The cool night air brushed against Allen's bare skin as he wandered through the moonlit village, the sounds of crickets and distant owls mixing with the lingering echoes of moans still ringing in his ears. His body was still slick with sweat, skin glistening under the stars, cock hanging heavy and half-hard after the brutal session he'd just left behind.
As he strolled past a row of huts, something caught his eye—one of the windows was cracked open, the curtain fluttering like an invitation in the breeze.
He paused.
Tilted his head.
Inside, bathed in the soft silver glow of moonlight, lay Veyna.
Tangled in the sheets beside her dozing husband, her bare shoulders peeking out, her chest rising and falling slowly. The curves of her body hinted through the thin fabric of the sheet—one thigh draped out from the covers, her hips turned slightly toward the door.
Allen's lips curled into a slow, evil grin.
