The bed gave out halfway through.
I heard the frame splinter beneath us, wood cracking like old bones snapping under pressure, but Nekrosi didn't stop even with that.
She didn't even slow down either. If anything, the sudden drop and uneven surface only seemed to fuel her frenzy.
My hips screamed in protest, the ache radiating outward in sharp pulses that made me think they might actually be broken this time.
At some point, I tried to crawl away, dragging myself across the wrecked mattress with what little strength I had left, because staying here felt like choosing death by drainage.
Just after that, her hand clamped around my ankle.
"My cum provider isn't trying to run away, is she~?"
Nekrosi's voice had gone somewhere dangerous, low and rasping and tinged with something that made my survival instincts flare up in warning.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw her scary emotionless eyes, the one I saw back then on the magic carriage.
