Artis finally let go of his cock, and it drooped like a warrior after battle—though still proud and formidable.

But as gravity did its thing, the heat of it brushed against Nadia's forehead, like some kind of divine branding iron.

Her breath hitched as it slid down, leaving a wet trail of cum along her flushed cheek like some perverse war paint. And then...oh no...it touched her nose, its head bobbing gently before finally coming to rest right on her lips.

Her lips, already parted in a silent gasp of disbelief, now found themselves cradling the very tip of his cock.

A few drops of cum dripped onto her tongue. The taste was...unexpected. Salty? Musky? Weirdly addictive? Her mind screamed at her to spit it out, but her body? Yeah, her body had other plans.

Without even realizing it, she gently closed her lips—just enough to feel his slick skin against her plush pout. Not too much though.

No, she didn't want to alert him to her very compromising position. Just enough to...well, touch it.

Artis, blissfully unaware, stretched his arms behind his back like he'd just bench-pressed a mountain.

He groaned, a low, satisfied sound, before pressing his hands into his lower back and thrusting his hips forward in a big, exaggerated buckle.

And that was it. That single motion was all it took.

The tip of his cock slipped right past her lips, entering her mouth with a warm, velvety glide.

Nadia's thoughts raced as she froze, her lips still wrapped around Artis's cock like she was some unintentional participant in a bizarre game of don't move or you're busted.

'Okay, okay... If I don't move, he won't know. I'm just...camouflaged in the dark. Yes, this is totally fine. Logical. Nothing weird at all.'

She mentally high-fived herself for her flawless reasoning, conveniently ignoring the fact that she was actively cradling his ridiculously oversized cock in her mouth.

And oversized it was. Even semi-flaccid, it was a damn monstrosity. Twice the size of her husband's, and that was being generous.

The weight of it, the way it throbbed softly against her tongue—it was absurd. Like holding a python that had decided to take a nap in her mouth.

'This is just...physics, right? It's there, I'm here, and gravity is doing its thing. That's all. No ulterior motives at play.'

She told herself, her cheeks burning with shame as the tip pressed gently against the back of her throat.

Artis, meanwhile, seemed completely lost in his own little confession booth.

"I know it's wrong, but... I can't stop myself. I'll touch her more. Every time I see her, I'll find an excuse to be close to her. Her smell, her softness... gods, I'll lose my mind if I don't."

Nadia's eyes widened.

'Wait...what? Is he—'

"Chen's an idiot if he doesn't see how amazing she is. She deserves someone who'll worship her. Love her. Fuck her so thoroughly she forgets anyone else exists. I'll ruin her in the best way possible. She won't be able to get out of bed without me inside her."

Her breath hitched, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.

'Is it hot in here? Or is it just me losing my goddamn mind?'

Before she could spiral any further, Artis shifted, his hips pulling back. Slowly, agonizingly, his cock slid out of her mouth, leaving a slick trail of saliva in its wake. The tip dragged across her tongue like it was reluctantly saying goodbye, and for a fleeting second, she felt...empty.

'Nope. Nope. Nope. This is fine. Totally fine. Nothing happened here. I'm just...a victim of circumstance.'

She thought, her body betraying her as her knees wobbled and her core tightened.

Artis let out a contented sigh, still oblivious.

"I'll make her mine. Just wait and see."

Nadia, still crouched in the dark, swallowed hard—partly from panic, partly from the lingering taste on her tongue.

Then, with the audacity of a king surveying his kingdom, he let the panties flutter to the floor like a fallen banner of surrender.

He casually sauntered back to his bed, climbed in, and sprawled out like a smug bastard who had just conquered a battlefield.

Without wasting another second, Nadia snatched up her rogue panties, clutching them like stolen treasure.

She practically flew back to her room like she was carrying the crown jewels, clutching the stolen panty in her hand as though it were some sacred relic. Her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing, and her thighs trembling with every step.

Once inside, she locked the door, her back pressed against it as she caught her breath. Her fingers absentmindedly swiped across her face, gathering the remnants of his cum. Without thinking, she brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. The taste hit her tongue, salty and thick, and her eyes rolled back slightly.

'Sweet gods above... why does this taste better than the chocolates from the festival?'

Her body moved on autopilot as she stumbled to her bed, her mind flooded with images of Artis. His cock. His voice. The way he'd lost himself in her scent, groaning her name like she was the center of his world. It was enough to drive her mad.

Dropping onto the mattress, she spread her legs, her nightie riding up as she placed her salvaged panty against her face and inhaled deeply.

'Gods...why does this make me so wet?'

Her fingers found their way to her slick folds, stroking in slow, deliberate motions as her other hand pressed the panty harder against her nose. Every breath filled her senses with the scent of her arousal, mingling with the faint traces of Artis's cum.

Her hips bucked as she fingered herself harder, her mind replaying every filthy word he'd said, every second of his cock in her mouth, every drop of his seed on her tongue.

She slid her fingers from her pussy, glistening with her own juices, and brought them to her lips.

She sucked on them, her moans muffled by the panty, imagining it was his cock instead. The taste of her arousal mixed with the lingering cum she'd collected earlier, and it sent her spiraling.

'More... I need more.'

She thought, her fingers diving back into her heat, her body trembling with each stroke.

Her legs quivered, her back arched, and her mind descended into chaos. The forbidden desire for Artis, the taste of his cum, the scent of her own need—it was all too much.

And yet, in the haze of pleasure, one thought lingered.

'What if I'd stayed longer? What if...'

Her fingers quickened.

'No... I can't... I shouldn't...'

But as her toes curled and another orgasm ripped through her, she knew one thing for certain.

'I absolutely will.'