Reaching her thighs through her clothes, Pyris caressed her, his hands acting as yet another intoxicating effect—which in sense they are—one that made Zara spiral deeper into lust. She growled, her tongue surging into his mouth with fervent desperation.
Pyris was battling on two fronts—dominating her tongue in a relentless duel as they indulged in each other's taste, while his other hand waged war elsewhere...
"Ahh~~" Zara broke their ravenous kiss with a high-pitched moan. Pyris didn't relent—not when there was a sex-starved witch in his grasp, desperate to be tamed. His hands, already exploring beneath her loose garments, ventured deeper along her inner thighs.
"You're so warm. How do you keep this heat burning through the night, witch~?" His craftsmanship was impeccable—so utterly merciless that Zara could only respond with more helpless moans.
