The next day, the camp was a hive of activity as the group prepared to depart. The early morning sun painted the dunes in a soft, warm light that belied the harshness of the desert that lay ahead.
Theo, feeling rested and rejuvenated from the previous night's passionate encounter, began to pack his gear with a newfound sense of purpose.
Ely and Salina moved around the tent, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their intimate tryst. They shared a knowing smile as they worked in silent harmony, each one preparing for the challenges that awaited them.
The air was charged with an energy that seemed to hum beneath the surface, a testament to the bond that had grown stronger with each shared experience.
As they emerged from the tent, the whispers and stolen glances from the other guards were impossible to miss. The blush that crept up their cheeks was not from embarrassment, but from the thrill of being claimed so openly by their master.
