The shaman had spent the week preparing something else, something that used the Fondel boy's corrupted blood and the slow draining of the king's own life force into the vessel. The angel's body was being rewritten to accept what it should have rejected.
Garkash's rhythm broke. His breathing turned harsh. He slammed deep one last time and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into her pussy in long, heavy pulses that made his whole body shudder.
Gabriella's legs locked around his waist at once and held him there. Her heels dug into his back like she was afraid he would pull away before she had taken every drop. She groaned and contracted around him, milking him dry.
When the Orc King finally pulled out, a heavy trail of white cum followed and spilled down the curve of her ass onto the wood.
The angel lay there breathing hard, eyes still distant, still hungry. One hand already drifted between her legs, fingers pushing into her cum-filled pussy as if the emptiness offended her.
