The group stood in silence, watching the nun lie sprawled on the floor — cum still dripping from her parted lips. None of them cared. Not even a little.
They just stared down at her, amused.Something dark shimmered in all their eyes.
"I think that's enough welcoming for today," Sylvaris said casually. "Let's get dressed and head into town for a short walk. She can rest here."
He reached down and scooped Lilith into his arms, cradling her limp, ruined body with surprising gentleness.
His cock, freshly cleaned by Liraeth, who had taken a shameless lick of his softening giant, was already tucked back into his pants. The moment had been quick, but Faylira had nearly lost control watching it.
She had wanted to be first. She should have been first.
But the elf got to taste him again. And all she could do now was glare at Liraeth with burning envy and aching need.
