Sunlight hit the great hall like a slap. The long night was done. Cushions and benches were scattered everywhere, stained dark in patches. Women stirred slowly, faces puffy from sleep and exhaustion.
Most of them moved carefully, legs stiff, hands drifting between their thighs. Cum still leaked out of them in slow drips, mixing with the dried mess from the hours before. Elara sat against a pillar, thighs pressed together, staring at nothing.
Cat and Lulu lay curled together on one mat, the daughter's head on her mother's chest, both of them marked with fingerprints and bite bruises. No one spoke much. The air felt heavy, used up.
Aiden stood on the dais, bare-chested. The fractures were worse in daylight. Thick black lines ran from his sternum up across his collarbones, down both arms, and over his ribs. They looked like they were glowing faintly, pulsing with each breath.
