The silence was deafening.
No more whispers. No more voices slithering through the shadows.
The Shard of Whispers lay trembling, like a wet pussy drained of its last shiver, black nectar dripping from the cracks of its throne. The Queen herself sprawled at Kaito's feet, ruined and glowing faintly with the golden warmth he had forced inside her.
Her body was still shifting, flickering between countless faces, countless wombs. But every single one of them carried the same expression now—broken-eyed submission.
"…my warmth… my god…" she moaned, her cunt twitching, leaking molten shadow-honey. "…take it… take all of me… make me yours…"
Kaito's cock still burned, steaming with the heat of conquest. He stepped forward, planting his hand on the Queen's chest, his warmth pulsing deep into her flesh. She gasped, arching, her nipples glowing faintly gold as her whispers bled out of her like smoke.
