>>530465386 >if it weren't for her position, buried between her empress's thighs, Hysilens could see what Cerydra has made of her, the dark purple of the woman's drink suspended in Hysilens' waters in smoke-like strands. But she doesn't need to—not when she can feel the subtle warmth of it, spreading inside her, not with the buzz of intoxication already settling in her temples
