He saw the silhouettes of Elara riding Myron. There was a white layer covering the space between them. He watched her hesitantly, his body trembling from the sensation he was feeling.
On the bed, Elara and Myron's fevered embrace reached its peak. Orimus closed his eyes, his breathing shallow as he clasped his hands, standing there.
With a final grunt, she let out a cry and sighed heavily. He could see her figure moving up and bending down towards Myron as she kissed him and said, "My mighty warrior, you have my heart forever."
Then she got off the bed and walked into the front space where there were sofas.
Orimus was flustered as he was her, fully naked now. She walked to the sofas with no shame in her body or face. She flaunted her nakedness in front of Orimus, who couldn't seem to control himself now. He could see the white liquid dripping down her legs. Even her black bush was covered with droplets of Myron's seed.
