Silence blanketed the forest.
Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Three Monster Girls stood frozen, staring at Nathan—pants gone, body trembling, cock lowered but pulsing—like a sacred staff capable of cleaving the space between caramel tits.
Domina opened her mouth.
"Nathan, if you do that, you could d—"
"NO!" he shouted, slicing his hand through the air like a preacher parting fog.
"If it doesn't come out… I will suffer." His right hand touched his chest, like a warrior almost died in battlefield. His voice was soft. Raw.
Livia turned to Velmora.
Velmora didn't move.
Her eyes were still locked onto Nathan's shaft as if deciphering ancient hieroglyphs—interpreting future destinies from the curve of his cock.
I'm not lying… I'm being honest. I'm not deceiving them. Nathan told himself.
He bowed his head slightly.
Not out of shame.
But because of weight.
The weight of existence had descended onto his dick.
His cock was no longer private property.
