Helena walked through the manor halls, her steps careful and measured despite the throbbing pain radiating from her abused asshole.
Each movement sent sharp reminders of last night's brutal claiming—the stretch, the burn, the way Viktor's cock had split her open.
She'd prepared the bath as ordered, heating water over the fire, adding herbs to soothe muscles. Now she was heading to fetch the young master from his training.
But her mind churned with turmoil.
'I need to set boundaries,' she told herself firmly, one hand unconsciously pressing against her lower back where the ache was worst. 'What happened last night... in front of Mira... that can't happen again.'
Her face burned with remembered humiliation. Being fucked like a bitch in heat while the new widow watched. Having her asshole destroyed. Passing out from the pain. Waking to find cum still leaking from her gaping hole.
'I have to tell him. No more in front of others. No more... no more regular sex.'
