On the bed, Sylvia and Albion were making out as she pinned him to the bed. His arms above his head as their tongue were fighting for control. A battle which Albion always lost. Not losing because of strength or because her tongue was longer than his like Eve's. This was a loss of experience. A loss Albion would gladly accept as he felt Sylvia explore his mouth. Her tongue swirling around and dancing with his. Their lips connected. Making it hard to breathe.
As they parted Albion panted for air as he was a complete mess.
Albion: {How has she still got better lung capacity than me?!}
Sylvia slightly giggled as she saw Albion's face. Loving the cute faces he made when overwhelmed by her love.
Sylvia: I've heard you've been a naughty naughty student~. "The Newbie Killer", "The Slaughter". Not names a good student should have.
Albion: Wait you know those?!
