Darkest Time Of Zalthor
The soft light of the blood moon cast a mystical glow on the serene waters of the pond.
It painted the surroundings in hues of deep red, making the night seem even more atmospheric.
Nestled on a plush sheet beside the pond, Rowena and Asher lay, their naked bodies covered by a soft fabric.
Every contour and curve of their bodies gleamed with sweat, making them seem like statues carved from moonstone.
After spending hours and hours exploring each other's bodies and uniting with each other, Rowena was the first to surrender under his relentless assault.
They started their battle early in the morning and now it was already night while the Eye of the Seven Hells had long since returned to its slumber.
She loved every moment of it, making her feel like she could feel his soul soaring high along with hers and becoming one with him.