The fortress no longer felt like stone. Every breath Kaito took echoed against walls that pulsed like flesh, slick with nectar, veins glowing as if the entire womb of the fortress bled with desire. The first priestess still hung in chains, twitching and moaning as if her climax had never ended, while below her dozens of priestesses crawled across the glistening floor, their masks shattered, their pussies leaking, their mouths chanting his name between gasps.
Kaito did not need to command them. His presence alone drew them closer, like moths falling into a flame. Their fingers brushed his legs, their tongues reached for his cock, their moans blended with the heartbeat of the womb itself. The air was heavy with the perfume of sex, sweet and suffocating, dripping from the living walls as nectar rained down on them like holy dew.
