Afternoon.
Evelyn snuggled into Ahtal's embrace, her dragon tail draped over Ahtal's waist. The white-scaled tail, faintly visible as it shifted with her breath, bore traces of dirt and moisture that dripped onto the bed.
The slanted rays of the setting sun poured through the window, illuminating the two of them. Discarded clothes lay scattered on the floor below the bed, and the air was still thick with the unspoken remnants of passion.
"Are you tired?" Xi Mu lowered his head, his gaze falling on Evelyn's petite figure. Her body was pressed tightly against him, her small chest squished into a soft, rounded shape. The languid white tail swayed feebly, seeming to answer Ahtal's question in its own way.
