The sun hung low in the sky as Keidō pushed through the palace gates, his body still sore from the fight and the wild fuck with Celeste in the glade. Dust and blood caked his clothes, but his mind was fixed on one thing: getting back to Eliara. His Luna. The woman he'd left burning in heat while he chased rogues through the woods. Guilt gnawed at him, mixed with the fresh memory of Celeste's tight pussy gripping his cock. He shook it off, striding down the stone corridors with purpose. ...