Waterfall

~Alaric~

The cool water enveloped us, offering a refreshing respite from the heat of our passion. Azaria's legs were wrapped around me, her body pressed against mine as we kissed fervently under the watchful gaze of the full moon. The sound of the waterfall in the background added to the symphony of our love.

Our ceremonial leather clothes, sparse yet allowing for freedom of movement, clung to our bodies, soaked through with the water from the pond. Despite the dampness, they seemed inconsequential compared to the fiery desire that burned between us.

As we kissed, I could feel the heat of Azaria's body against mine, her every curve fitting perfectly against my own, made to be there. I caressed every inch of her exposed skin, my touch igniting a trail of lusty noises from her lips. With her arms wrapped around my neck, I deepened our kiss, savoring the honey taste of her lips.