Mila - Her heart isn’t always yours!

[Prev. Hard NTR] - Mila swore her body was yours alone, but Mikaela craves Luka’s touch. At midnight, the switch comes, and with it the fear that what you hold as love, she may offer as passion to another. How long can the promise hold? ------ The Ballad of the Horned: Hear ye, hear ye, O cuckold’s cry, Lift your horns up to the sky! When lovers sneak and trousers fall, Selene shall come to judge them all. Bring me cheese, and bring me wine, Confess your fate, “Her lips weren’t mine!” Dance in circles, moo like cows, Let sacred horns adorn your brows! By the power of shame and bed unmade, Let two souls split, the pact displayed. Sing it loud, both meek and bold: “All hail Selene, the Queen of Cuckold!”