We were drifting in a dreary, demon infested sea; but we paid that no heed.
The sound of our passionate mating filled the Uttarian boat. My Vampiric body would simply not tire or relent, and so I continued to plow into her with a great rapacity.
In this place, no soul could bother us.
Fey responded to me fervently. Gyrating her hips to better match my thrust. Dragging my lips onto hers whenever she moaned.
Exploring the cavern of my mouth with her tongue and mixing her saliva with mine.
Hours passed us by as we continued to mate. By the time we had fully given vent to our bestial list, the velvet matress Fey had conjured was completely destroyed.
The Sea of death was filled with Fey's comfortable and carefree moan
Her tempting body had collapsed onto mine. And her shapely legs were intertwined with my own.
Her eyes were closed— eyelashes occasionally fluttering from time to time.
Her lips were pressed against my chest as if she were kissing me.
