The moment Amphorae and Dyon finally connected, blinding lights erupted. Holy intent flooded into Dyon, bearing down on his soul and forcing its tears to heal.
Amphorae's walls convulsed with Dyon's every stroke, causing her to cling to him even tighter, unwilling to let go for even a moment.
Her gentle and soft moans were constantly being interrupted by their deep kisshoes. Neither of them seemed to notice that the reds in Amphorae's hair were becoming blinding golds, and that those golds, were then becoming blinding whites.
Amphorae's soul intertwined with Dyon's. Within Dyon's slowly building inner world, a goddess descended from the skies with wings of pure white. A halo of gold graced the crown of her head, reflecting off of her snow-white hair and eyes.
She floated downward, smiling with a light that caused grasses of deep green and ancient trees and beautiful spiritual flowers to sprout from the once dead ground.