The kitchen smelled of fresh bread and heavy silence, thick enough to choke on like a mouthful of warm cum.
He walked in, dressed but his massive cock already stirring beneath his pants like a beast waking from slumber. His hair loose, hands in pockets, the same calm posture from when he stepped through that portal days ago. The man who cataloged horrors and fucked like a demon lord. He pulled out a chair and sat, eyes sweeping over the four women like he owned every dripping hole in the room.
