Floating Island P2*
Inside the bedroom on the top floor of a simple-looking house– atop the flying island.
The couple shared a large, velvety bed. Sounds of smooches and moans. In one corner of the room, a fireplace created a cozy atmosphere that covered the entire space.
The smell of wood-burning almost masked the musky smell of two bodies in heat. Almost. The light coming from the hearth was suddenly getting brighter before producing the sounds of wood popping.
Eren was lying on his back with Altashia on top of him. Her legs spread on either side of his waist. Her butt crack rubbed against his wood. The dress she had worn had lifted her folded knees, which had enabled her to spread her legs as she did.
"Ummmm!"
"Aaaaah!"
Sounds of some more smooching and bodies getting in contact with each other. Eren's hands had minds of their own. They were exploring every inch of the landscape that was Altashia's body.