CHAPTER 48: THE RITUAL OF THE ABYSS
ELODIE’S POV
The world has narrowed down to the point of contact where our bodies meet, a collision of human fragility and demonic power. It doesn't stop there; the sensation doesn't fade or plateau. Instead, it intensifies until it feels like my mind is completely overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of sensory overload. He groans, a deep, tectonic rumble that vibrates through my spine, holding me tight against his massive, scaly frame. He seems to be releasing an endless torrent, a seed that doesn't seem to stop flowing, as if he is pouring the very essence of his immortality into me. I feel it pulsing against my internal walls, dripping like an endless, silky river deep down inside my core. But of course, this is not ordinary fluid; it feels like liquid f
