Volume 4 Chapter 55 Kian, Cuckolded ② ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The side effects of the Staff of Universal Dominion had left Guria Selda in a feverish haze, as if she’d been swept up in some delirious heat, and now the maids Circe had brought along were approaching her with deliberate steps. Kian leaned back against the white wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the preparations unfold before she was placed into the wooden bull contraption.
Her hair was a golden-brown cascade with a slight wave, and even compared to the maids, she stood taller, her chest and hips fuller and more pronounced, her calves extending from the bodice-style dress toned and shapely.
Her sun-kissed hands were raised above her head, and the white dress was pulled off from above.
Beneath the dress, Guria Selda wore pure white undergarments.
The top was a thin shirt with bold slits under the arms and around the navel, leaving her healthy abdomen and underarms completely exposed—it was something from DeZayn’s line.
The bottom was loose-fitting pants made of thin fabric, the kind Natra might wear during training, but these too had deep slits on the sides, and the material was so lax that the lines from her thighs to her buttocks were fully visible. If she stepped forward, or if someone peeked from below, the tightly closed folds there would come into view.
He pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning against and circled around to Guria’s front.
Right now, he was in the form of the white bull known as Asterios, so each step made his hooves clack against the soles of his military boots, creating a double echo. Normally, such little details would grate on him, but the excitement of participating in this secret ritual of unveiling the girl drowned out any discomfort.
As he stood in front of her, Guria recognized his form, and her breathing grew ragged.
Her long, beautiful thighs were pressed tightly together, creating wrinkles in the deep-slit shorts that encased her crotch. The delicate zone of her pants was already soaked with nectar, the pure white fabric darkened to gray. Upon closer inspection, the thick, golden-brown pubic hair beneath the wet material was visible through the transparency. Had she not groomed it since her encounter with Kian before?
(It was just a week ago, and overdoing the grooming could irritate the skin anyway.)
”Mmm, mmm, mmm. Quite the view, moo~”
”Sir Asterios…”
”Moo~ already all melty and gooey, moo. Hey, you shitty old hag. Does this bitch have a boyfriend or something, moo?”
”I haven’t checked recently, but probably not. Though it seems she’s no longer a virgin. Does that bother you?”
”Nah, the last bitch was a used-up breeder. My bull c**k’s thirty centimeters long and twenty in girth—enough to make an orc jealous, moo. A virgin wouldn’t enjoy the s**, moo.”
Even if she wasn’t a virgin, Asterios’s c**k would likely turn the intercourse into a bloody affair. That made the initial effects of Damnamene—causing her pussy to heat up and turn into a sloppy, aroused mess—seem quite logical. Without Damnamene’s influence, the target might go mad from the pain and terror.
A sweet-scented coconut oil was being rubbed into Guria’s entire body. Countless hands entwined around her exposed thighs, slithering like snakes, their fingertips disappearing into her shorts. Whether it was the drug being applied to her crotch beneath the fabric, Guria let out small breaths of “ah, ah” from the stimulation of being touched there.
Similarly, hands coiled around her arms, meticulously applying the sweet oil through the slits under her arms and around her midriff, even to the parts that weren’t exposed.
Guria’s brown eyes remained fixed on Asterios (Kian). As hands slipped through the slits to knead her ample breasts, she twisted her body with a wriggle.
”Nn, kuh, haa… ♡ Sir, Asterios ♡ ah…”
The fingers that had entered her shorts circled around to her rear.
The wrist of the rape-eyed maid (was she even a living human?) caused the area of Guria’s pants to narrow.
The slits on the sides of the shorts gaped open wide, enough to make out even the dimples on her buttocks. More thoroughly than her thighs, the line from her anus to her v**ina seemed to be coated with the drug. It appeared to heighten s**ual pleasure as well, for as it was applied, Guria’s breathing grew heavily disordered, and thick nectar dripped in two rivulets down her inner thighs. The spilled fluid trailed in strings, falling between her feet.
”Hey, how do I undo the effects of Damnamene? Starting off with a girl already in full ahegao mode isn’t fun, moo.”
”Eh… But your little d**k is so huge that if she snaps out of it, the first insertion will be a struggle. I’m telling you for your own good—just for the start, leave her like—”
”Moo~n? You’re yapping like a cow in heat, annoying as hell, moo! I’m sick of screwing nothing but slutty, loose-crotched whores every time! You got some kind of wake-up potion to bring Guria Selda back to her senses? Hand it over quick, moo!”
”Alright, alright. Here you go.”
Circe pulled a vial of purple liquid from her bosom and handed it over.
”If you make her drink it, she should come to her senses right away.”
”Hmph, you should’ve given it from the start.”
Kian snatched the drug and carefully uncorked it to check if it was really a wake-up potion, then turned his eyes back to Circe.
”Hey, shitty old hag. Time for you to get out of the room. Looking at your face is gonna make my d**k go all limp and floppy, mooo~”
”…Understood. I’ll have the dolls continue the preparations. Just don’t throw a tantrum and break them.”
”Moo~! So damn noisy, moo~! Get out already, moo!”
It was hardly gentlemanly language, but since he couldn’t risk blowing his cover as Kian inside Asterios, he kept up the crude speech. Circe left the white playroom with an expression of pure sadness.
Once Circe’s presence had vanished from the Summoning Chamber, Kian promptly administered the wake-up drug to Guria. He gently grasped her beautiful jawline, tilting it upward, and poured it between her lips.
”Nguh!? Buhah, gehoh, gehoh… uweh…, gehoh, gehogehogehogehoh!”
Guria Selda, her body glistening from the oil slathered all over, crouched down on the spot and coughed violently. Circe’s dolls, having apparently finished prepping Guria, now opened the back of the wooden bull and began slathering lubricant onto the sponges and such inside with slick motions.
”Gehoh… uh…, w-what… I am…?”
”You awake, moo?”
”――!? General Asterios!”
Guria’s eyes snapped wide open.
Her eyes, as she crouched on all fours, twisted in terror, but she quickly recalled her duty and rose with a resolute expression.
”I apologize for earlier. I am Guria Selda Crete, who will become your wife. Though inadequate, I ask for your favor.”
”Moo. No problem, moo~”
Kian drawled in an elongated voice, then deliberately removed his helmet.
The ugly bovine face was revealed, and Guria, looking up, had her breath catch in a momentary twist of terror.
But soon, whether from the drug’s effects or the side effect of Damnamene—instilling a s** drive toward bulls—her breathing turned heated. Perhaps Guria had decided that being dominated by fear would prevent her from fulfilling her role, so she seemed to surrender to the abnormal instincts welling up from within.
”Get into the bull, moo. Humans only get me half excited, mo.”
Truth be told, he wanted to start with a submissive fellatio as a welcoming drink, but since the cuckoldry s** from Kian’s perspective had to be done with Kian’s own c**k, and Guria had already seen it before, there was a risk of his identity being exposed.
So Kian pointed promptly at the wooden bull statue and commanded.
”Understood.”
Guria approached the statue, brimming with determination to win over Asterios no matter what. Her mother had worn a similar expression during her second and subsequent encounters, but she’d quickly fallen to Asterios’s blast c**k (there were stages like huge breasts, blast breasts, super breasts for chests, and the same should apply to c**ks), succumbing to the pain and the aphrodisiac as an escape.
But Kian had no intention of doing the same to Guria Selda.
The mental impact of netorare was strongest when you were forced to watch the woman you liked fall heart and soul to another man, engaging in loving s**. He wanted to savor that with his darkness d**k.
Well, even in bull form, Kian had no desire to inflict pain on women, so he planned to bring Guria to pleasure ruin instead.
”Alright… here goes.”
Episode 55: Kian, Being Cuckolded II ♥
Volume ? Chapter 55.txt (Continued)
Still clad in her deep-slit undergarments, Guria climbed onto the platform where the wooden bull statue stood, and from the wide-open back of the bull, she lay down on the spongy bed inside.
Her hands and feet were inserted into the cylindrical forms mimicking the bull’s front and rear legs.
One of the doll-like maids removed the leg covers and tightened the leather belts already attached inside, then made her grip the fabric meant for enduring pain, which was also fixed within the legs.
From Kian’s position, he could see Guria’s undignified form as she lay prone, her childbearing hips encased in thin fabric pants turned toward him.
Thanks to the aphrodisiac lotion soaked into the material, the shape of the girl’s buttocks stood out vividly—the valley between, the bush of pubic hair, and the dip in the midst were all fully visible where the fabric clung.
”Mmm…”
This wasn’t Kian’s foolish exclamation, but Guria’s voice as a ball gag was fitted into her mouth. The maid further covered her eyes with a black cloth, securing it with a belt at the back of her head.
Once everything was done, the open back of the bull was closed.
It was the completion of a perfect wooden bull statue.
Finally, two of the maids circled to the bull’s rear and opened the double doors there.
What emerged from below, of course, was Guria’s buttocks, wrapped in her see-through undergarments.
It reminded him of the wall butt play he’d done with Esther, that ass embedded in the wall.
Though Guria’s shape was sleeker, with no stray pubic or butt hairs protruding.
It was the beautiful rear of an eighteen-year-old noble princess.
Kian deliberately removed the armor from his feet.
Ignoring the maids as they cleared away the armor, he lumbered toward the prey fixed inside the bull.
×××
Right in front of him was Guria’s ass, exposed from the wooden bull’s hindquarters like a wall butt.
Without any warning that he was about to touch her, he first brushed his fingertips against the underside of her buttocks—her thighs glistening with aphrodisiac lotion.
”……”
Perhaps the ball gag had a function to muffle the wearer’s voice, as Guria didn’t cry out; her glistening thighs merely twitched once and then stilled. Taking that as permission, he dug his fingers into her sun-kissed skin and kneaded them with squishy motions.
Compared to the female warrior monks, there wasn’t as much flesh, but it was still a pleasing texture of soft muscle and just the right amount of fat on the backs of her thighs.
When he slid his hand to her inner thighs, her ass lifted for an instant.
Careful not to touch the delicate zone, he sank his fingers into the slick inner thighs and butt flesh, tickling them, pulling the slit beneath her undergarments open to the sides.
A squishy, faint sound echoed from inside the pants.
The delicate area of the thin-fabric undergarments gave off a refreshing scent of arousal.
As he repeatedly pulled and released her inner thighs and butt cheeks with his fingers, the slit inside opened and closed in sync, producing lewd music. Perhaps the stimulation of having her v**inal opening manipulated was heightening her sensitivity, as nectar began seeping more and more from Guria’s entrance, soaking into the pants.
Smack—he lightly smacked her butt flesh.
Then Guria’s ass, which had been mostly unresponsive, jerked noticeably.
Smack, smack—he continued the smacks, and her butt flesh jiggled, her hips repeatedly thudding against the inside of the wooden bull.
”Getting off on being spanked? What a naughty bitch, moo.”
”…”
Her breathing grew louder, huff, huff.
Kian traced her inner thighs again—and grabbed her butt cheeks in a firm grip.
Twitch, twitch—! Her ass jumped repeatedly.
The drenched pure white pants had the fabric flipped up widely from the side slits, leaving most of her buttocks uncovered now. The valley that was teasingly almost visible, the crotch fabric gushing with feminine fluids.
Kian slipped his thick finger into the gap of Guria’s pants.
”――――”
He couldn’t see what kind of face she was making.
But beneath the pants, it was already hot and melted.
Guria, who had to please Asterios, offered no resistance—in fact, she seemed to be heightening her own arousal. When he stroked the gooey vertical slit up and down with the pad of his finger, her pubic hair tangled and made a scritch-scritch sound. Like other Westerners, Guria’s pubic hair was soft, and soaked in nectar, it clung to his skin as he moved his finger back and forth, sucking at him like it was trying to hold him back.
She seemed lubricated enough, so he buried his fingertip into her secret hole.
The moment he inserted his thick, hard finger, Guria’s ass lifted as if her depths had been prodded by a c**k, her body bending into a ‘へ’ shape inside the wooden bull.
”Nn, nn~~. Nnnnnn”
A faint groan of enduring the foreign intrusion reached him. He turned his palm downward from upward. Then the pad of his middle finger rubbed against the underside of her cl**oris, and nectar gushed out in a sudden flood. He chased her escaping ass, fingering her with squelching motions. Thanks to their previous encounters, he knew her weak spots well. Even as her lower body tensed as if screaming she didn’t want to cum, he mercilessly built up the pleasure with his finger work.
”――Nnnn♡”
For an instant, her butt cheeks dimpled as if straining, and soon she climaxed.
Her sun-marked butt flesh clenched inward, the darker-colored anus between her cheeks stretching intensely. In sync with the convulsions like during defecation, the v**inal walls gripping his finger squeezed with tremendous pressure.
Kian narrowed his eyes, letting his bovine tongue loll out from his bull face, bringing it close to her climaxing pussy.
”…っ♡…っ…♡――――っ♡”
He licked and sucked at Guria’s refreshingly scented crotch.
With his middle finger still inserted through the pants gap, he sometimes pried at her repeatedly contracting anus with his tongue tip, other times lapped at the erect cl**oris beneath his finger with re-ro-re-ro motions.
Guria’s ass was now bouncing without limit, out of control, making the wooden bull rattle incessantly.
Eventually, he withdrew his finger and inserted his tongue into her v**ina instead.
Perhaps mistaking it for a male organ, the v**inal walls writhed and squirmed around the thick tongue meat, a bumpy texture crawling over its surface.
Nectar dripped from the bull face’s chin.
When he gently stroked her firm, plump cl**oris with his fingertips, Guria seemed to climax easily again.
He pulled back from her orgasming ass for an overhead view.
The pure white undergarment fabric had been shifted aside, exposing her crotch.
Her golden-brown labia majora, slightly overgrown with pubic hair, wriggled like living things, making the salmon-pink flesh within glisten demonically. Teased by finger and then tongue insertion, Guria’s spot gaped with a dark hole.
Strength returned to her trained lower body, her hips and lower abdomen clattering up and down against the bull container. Her climax sounds weren’t very audible, but the movements clearly showed a post-orgasm pussy.
A climaxing wall butt.
It was so obscene, it even stirred a sense of awe.
Kian draped himself prone over the wooden bull, probing for her secret hole’s position with his Kian c**k.
”――――っ”
Guria must have known Asterios possessed a monstrous reproductive organ—likely Circe had informed her.
She was probably terrified of having her womanhood destroyed in the first intercourse.
To preempt that fear, Kian thrust his male organ into Guria while her mind was likely blank from climax.
”Nn――――――♡”
Twitch—and Guria moved her ass slightly.
It was a reaction similar to when he’d inserted his finger.
Or perhaps she thought it was a finger again.
But this was Kian’s c**k.
Just like their encounter in the bath before, the perfectly sized shaft’s invasion prompted her bumpy v**inal interior to start its milking motions.
”This is my c**k, mooo.”
”――――!!”
”It’s buried deep in your royal pussy right now, moo. How’s it feel, moo? Good, moo?”
He said it as creepily and clingily as possible.
Whether that worked, Guria tried to steady her breathing and feign composure.
Whether she felt pleasure from his c**k didn’t matter. As long as he used her until satisfied—that was fine.
Her intention for such emotionless s** was clear from her breathing (victim moo~d).
’Ha?’
(During s**, peeking, wha!)
”Nnhii”
Thrust—he pierced to her deepest point, and the sensation of Guria writhing inside the container transmitted through.
That sight stirred an uncontrollable excitement in him, and he unfastened the latches on the bull contraption, cracking open the back section with a sharp snap. Ignoring the small, muffled scream that escaped Guria, he tore away the wooden armor with ripping cracks, destroying it, and pulled Guria Selda’s body out from among the four legs.
The girl dolls of Circe, standing by against the wall, remained utterly unresponsive.
It seemed they were willing to overlook this level of outburst.
This reaction revealed just how Circe truly felt about Guria Selda.
Kian scooped up the blindfolded girl with the ball gag in her mouth from behind, then simultaneously teased her clit and nipples with squelching rubs.
”Nn, muu ♡ ngu, muu…”
He stroked her clit repeatedly over the thin fabric of her pants, while flipping up the slit under her arm to expose her right breast and gently milk the tip with his fingertips. Of course, Kian’s c**k remained deeply embedded in her lower abdomen all the while.
Performing the clit torment and nipple play in tandem made the large, bumpy walls gripping his shaft undulate like a vast sea, sending waves of pleasure through him.
”Nn… ♡ fuu… ♡ …fuu ♡”
Guria’s breaths clearly took on a tone of sweet surrender to the man.
It was because her s**ual preferences had been twisted, turning her into someone who got aroused by bulls.
Even as Guria writhed in pleasure, tears streamed down from beneath the black cloth covering her eyes. She was weeping in despair at having been reduced to a pervert.
Seeing the pure Guria in such a pitiful state was incredibly arousing to watch.
Kian brought his mouth close to the girl’s well-shaped ear.
”Mmomo. My technique’s pretty good, right? Who’s better at s**—me, or the guy who took your virginity?”
”……”
”If you say the man you’re into is better, then try enduring without climaxing. Well, it’ll be impossible anyway. The body’s honest.”
Guria shook her head vigorously.
He couldn’t tell what she meant by it.
It didn’t matter.
After laying out the condition, all that was left was to make this woman climax pathetically.
Kian grabbed the waist of the girl, her golden-brown hair hanging forward as she curled up, and began moving her up and down like jerking an onahole.
But his goal was ultimately to make Guria come, so he focused his c**k on rubbing her most sensitive spots. Guria let out faint screams from beyond the ball-shaped resin she bit down on.
Plap, plap, plap——!!
”N hii ♡ in ♡ nuuu ♡ niiiii ♡ nn, n ♡ nnn nn ♡♡”
”Come on, endure it!”
”… … ——ngi ♡ nnnnn ♡”
He lowered her hips all the way down, grinding against her deepest point.
He smeared his aphrodisiac-laced pre-cum onto her v**inal walls, forcing her toward climax.
Guria spilled even more tears from under the blindfold, arching her back and letting out a despairing, fragmented cry.
”Nnnnn ——— ♡♡♡”
Twitch, twitch.
”N mo— coming, n mo—!”
A wet rush poured out in bursts.
”N ♡♡”
”Moo…”
(Guria. So even if it’s not me, as long as the c**k feels good, you’ll come…)
He imagined a retort from Talia if she were listening—what are you saying when you’re the one who made her come—and indulged in a sorrowful netorare ejaculation.
With this, Guria had been cuckolded by the bull c**k (Kian’s c**k).
She had climaxed from a c**k that was Kian’s but not from Kian himself.
The heart had nothing to do with s**.
It had been sadly proven that only beast-like instincts mattered.
At the same time, the feeling of having his beloved stolen away seemed to gather as dark side power in Kian’s c**k.
Guria coming from another man’s c**k besides mine was beautiful and erotic.
That was fine.
But he had to reclaim her drifted-away heart with his darkness d**k. This was the depressed erection power born from the synergy of light and darkness.
’???????????????’
Kian tore off Guria’s blindfold and ball gag, then entangled his tongue messily with hers as she spaced out in the afterglow of climax. Thanks to the Staff of Universal Dominion tampering with her mind, Guria breathed raggedly and applied a pure yet lewd deep kiss, flicking her tongue against his bovine one.
Kian’s c**k was rock-hard and throbbing at the sight of the fallen Guria Selda’s alluring form.
* * *
After several rounds of coupling, the time must have come, as the maids standing rigidly against the wall all began moving at once, starting to cleanse Kian (Asterios) and the exhausted Guria from head to toe.
Once the washing was done, Guria was dressed in a loose ceremonial toga, and Kian in upper and lower undergarments topped with black armor.
Now in spotless attire with no trace of the intercourse’s scent, the two left the playroom together.
However, Guria’s face was flushed and dazed from being made to come so many times, and she leaned limply against Kian’s arm, her appearance screaming to any observer that they’d just had lovey-dovey s**.
Kian grinned sleazily under his helmet, fondling Guria’s ass as he followed behind the doll maids.
They passed through the Summoning Chamber and were led through the door where Medea and the others had exited.
The space beyond was a hall with a high ceiling like a Western Church cathedral, where King Crete and the royal family members, along with Crete’s key ministers, were scattered about, whispering among themselves.
”Oh, Princess, you’ve returned!”
Circe glanced over at them, then rushed to Guria, who was wearing a thoroughly aroused expression, and embraced her.
”That must have been tough. Come, over here. General Asterios, please join us as well.”
”——”
”Princess Guria Selda, the Staff of Universal Dominion.”
”Ah… y-yes.”
Guria raised the golden wand.
Kian began walking at the moment the wand emitted its glow.
The faces in the great hall turned tense gazes toward Kian (Asterios).
Scipio and Medea’s stares were particularly piercing.
Kian knelt before the elderly king in the wheelchair.
”Ah, Asterios…”
”We’ve paid the price. Now you’ll work for our nation, General Asterios.”
Scipio, standing beside King Minos, declared.
”First, share the power of lightning with us royals. We’ll discuss the rest after that.”
”No way.”
”Huh?”
”No, moo.”
”…Guria Selda?”
Scipio turned his eyes to his sister.
Guria had been staring blankly at his bovine horns, but she quickly snapped back and raised the staff.
”Listen to what Elder Brother says, my husband.”
”No, moo.”
”W-why won’t you obey!?”
Kian felt a bit guilty for the trouble he’d caused Crete, so he wanted to comply as atonement, but unfortunately, he had no idea how to share the lightning power.
Strengthening the royals was impossible, as was bolstering the Order of the Lightning Knights or the guards.
But he couldn’t just say “sorry, I can’t,” so this called for some advanced Asterios role-playing.
Kian raised his voice toward the hall, which had suddenly begun to murmur.
”You lot, before, when I refused orders, you tossed me right back into that prison. Then for ten years, I was all alone in there. Lately, you haven’t even delivered corpses for meals. Because of that, my subordinates started cannibalizing each other, moo.”
’Your phrasing’s a bit too smart. Make it dumber.’
(This is as much as I can manage, moo.)
’That’s it. Keep that up.’
”I ain’t gonna obediently listen to what you say, moo! But relax, moo. I was pretty pissed off about it all, so as revenge, I’ll go slaughter your enemies, moo. Who do I gotta crush, moo?”
”Azrael.”
”Alright, I’m off, moo~!”
”Wait! Are you planning a solo charge!?”
Scipio’s eyes bulged beneath his glasses as he tried to stop him.
”We need the Minotaur army and the strength of Crete’s warriors. So, back to the first point—hand over the lightning power.”
”Don’t order me around, shitty glasses!”
”Shitty gla…!?”
”You wanna get slaughtered, you scrawny punk, moo!”
Normally, Guria would have rushed in to stop things, but under the staff’s curse, she remained draped limply over his arm.
Kian made a show of kneading Guria’s butt flesh at an angle where Medea could see it clearly.
”I ain’t giving you lot the lightning power. But I’m in the mood to crush somebody, anybody, so I’ll smash Azrael for ya. That should be good enough. What’s the problem, moo.”
”…A solo charge is dangerous, General Asterios.”
Medea, in her formal attire, stepped forward.
Perhaps the wounds beneath her clothes were aching, as she wore an expression of pain with every step.
”Hoh, big-titted cutie, moo~! Hey, shitty old hag, I wanna have s** with this half-breed too!”
”Wha-“
”…Don’t you have a pretty bride already, boy?”
”Moo? Ah, right, moo. Well, until I get bored of Guria Selda, it’ll do. When I do, hand her over, moo!”
”Fine. In exchange, you’ll listen to what Scipio says, right, boy?”
”Hey, shitty glasses. Lead me to the strategy room. Tell me the current situation in detail, what tasks need clearing.”
”……!”
”Hurry it up. Or I’ll slaughter everyone.”
With that, he grabbed Scipio’s slicked-back hair in a vise grip.
He’d expected him to squeal pathetically or something, but even as his head risked being crushed by the monstrous strength, Scipio just looked up at Kian with eyes like he was staring at garbage.
”Boy, the strategy room is this way.”
”Alright, lead on, shitty old hag.”
He released Scipio’s hair.
As a half-elf, his slender frame still had a solid core.
Scipio only staggered slightly and held his ground.
As Kian was led by Circe through the crowd of people, his eyes met those of the half dark elf beauty, Medea.
She directed a killing intent toward him that was incomparable to when she’d first seen Asterios.
She quickly averted her gaze from Kian and faded smoothly back into the crowd.
’Be careful of that woman.’
(She can’t kill me on her own. For big magic incantations, I can notice and escape before activation. Mages are helpless against assassins without a vanguard.)
’She doesn’t look like the type to fight directly anyway. That mixed-breed pig is clearly the kind to manipulate people from behind to do the killing. She’ll find someone who can kill you, and once done, assassinate them too. Don’t let your guard down.’
Kian curled the corner of his mouth at Talia’s advice.
(Heh… But does she even have an acquaintance in Crete who could possibly kill Asterios?)
Notes:
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
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