking about it. About all of you. The way you fill me up. The way I c*m so hard I forget my own name.” S
