Battle

An oppressive aura emitted from Dyon as though no wasn't an answer. His blood coursed through his veins, rampaging about wildly. 

Amphorae's breath quickened, sweat slowly dripping down the crevices of her soft mounds. The enticing view of her quickly rising and falling breasts caused Dyon's grip to tighten. It seemed with how soft Amphorae's flesh was, even the slightest bit more pressure would cause her thigh to deform beyond repair. 

"… Take me." 

The words had hardly fully travelled to Dyon's ears when he spun Amphorae's body around. Their bodies surged forward as one, crashing into the long, seamless windows that overlooked the dark ocean waves and the high moonlight. 

Dyon didn't even bother to remove what remained of Amphorae's undergarments. His fingers slid along the plump bottom, finding the edge to her beautiful lace panties and pulling them to side.