The dawn light painted the sanctuary in soft golds and pinks, but the atmosphere remained thick with tension and raw desire.Viktor Voss and his contingent had not left. Instead, they had fully integrated into the ritual, turning the night into a dangerous merging of bloodlines. Sophia and Aurora remained at the center of the black marble altar, bodies glistening with oil, milk, sweat, and multiple loads of cum. Sophia’s pregnant belly shone under the early light, warm milk still slowly leaking from her heavy breasts and tracing sticky paths over the swell.Aurora knelt between her sister’s thighs, gently licking the mixed releases from Sophia’s swollen pussy while Viktor watched with dark interest. Sophia’s fingers threaded through Aurora’s hair, guiding her little sister’s tongue with slow, deliberate movements.“You taste like victory,” Aurora murmured against her sister’s folds, her voice husky. She sucked gently on Sophia’s clit, drawing a low moan from her.Viktor stepped closer
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