Rock hard.
His cock pressed against her, separated only by the thin fabric of his trousers and her soaked dress.
The thing whose even single vein shape was embedded in her body and remembered by her mind.
Viktor's arms came around her waist, ostensibly to steady her as the carriage prepared to move again.
But his hands rested just below her breasts. His breath was hot against her ear.
And as Aldrin turned back to the reins and Olivia resumed looking out the window, Viktor whispered—so quietly only Elara could hear:
"You are too vulgar Elara, cumming infront of a priestess? I bet the succubus is much more decent than you."
His hips shifted slightly, grinding his hardness against her ass.
Elara bit her lip hard enough to taste blood.
'I'm going to die,' she thought desperately. 'I'm actually going to die from this.'
"Aldrin," Viktor called out, his voice perfectly normal. "Continue to the forest. And don't stop for anything."
"Yes, my lord!"
The carriage lurched forward.
