#mooonborne

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑬𝑿. Isa lay gasping on the bed, soaked through with sweat, coming down from the high of yet another climax. There'd been half an attempt to keep count, but somewhere after five, she was too drunk on their lovemaking to remember what number came next.

Something Unknowable danced in the air around them, summoned by Roland's occult workings that she still didn't quite understand. What she had learned well, however, was the beastly shape of her husband-to-be, and where he loved best to be touced. His sharpened teeth had left marks on her pale skin, and she'd finally gotten a good look at those handsome antlers. Truth be told, she felt half an animal herself, snarling and groaning just moments ago, unable to remember anything but Roland's name as he plunged into her again and again.

Slick lust trailed from her cunt, still aching with desire, and her thighs twitched even as she gestured to the cup by the side of the bed in a silent request for water. It was only a moment's reprieve, a chance for Isa to catch her breath before they started up once more.

She downed the water with sloven abandon, letting it dribble down her chin, cooling her skin as much as allowing Roland to watch the droplets trail down the length of her chest and admire his handiwork.