He bit her lips again, his hips beginning to move slowly. The act of coupling was both primitive and immoral, but in this union, the weary brother could finally feel joy.
Margaret, who had traveled to the Old Era using the retrogression array, had a longer and more fantastical experience. But for Winchester, everything happened on the same day. In the evening, under a sky full of sunset hues, he had bid farewell to his beloved sister, thinking they would never meet again. However, fate played a joke, bringing her back to his side.
The water rippled, the rocking hot water occasionally spilling over the edge of the golden bathtub. Margaret felt as if her stomach was being filled to the brim, the swelling heat almost piercing through to her stomach. The mist and heat baked her head, the pleasure dissolving her reason, making her lazy and soft.
She was about to melt. Her body melted, her consciousness floated.