"So tell me, Æthelthryth...why did you interrupt my jump to the mental plane?"
Merciless spoke. If he had a face in this realm, it might've worn a puzzled scowl. But only a fragment of his right eye, and the entirety of his cock was visible, glinting with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
When he turned that half-formed gaze on her, the rest of his body, a vague silhouette in this place tilted downward, fixated on Æthelthryth.
Still licking the last of his thick cum from her lips, she swallowed with a lingering, indulgent hum before speaking.
"So you ran into the Fifth?"
At that, his eye widened, sharp, startled. He stared at her like she had just reached into his head and pulled the memory out by hand.
Æthelthryth met his gaze with a dry smirk and answered before he could speak.
"Before you ask how I know that…the answer is that I can sense when your origin is being tampered with. And since I'm connected to you like this, I felt her presence on you. That bitch."
