Sigurd and Eva rushed towards the tree where Eva lived, wanting to avoid Medea's meddling. He didn't have the will to resist her if she became any more intense. Sigurd could hear her singing in his mind. Her lovely humming while her hand slipped along his manhood—even now, he could feel her sensual, unhinged energy caressing his flesh.
"Eva, hurry!"
"Hehe, you're so impatient. What are you doing?"
Sigurd was impatient, trying to prevent himself from losing his balance.
As soon as they reached the tree, Sigurd noticed it seemed different. Or rather, Eva didn't guide him to the front entrance but a smaller opening at the back, which seemed a little strange, but he didn't speak or question her.
'Where are we going?'
