"Hmmn..."
A suppressed moan coursed through the small cubicle as torrents of blood coated the floor.
Valentine pressed his crotch firmly against Fayette's as they shared the most primal of unions, she panted in lust and covered her mouth, trying to not make too much noise as Vera was laying in the pool, relaxing.
They had cleaned her body before placing her in the warm pool and then moved to the cubicle to wash themselves, privately.
But Valentine didn't feel like 'washing' right now.
...
With her glorious butt sticking out and her chest pressed firmly against the wall, Fayette panted heavily, he moved her hair to the side and kissed her cheeks, more like mawed her cheeks...
"W-We shouldn't... V-Vale, you're injured..." She had tried to stop him with the same strength a child stops an adult, any advance he'd try to pull in that regard was likely something she wasn't going to ever resist.
