The chamber remained shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the soft blue glow of the God vein crystals. Thin blue fumes drifted lazily through the air, curling around the bed like living mist. On the mattress Elsa and Damian were locked in a sixty-nine position, her body stretched over his, mouth wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock while his tongue worked steadily between her thighs.
Elsa's lips slid up and down the heavy length, taking as much as she could while her hand stroked what remained. Damian's tongue dragged slowly through her folds, tasting the wetness that already coated her. The wet sounds of their mutual attention filled the quiet room, broken only by the occasional low hum of satisfaction from one or the other.
