The wooden hallway was quiet—too quiet—until the first sound slipped through the ceiling like a crack in stillness.
> "Nnnh—aaah… w-wait… wait, it's—haaah—t-too deep…!"
The voice was hoarse, stammering, desperate. It wasn't the kind of moan that sounded rehearsed or gentle—it was the kind that spilled out involuntarily, cracked open by too much sensation.
Broken, vulnerable, laced with pain, and something far more dangerous—raw, shameful pleasure she couldn't contain.
Pah—pah—pah—
The rhythm of wet flesh striking echoed through the wooden beams. Fast. Heavy. Irregular. Each impact reverberated in the floor beneath their feet, as if the house itself was caught in the act. Asperia's voice cracked again, ragged and trembling:
> "S-stop—ah! V-Vex, it—it won't f-fit! You're… t-tearing me… haahh—mmnh—s-slow down, ANGHHH…!"
