The first rays of dawn filtered through the thick canopy of the private garden, casting a soft golden glow over the two entangled bodies. Elara lay sprawled across Alpha Damien Blackthorn’s powerful chest, completely spent. Her green dress was torn and bunched uselessly around her waist, her heavy breasts pressed against his bare skin, and her thick thighs still trembled from the aftershocks of being thoroughly ruined.

Damien’s knot was still locked deep inside her, pulsing occasionally as the last drops of his potent cum filled her womb. She could feel the slight swell of her belly where he had pumped her so full. Every tiny movement sent sparks of...