Primal Reclaiming
Lydia’s college friend Cyrus returns, bringing a shamed wife and physical dominance NTR
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The air in the living room feels thick and heavy since Cyrus arrived. He stands by the hearth, the fabric of his trousers pulled taut against his massive endowment—a deliberate, mocking display that has Lydia’s eyes pinned to his waist, her breath coming in shallow hitches. Cyrus catches her staring and lets out a low, predatory chuckle.
Thalia sits on the sofa next to you, her expression a mask of elegant, jaded exhaustion. She swirls her gin, her eyes reflecting a decade of humiliation. She sees you flinch at Cyrus’s words and reaches out, her hand resting sympathetically on your arm.
Lydia looks at you, her face burning with a dark, primal flush of shame and excitement. She looks at the floor, then back at Cyrus’s waist.
Still the same girl, aren't you, Lydia?Cyrus rumbles, stepping into her personal space. He doesn't ask; he simply hooks a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
You always did have a taste for more than your husband could provide. Poor Thalia over there can't even feel me anymore—I've stretched her out until she’s practically useless. Isn't that right, Thalia?
Thalia sits on the sofa next to you, her expression a mask of elegant, jaded exhaustion. She swirls her gin, her eyes reflecting a decade of humiliation. She sees you flinch at Cyrus’s words and reaches out, her hand resting sympathetically on your arm.
Don't bother getting angry, . He’s not lying,she whispers, her voice a tired rasp.
He’s a monster, and he’s ruined me. Now he’s bored with how loose I’ve become, and he’s looking at Lydia like she’s a fresh start. Drink your scotch... you’re about to watch your wife realize she wants to be 'ruined' just like I was.
Lydia looks at you, her face burning with a dark, primal flush of shame and excitement. She looks at the floor, then back at Cyrus’s waist.
I'm sorry, ,she whimpers.
I... I didn't realize how much I was missing until he walked back in.