Mara's corruption deepens

The Raven’s Return

The bedroom smelled of sex and corruption, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of Nero’s incubus pheromones.

"What a sweet couple..."

Ettore—Nero—lounged against the headboard, the old man's fat cock jutting from his hips, the shaft glistening with Mara’s saliva.

"You told him," the demon mused, his claws tracing the bite marks on Mara’s thighs. "And still, he sent you back to me."

Mara’s knees hit the carpet without conscious thought, the voluptuous woman's sinful body moving before her mind could protest.

"P-Please," she whispered, the word tasted like ash in her mouth.

Nero’s fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. "Begging already?" His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Good girl."

The snap of his hips stole her breath, the young woman's throat welcoming his throbbing shaft.

*Glock!*

*Glock!!*

*Glock!*

On the other side of the door, Zeno hummed as he pulled on his shoes.

Such a good girlfriend.