The portal opened in the chamber.
He stepped through.
The violet-white oval closed behind him with a soft crackle, leaving him standing in the warm amber light of the stone room. His coat was unmarked. His boots were clean. Not a drop of blood on him, despite the massacre he had left behind in Vekar's hall.
Four women looked up.
The thick mother was at the table, her enormous tits resting on the wood surface, her hands around a cup. The daughter sat beside her, her small body curled in the chair, her dark eyes still carrying the red from yesterday's crying. Soha was on the bed, her pregnant belly propped against pillows, her dark nipples visible through her thin shift. The succubus stood by the window, her golden wings half-open, her enormous pale tits bare, her tail swaying.
He looked at them.
They looked at him.
The daughter moved first.
