Celine lay on the cold dungeon floor, twitching from the aftershocks of Ethan's pounding. Cum leaked out of her in trails, pooling between her thighs. The nipples on her massive breasts were red and swollen from his rough sucking.
The defiled angel looked up at him with glassy eyes. "I... Hate you," she whispered again, but her hand reached out involuntarily as if yearning for his touch again.
Ethan stepped away from her approach and pulled up his pants, feeling satiated. It was the best sex he ever had, including that with Artis Yusi.
The Cromwell heir squinted at the spiral tattoo on Selene's hip. He felt a rush, like he'd just won the biggest prize.
"Dominus," he said, locking eyes with her. The required MP was deducted, and then the spiral burned and smoked.
Celine's body jerked involuntarily, and her eyes widened as if she had been penetrated yet again.
Ethan leaned down and grabbed her chin. "You're mine now, Angel Celine. My slave. My pet. Say it back to me."
