"Haaah, Art—I'm cumming again!" Cecilia screamed, her fingers clawing the sheets.
Thirty minutes had passed since Sarah tried to flee. Now both she and Cecilia were lost in Arthur's relentless rhythm.
Cecilia's head slammed back as another orgasm tore through her. "Too good... I need more."
Arthur gripped her hips, thrusting his entire shaft into her as he pumped another thick load deep inside, her body convulsing around him.
Almost immediately, as if answering a summons, Seraph and Eliya appeared, frozen in the doorway.
Arthur's darkened gaze locked onto them.
"...Type shit?" Seraph stammered, visibly terrified by the man in front of her.
His eyes flicked to Cecilia—still quivering, squirting on the bed—then to Sarah, collapsed on the floor.
Then he grinned.
Seraph turned to bolt, only for Eliya to close the door.
Dropping to her knees, Eliya panted like a bitch in heat as Arthur approached. "Master... did I do well?"
