By the time Konrad was done with her, Nessriane lay on her side with her back against the cross, and her body stuck in a puddle mixing Konrad's cum and her love juices. Her lolling tongue wagged, her eyes rolled back, and she panted ceaselessly.
"Nessriane, of the House of Slivaz, welcome to my household. And with your surrender, the Resurgence of the Zenith Ants officially ends."
Konrad chortled before turning heels and lowering his glance on the ongoing party. Across more than two weeks, the thousands of poor ladies trapped on crosses and in floor pillories endured the full impact of Daphne's aphrodisiac- smoke without any means to relieve themselves. Naturally, their minds collapsed, and from their previous selves, only crazed lust beasts remained.
