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... generals writhing in half-defeat, their milk dried, their womb-flames guttering, their voids stitched shut by the shard’s cruel purity. Their eyes turned to him—not with despair, but with hunger, desperate for his cock, his presence, his warmth to restore them.
But Kaito did not linger.
The Dry Shard had dared to deny him.
And denial was a hole begging to be torn open.
The March Into Silence
When Kaito stepped from the throne, his seed dripped into the vo ...
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