Three hours of relentless spanking carried on before Blood Nether's mind and brain wholly collapsed. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and even as her flaming red butt pulsated, she lay with her arms and legs spread wide. Her love juices tumbled unceasingly.
There, Konrad stopped, leaving the Warden to watch over the groggy captive before heading into Cacillia's chambers. Following the absorption attempt, she remained in that same torpor, unable to wake up.
Oddly, Yvonne stood before her. Oddly because the two had never met beforehand. With no ties binding them, curiosity aside, there wasn't any reason for Yvonne to watch over her. Still, she did. And in her emerald eyes, complex emotions intertwined.
"Watching over the competition?"
Konrad jested as he stepped into the room. Though she didn't turn to face him, Yvonne's lips curled into a lopsided smirk.
"Is she qualified?"
