Allen's cock twitched in Nyra's throat, his breaths sharp, teeth clenched. Every pump into her sloppy mouth was fueled by anger—not at her, but at those leering, entitled bastards in the council hall.
Yoru. Fenlo. Jass. Dael and that Fucking Lira.
That crusty bitch had dared to spread her legs for him like she was offering some sacred gift, when all he saw was a dried-up gutter in need of a bleach cleanse.
"Fucking disgusting," Allen snarled, fisting Nyra's hair as her throat bulged around him. "You hear that, slut? Your precious elders want to turn me into a cum rag. They think I'm broken."
Nyra whimpered around his cock, gagging as he bottomed out down her throat.
"GGLK!"
"Ghh—ghk! Mmghk—!"
Rinni was giggling like a demon behind her, now fisting Nyra's ass with both hands—her tiny fingers disappearing inside the trembling hole.
"She's opening up real nice now, master~!" she chirped. "So soft and stretchy! Like a dirty little coin purse!"
