Allen pulled out of Veyna with a wet, echoing SPLORCH—a sound so obscene it bounced off the chamber walls like a cruel reminder of what she'd just endured.
Her pussy didn't close.
It stayed wide open, twitching, gaping like a broken door, dribbling cum in long, sticky strands onto the cold stone floor. Her stomach still bulged faintly, her body shivering, her voice reduced to breathless, grateful whimpers.
Allen didn't even look at her as she collapsed sideways onto the table like discarded meat.
Instead, he turned to Kael.
The man was on his knees, eyes glassy, his cock limp and leaking. He looked like a man who'd just watched his world get split in half and then fucked into submission.
"Look at me," Allen said.
Kael hesitated.
Allen's voice sharpened. "I said look at me."
Kael obeyed.
Allen's eyes glinted with something cruel, something righteous, something that burned.
"Say it."
Kael blinked. "Say... what, Master?"
