The cave was dimly lit by the small fire Cedric had started earlier that provided both light and warmth. While all hell was being loose on the surface the presumably villain and villainess of this world could care less about the fact they were stuck in an endless labyrinth or the trouble their absence would cause the outside world.
The cave right now seemed to be the safest place for them. Abrielle was being consumed by a desire. She didn't know why it was so strong, but it felt like if her body didn't get what it wanted, it would be her end.
The need in her flower that clenched and unclenched from the inside. His hard member that was pressing against it from the outside was not helping her in the least way and he wanted her to admit what she wanted verbally.
Her face flared up but Cedric couldn't care less, his face was crooked in her neck as her lavender scent reminded him of spring in the winter.
