'Drip, Drip'
A liquid-dropping sound echoed in the room.
The room was illuminated by the moonlight. One was posing in a sexy way while the other crouched down.
Eli wiped his face, the sheen of holy nectar and the scent of nectar lingering in the air. His gaze fixated on the sky-blue eyes, which seemed to express a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability.
"Finally, You marked Your thing, Right?" Eli asked in an amusing tone, his voice carrying the huskiness of passion.
"..." Lilith turned her head, her dishevelled hair falling to partially conceal her trembling lips, a postlude to the symphony of pleasure and happiness.
What Eli said was that Lilith trying to mark him with her love nectar so that any other woman would know that he had already taken it since most women can surely identify it.....who knows how?
"~AAHH~" Lilith gasped suddenly when she felt a long, slithering thing entering her slits.
