A guttural groan echoes across the stone chamber.
Sera's eyes roll back, her body quivering with a glorious tension, muscles trembling like harp strings plucked by divine fingers. Her fingers claw uselessly at the stone altar, trying to to find something to hold onto, breath hitching in rhythmic gasps as Pip rocks her from behind with deep, devastating thrusts.
She clenches her teeth, tenses her body, and tries to maintain some level of composure. But a particularly pleasurable push against her gut releases another guttural moan as Pip's pelvis slaps against her inner thighs.
She smacks a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. But it's far too late.
Across the room, Vuvi chuckles into her flask. "Oh, let it all out, sweetheart. This place was made for it."
