Aqualina kneeled before Aether, who was sitting unsteadily on the small bath table, legs spread wide... revealing a big, throbbing bulge pressing tightly against his underwear.
The fabric strained as if it could barely contain him.
Aqualina gritted her teeth in frustration. This—this exact situation—was why she had tried to avoid getting involved tonight. And yet... here she was, again being dragged into this ridiculous mess. Her eyes flickered to Aether, who had a pained, drunk expression etched on his flushed face.
"It's... it's painin' me, Aqua..." he slurred with a pitiful groan, his head tilting slightly as if even holding it up was a chore. His voice was hoarse, needy, and heavy with intoxication. The way he winced made her hesitate—was it hurting more than she'd assumed?
'Those damn bitches must've done something to him,' she thought angrily, a furious expression crossing her face.
Just what had they fed her Aether?
What the hell did they give him?
