The saturated glow in the young prince's eyes entwined in a luscious red, permeating darkness in an iridescent glow of red, focused on the young woman. She was panting, flushed by an intense heat writhing beneath her naked flesh.
The room was dark, but he saw her with picture-perfect clarity. He saw the way she bit her lips, saw the sensation of pleasure along the lips and tongue. Saw the way her nipples hardened against her pelt.
Syris had been blessed in many ways by the heavens, be they her voluptuous figure or her pale blue eyes capable of unraveling any man or woman. It appeared as if the Gods had taken extra care to sculpt her perfection into being. Kingdoms could burn, planets could perish, all for her beauty that seemed absolute beneath the stars.
"W-w-w-what ya looking at?" She stammered, peeking down nervously. "Y-y-you done?"
