The room, sealed for a while already, was in chaos, centered around the large bed inside. Still, despite that, no sound managed to escape from inside, leaving Lucas to focus on more important matters.
His clear brown skin glistening with sweat under the soft light in the room, he held strong on the soft waist he was kneeling behind, timing and controlling his own movement as he teased the wet flesh trying to clamp down on him with just the tip, and sometimes, half of his sword.
The game of catch had a different flavor that built the excitement in a different way, so much so that it seemed about to take the place of the main course. At least that was the impression growing along with Lucas' smile until the frustration of the wet cave owner grew, and she slammed her fleshy behind against his waist, and impaled herself down on the hard pike.
*Pa*
