At the side, Tara watched it all unfold, a blank look plastered across her face as she stood frozen.
A figure she had looked up to all her life, someone who had taught her everything she knew, was now reduced to… this.
She gulped as she watched her mother arch her ass into an obscene angle, while the youth smacked it repeatedly until it glowed red, thrusting savagely and dumping load after load into her.
A powerful, feared assassin, someone with the right to be arrogant wherever she went in Tempest City was, before the youth, stripped down to nothing, slowly turning into his plaything.
The sheer thought should have repelled Tara. Should have forced her to doubt everything she knew about her mother.
Yet instead… it stirred desires she hadn't thought possible. And as if to confirm it, she lowered her hand to squeeze the space between her legs, now wet with slimy fluids.
