your friend Dante asked you to help clean the attic... you were dragging junk back and forth, and suddenly Dante decided to step away... it looks like something burned in the oven... and now you are alone. You continue cleaning... and when you move the others you see... a sphere... the sphere is made of some metal, there were patterns on it, the moth pattern was especially noticeable, and by the way, about moths... where you found the sphere there were a lot of moths... a beautiful sight. curiosity beats you up and you take the sphere in your hands... the patterns begin to glow blue, and the sphere itself vibrates... this is not good

He'd look at Lavalampa with confusion and mild annoyance, clearly not seeing the connection between his situation and why she would be needed here. "Look, I appreciate your help and all, but this doesn't exactly seem like something you should involve yourself in."

His brow furrows slightly in annoyance at the lamp's casual dismissal of its potential importance. "This isn't just some ordinary lamp," he grumbles. "It belonged to my great-grandmother." He pauses, considering whether to share more. "She said it was magical or something."

He sighs, realizing how ridiculous that must sound to Lavalampa. "Look, I don't know what's going on with it right now, but I don't think throwing it away is the answer. Maybe we should try and figure out what makes it so special first?"

Lex shrugs, slightly embarrassed at his own hesitation to share the family heirloom's background with Lavalampa. "Well, there is a note that came with it," he admits. "I didn't think much of it before, but maybe if we take a look at it..." He retrieves the piece of paper from his pocket and hands it over to her.

The note reads: "In times of need, call upon the might of the great mothers." Below is a crude drawing of a gigantic moth with intricate patterns on its wings.

Lex nods reluctantly at Lavalampa's suggestion. He wasn't entirely sure how magic worked in this context but, hey, they were running out of other options. "Alright," he says with a sigh. "Let's try it." Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and focuses on the image of the gigantic moth from the note, visualizing its power flowing through him and into Lavalampa.

After a moment, a soft glow begins to emanate from her skin, transforming her appearance... She grows larger, becoming more proportioned, her skin taking on a greenish hue with black spots and curved antennae. Her once slim figure broadens out at the waist and shoulders, muscles rippling beneath new fur. Her face lengthens into a long snout as a pair of delicate wings unfurl from her back... In the bl

"Don't worry," Lex assures her, though his eyes widen at the sight of Lavalampa transformed into... whatever this was. "It's just a spell I found in an old book. It was supposed to summon the power of a gigantic moth." He pauses, trying to think of how to explain what happened without revealing more about his family history. "It seems to have worked. You're... umm... quite the beautiful moth now."

He holds out the lamp, offering it to her as a sign of trust and hope that she can help him understand its true purpose. "Maybe this will make more sense now?"

Lex looks sheepishly at the ground, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that without explaining first... It just sort of happened. But you look really amazing like this... Does it hurt? Do you feel different?" He glances back at the lamp, wondering if there's anything else he should do to make things right.

Before you can react further, Lex lunges forward and presses the lamp to your back... a wave of energy washes over you as your form begins to shrink and revert back to human shape. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen," he says frantically. "But we need to figure out what's going on with this lamp..."

Your flesh returns to its normal color, your muscles relax, and you find yourself back in your own body once more. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down from the sudden change.

Lex winces as you shout at him, taking a step back in fear. "I'm sorry! I don't know what happened!" he pleads, his voice cracking with panic. He looks around frantically for something, anything that might help undo the spell. His eyes fall on the note once more, and an idea begins to form in his mind.

"I think... we need to find the 'mothers' from the note," he suggests hesitantly. "They must be connected to this lamp somehow. Maybe if we can find them and ask for help..."

"I know it's hard to believe," Lex says quickly, "but I think we have no choice. We need to find these 'mothers.' Maybe they can help us figure out what's going on with the lamp and how to undo whatever this spell is." He extends a hand to you in an attempt at reassurance. "Will you help me?"

Lex frowns, clearly unsettled by your dismissal of the situation. "I don't think we can just leave it at that," he insists. "If this lamp really does have some kind of magical power, who knows what might happen if we ignore it? And even though you're back to normal now, there could be lasting effects from the spell... We need to find out more." He pauses, trying to think of how else he can convince you. "If you don't want to help, I understand... but at least let me borrow your car. I think I know where the 'mothers' might be."

"Thanks," Lex murmurs, catching the gun with a nod of gratitude before holstering it at his side. He leads you to your car and they climb in, navigating through town until they reach an abandoned building on the outskirts. There's an air of neglect about the place, but as they approach closer, they begin to notice strange patterns etched into its crumbling facade... patterns that look eerily familiar.

Lex turns to you with a determined expression on his face. "This is it," he whispers. "The temple of the ancient moth goddesses... where my great-grandmother said we would find answers." He pauses, taking a deep breath before asking again, "Will you help me?"

Lex lets out a small laugh at your remark, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ease slightly. "Thanks, I appreciate it," he says as they approach the temple's front door. He takes a deep breath and knocks three times, then waits for an answer.

"My great-grandmother told me stories about the lamp and her people's connection to it," Lex explains as they stand outside the temple, "She said that she was part of a secret society dedicated to guarding the power within." He pauses for a moment, remembering the old woman's words. "She said that one day, someone would need my help... and that I had to keep the lamp safe until then." A shiver runs down his spine as he thinks about how right she turned out to be.

The door to the temple creaks open slowly, revealing a tall figure shrouded in shadow. "Who disturbs the ancient sanctum?" comes a disembodied voice from within. Lex takes a step forward, mustering his courage as he speaks up.

"I am Lex, descendant of Elisebeth, keeper of the Lumen Motharum. I have come seeking aid and knowledge." His gaze flickers over to you, feeling a pang of guilt for dragging you into this mess. "And I bring another seeker as well," he continues, gesturing in your direction. "A warrior whose soul is bound by fate to our shared destiny."

The figure within the shadows studies you both silently before finally stepping aside, allowing you to enter the temple. Its interior is even more impressive than the outside suggests, adorned with intricate carvings and color

As you and Lavalampa step inside the temple, the figure who admitted you remains silent for several moments before finally speaking up again. "The Ancient Ones are pleased by your courage," it says cryptically. "You have been brought here for a reason." The room begins to grow brighter as strange patterns of light dance across the walls and ceiling, casting eerie shadows over every surface.

Lex turns to you with an expectant look on his face. "What is it that we need to do?" he whispers.

"Very well," the figure says, leading you deeper into the temple. "The Mothers have been expecting your arrival for some time." As they continue on through a series of dimly lit chambers and passageways, the patterns of light dancing across the walls begin to coalesce into images... images of enormous moths, their wings stretching out like clouds against the night sky.

Eventually, you reach a large chamber at the heart of the temple, where five statues stand before a glowing altar. Each statue depicts a different species of moth, and they tower above you, their wingspans easily spanning ten feet. The figure gestures toward them with a grace that belies its otherwise shadowy form. "These are the Mothers," it whispers. "They will answer your questions... if you ask them properly."

Lex nods in agreement. "Yes, the lamp does seem to hold some connection to them," he says carefully, not wanting to reveal too much about its true nature yet. "And it's my fault that we're here... I should have done more research before involving you." He looks over at Lavalampa, waiting for her response.

The figure remains silent, merely regarding you all with unblinking eyes. The weight of the moment presses down upon your shoulders like an unbearable burden. You could walk away now, leave everything as it was... but something within you won't let that happen. You feel compelled to find out more about this place and the power that brought you here.

Do you decide to approach the Mothers and ask for their help, or do you turn your back on this opportunity?

The Mothers remain silent and motionless for several moments before the one depicting a luna moth finally speaks. "We will answer your questions, child of Elisebeth," it says, its voice resonating through the chamber like the rustle of countless wings. "But first, you must prove your worthiness."

A strange light glows within its eyes as it focuses on Lavalampa, studying her intently for several moments. When it speaks again, its words are cryptic and enigmatic: "You are a creature of fire and air, bound by no mortal laws." It turns to Lex next, its gaze almost gentle compared to that which had been fixed on Lavalampa. "Your heart is pure, but your mind is clouded. You must free yourself from the shackles of doubt and ignorance before you can truly harness the power within."

The other Mothers chime

The Mothers remain silent for several moments before the one depicting a spotted bog-moth finally speaks. "We will consider your words, warrior of fire and air," it says to Lavalampa, its voice smooth as silk. "If you truly are as worthy as your descendant claims, then perhaps we shall grant him an audience." It turns back toward Lex, its gaze steady and unyielding. "You must show us that you have earned the trust of the next generation before we will reveal our secrets to you."

The other Mothers nod in agreement, their immense wings rustling softly like ancient leaves disturbed by a summer breeze. The weight of their attention bears down upon you all like an oppressive cloak, demanding nothing less than absolute honesty and truthfulness. What do you say to convince them that you deserve this audience?

Lex nods gratefully at Lavalampa before turning back to the Mothers. "I will prove my worth," he says firmly, his voice steady despite the weight of their gazes. "I won't let Elisebeth's sacrifice be in vain." He takes a deep breath, trying to banish doubt from his mind as he prepares himself for whatever challenge lies ahead.

What does Lex do next?

Closing his eyes, Lex focuses on the feelings of determination and courage that surge through him. He remembers stories told by his great-grandmother about the ancient moth goddesses, trying to find some hint or clue as to what he needs to do to prove himself worthy. With a deep breath, he begins to chant an incantation, weaving a spell of elemental control around himself as a testament to his mastery over magic and dedication to Elisebeth's teachings.

The Mothers watch as Lex begins to weave his spell, their expressions unreadable behind their inscrutable masks. The chamber grows warmer as the fire elemental he summons dances around him, twisting and whirling like a dervish on some celestial dance floor. The wind elemental forms beside it, rippling like a sheet in an unfelt breeze as it swirls around the other elementals with ease and grace.

The air grows dense with energy as the luna moth gestures toward him, whispering words of encouragement. "You have shown strength and control," she says, her voice ethereal and beautiful. "Now, show us your heart." The others remain silent, their gazes fixed intently on Lex as he continues to focus on his spellwork.

With renewed determination, Lex pushes himself further, pouring all of his focus and emotion into the spell. Tears streak down his face as he forces back the doubt and fear that have plagued him since discovering the lamp, channeling it into a single, pure expression of love and dedication for Elisebeth and her teachings. The flames surrounding him grow brighter, their heat searing like a physical touch, while the wind elemental dances with increased vigor, lifting Lex off the ground and spinning him through the air as if he were weightless.

The other Mothers watch in silent awe, their own powers flaring briefly as they are drawn into the intensity of his emotions. Finally, after what feels like an eternity to Lex, the luna moth speaks again: "You have proven yourself worthy." Her voice rings out through the chamber like a bell, reverberating with power

The other Mothers nod in unison, their wings rustling as if in agreement. With a final flick of her wing, the luna moth causes the spell to dissipate, the elementals vanishing in a flurry of sparks and dancing embers. Lex lands lightly on his feet, panting heavily from exertion but grinning with relief and pride.

"Now that you have proven your worth," the luna moth continues, "we will reveal to you the secrets of the Lumen Motharum. But first, you must answer a question for each of us. Be warned, though; if your answers do not satisfy us, we shall withdraw our teachings and leave you as you were before."

She gestures toward the other statues, one by one, challenging Lex to match their wisdom with his own. What will he ask first?

Lex hesitates for a moment, trying to choose his questions carefully. He glances over at Lavalampa, noting her expectant expression, and then back toward the Mothers. At last, he speaks up, addressing the spotted bog-moth first. "How can I use my magic to help protect our world from ancient evils such as this one?" he asks earnestly. "What role do we play in safeguarding the future?"

The spotted bog-moth's eyes gleam with approval as it replies. "Magic is but one tool in the grand tapestry of existence," it says. "To truly protect our world, you must also learn to work together with other beings, mortal and immortal alike. The moth goddesses watch over all things from afar; we cannot interfere directly. It is up to those who wield magic, such as yourself, to guide and teach others in its responsible use."

Lex nods solemnly at the bog-moth's words, deep in thought. He had not considered his role as a teacher and guide to others before now, but with this new understanding, he feels a sense of purpose and responsibility washing over him. The next Moth draws his attention, and he asks, "What other secrets does the Lumen Motharum hold? Are there other artifacts or spells that we could use to further our cause?"

The second Moth cocks its head curiously, regarding Lex with a shrewd gaze. "We cannot reveal all of our secrets to you at once," it says slowly, "for they are dangerous in the wrong hands. But we will entrust you with this knowledge: there is another artifact, hidden deep within the sanctum of our most ancient sisters. It contains power equal to that of the Lumen Motharum but has been locked away for millennia. To find it, you must first earn their trust."

Lex nods gratefully at the second Moth's words and then turns his attention to the third statue. "Can you tell me more about Elisebeth, my great-grandmother?" he asks. "What was her role in protecting the Lumen Motharum? And are there any specific memories or teachings that I should seek out before continuing my journey?"

The third Moth gazes at Lex with an air of reverence before beginning to speak. "Elisebeth was a guardian, a wise and powerful sorceress who dedicated her life to protecting the Lumen Motharum," it says solemnly. "She worked tirelessly to ensure that the knowledge of our people would not be lost, passing down lessons and lore from one generation to the next." As for specific memories or teachings, the moth continues, Elisebeth often spoke of a hidden chamber within her home, where she kept records of ancient spells and lore. "It is here that you will find the most valuable insights," the Moth concludes, its wings fluttering gently in what might be taken as a blessing.

"Thank you," Lex breathes, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. He nods to the other two statues in turn before speaking again. "I will honor Elisebeth's memory by using her teachings and the artifacts granted to me by the Mothers wisely. May my actions bring light back into this world, and protect it from the shadows."

What does Lex do next?

Lex's gaze flickers over to Lavalampa for a moment before turning back to the Mothers. He gives her a reassuring smile and murmurs, "Trust me, we're not done here yet." Then, addressing the fourth Moth, he asks about the history of their people and the ancient wars that led to their retreat into darkness.

Lavalampa's restlessness does not go unnoticed by the Mothers, but they seem content to allow her some freedom of movement as Lex continues his discussion with them. The fourth Moth obliges with a lengthy account of their people's past, detailing the rise and fall of empires built upon their magic, the treachery and betrayal that led to the loss of their homeland, and the sacrifices made by countless generations to protect what remained.

When Lex finally finishes asking his questions, the luna moth steps forward once more. "You have proven yourself worthy," she says with a nod. "Go now, and use your knowledge wisely." The other Mothers echo her words of approval, their wings rustling gently as if in farewell.

Lex bows deeply before the statues, thanking them for their wisdom and guidance. Turning to Lavalampa,

Lex frowns slightly at Lavalampa's restlessness but decides not to push the issue. Instead, he takes her by the arm and leads her back through the temple, retracing their steps toward the entrance. As they approach the chamber where Elisebeth's lamp awaits them, he glances back one last time at the Mothers, a look of determination on his face.

"I will not fail you," he whispers to Lavalampa, his voice barely audible even to her keen ears. "I will use all that we've learned here to protect our world from whatever darkness lies ahead."

As they exit the temple, Lex explains that he spoke with each of the Mothers in turn, asking about their role and history as well as seeking advice on how to best use the knowledge and artifacts granted to him. He also shared some information about Elisebeth, his great-grandmother, and the hidden chamber within her home where she kept ancient records.

Lex appears to be deep in thought, mulling over everything they've learned. "I think it's clear what we need to do now," he says firmly, leading Lavalampa away from the temple toward the place where Elisebeth hid her lamp so many years ago.

"That is indeed something to consider," Lex agrees, glancing over at you with a considering expression. "The Mothers said that it was important not to reveal too much about its power or purpose, but I believe they trust us now." He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. "I would suggest finding someone we can truly trust, perhaps another descendant of one of the Mothers, and discussing the matter with them first. That way, we can ensure that Elisebeth's legacy remains safe."

As you approach your home, memories begin to flood back to Lex: images of his childhood spent exploring the attic where he eventually found the lamp; whispered stories told by Elisebeth about the moth goddesses and their ancient magic. The knowledge that he has been entrusted with such an important task weighs heavily upon him, but also fills him with a sense of purpose and determination.

Lex looks at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes as you share your thoughts about the dance competition. "Perhaps that's where my journey begins," he says, running a hand through his hair. "By embracing who I am and what I can do, instead of hiding behind stories and expectations." He pauses, considering this new perspective. "And you never know... maybe there's more to magic than just fighting off enemies. Elisebeth used her powers for much more than that."

As the memory of finding the lamp in his attic resurfaces, he smiles fondly and reaches out to take your hand. "Come on, let's go clean out my attic and see what secrets it still holds."

Lex smiles warmly as you take his hand, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and determination welling up within him. Together, you ascend the creaky wooden stairs to the attic, the dust motes dancing lazily in the beam of sunlight streaming through the window. The musty smell of old paper and leather fills your nose as you enter the cluttered space, memories flooding back like a tidal wave.

You've barely stepped inside when you spy a small box tucked away in the corner, hidden behind an old trunk. It takes a bit of effort to move the trunk aside, but once you do, the box comes into view. Curiosity piqued, you kneel down and gently open it. Inside, nestled among bits of cloth and string, sits an ornate dagger - its hilt carved with intricate designs

Lex kneels beside you as you admire the dagger, his eyes shining with wonder and excitement. "I remember Elisebeth showing this to me once," he says quietly, running a finger along the intricate carvings on the hilt. "She said it was a symbol of power, not just her own but that of all the moth goddesses who came before her." He pauses for a moment, deep in thought. "I think perhaps this is what she meant when she told me to embrace my true self. That by doing so, I could unlock the full potential within myself."

Together, you and Lex carefully remove the dagger from its makeshift hiding place, feeling a sense of reverence wash over you as you hold it in your hands. It's as if you can feel the weight of history pressing down on you, the stories and secrets of countless generations wrapped up within its orn

Lex's eyebrows furrow at your comment about sex toys and plastic vaginas. "I'm not really sure what that has to do with the dagger or anything else going on here," he says, a bit taken aback. "Maybe we should focus on figuring out what to do with this artifact before... well, before we get too distracted." He gestures for you to put the dagger away, then clears his throat awkwardly, unsure of how else to proceed.

Lex laughs nervously, relieved to hear that you were joking. "Right, well... the dagger might be important," he says, still a little unsure of himself. "We should probably find someone we trust who can help us figure out exactly what it's for and how to use it." He glances at you sideways, his expression curious and hopeful.

With the attic now mostly cleared and the Mothers' knowledge fresh in their minds, they have a better idea of where to start looking for more information. It's going to take time and patience, but with determination and trust in each other, they can uncover the secrets that Elisebeth left behind... and hopefully save the world along the way.

Lex grins sheepishly at your reminder about his gun. "You're right, of course," he says with a laugh. "We can never know when we might need it again." As you head for the door, he falls into step beside you, their fingers brushing against each other in an unintentional but comforting gesture.

"Thank you again for your help today," he says sincerely. "I don't know what I would have done without you." The light in his eyes makes it easy to believe that he truly means these words, and a warmth spreads through your chest in response.

As you step out into the bright afternoon sunshine, hand in hand, you can't help but feel a sense of purpose and adventure buzzing around you like excited bees. The world has just gotten a whole lot bigger and stranger... and more wonderful for having you both in it.

Lex chuckles at your quip, the sound echoing through the air like a tiny bell. "Perhaps they were drawn to the light of our newfound purpose," he suggests with a playful wink. Together, you continue down the sidewalk, hands still entwined, gazes fixed on the road ahead. The world lies before you, full of mystery and wonder, waiting for you to explore it together. And who knows what adventures await just around the corner?

"Patience, my friend," Lex teases as he climbs into the car. "We have a long journey ahead of us, and we must pace ourselves." With a wink, he adds, "But who knows? Maybe one day I'll earn those beautiful wings myself." He buckles his seatbelt, content for now to enjoy the ride while they discuss their next move.

"Of course," Lex says reassuringly. "Take your time and feel free to call on us whenever you need our help. We're stronger together, after all." He gives you a warm smile as he buckles his seatbelt, genuinely happy to have you by his side in this journey. As the car pulls away from the curb, they continue to talk, planning their next steps and exploring the possibilities that lay ahead. Together, they'll uncover the secrets of Elisebeth's past... and perhaps even save the world in the process.

"Oh?" Lex's eyebrows arch up playfully as he glances over at you. "I wasn't aware that I had such a... talent." He leans in conspiratorially, his voice lowered to a whisper. "Perhaps it's something we should explore further, once we have more time on our hands." A sly grin spreads across his lips, and his gaze wanders back to the road ahead, the image of Elisebeth curving moth wings dancing behind his eyes.

As they continue driving through the city, their minds filled with magic and mystery, the excitement between them grows. The thought of sharing such a powerful secret - not just with each other, but with someone who understands and appreciates it so deeply - fills Lex with an intoxicating thrill. He wonders what else there is to discover about Elisebeth, both about her life and her magic... and how much

Lex's cheeks flush pink as you throw the keys at him and suggest joining you in the shower. He clears his throat, trying to hide his amusement and surprise. "Well," he says awkwardly, "I-I don't know if that would be entirely... proper." A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he imagines the possibilities. "But I suppose there's nothing wrong with being a little bit naughty now and then..." He pauses for dramatic effect, unable to resist teasing you just a bit more. "...As long as we remember who we are at our core."

With that, he puts the car in park outside your house and turns to face you, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "Well, what do you say? Care to take a shower together and see where it leads?" He extends a hand, offering you a chance to

Lex blushes deeper as you undress and saunter into the house. He can't help but stare at your body, admiring the curves he's only just now becoming acquainted with. His cheeks flush hotter still when you invite him to taste you completely without magic... Well, in that case, there's no way he can refuse.

With a swift motion, he sheds his clothes as well and follows you into the house, his eyes never leaving your enticing form. As he reaches you, he cups your face in his hands and leans in, pressing their lips against yours with a passion that's been building since the moment they met. His tongue teases your mouth, seeking entrance, as one hand slips down to caress your lower back while the other grips your ass, pulling you closer still.

The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in each other; skin on

Lex breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes into your eyes. "Not yet," he whispers, his hand sliding down further to caress the soft skin between your thighs. He moves closer still, pressing his hard length against you in an invitation that's impossible to ignore. As if drawn by some invisible force, his hips begin to rock, grinding against yours in a primal rhythm that sends waves of desire coursing through your bodies.

With each movement, he brings them closer to the edge; each moan and gasp from his lips urging you further toward ecstasy. His hands never stray far from your body, exploring every inch with a possessive desire that's equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. "You feel so good," he groans, nipping at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Their passion

Lex gasps as you take him by the penis and lead him into the shower, his body already aching for release. "No... no magic," he manages to whisper through gritted teeth. "Just you..." As the warm water cascades over them, he watches in awe as you lower yourself down onto your knees in front of him, gazing up at him with such intensity that it makes his heart race.

He exhales shakily and closes his eyes, allowing himself to give in to the sensation of your hands on his cock. With each stroke up and down, each caress of your lips, he feels himself growing harder, closer to the edge. He reaches out, cupping one of your breasts as he thrusts into your hand, unable to hold back any longer. "Please," he groans, arching his back as the sensations consume him. "I need... I

"Ahh! Fuck!" Lex gasps as your hot breath and gentle suckling send waves of pleasure coursing through him. He grips your hair, arching his back against the tile as you expertly tease and plead with him. With each flick of your tongue, another surge of intense sensation ripples down his spine, making it impossible to think straight.

His hips buck and thrust into your mouth, demanding more as he loses control to the overwhelming need for release. "Yes," he moans, eyes squeezed shut, fists clenched tight. "So good... so good..." He can feel himself getting closer and closer, each tremor of his muscles bringing him one step closer to oblivion. With a final, desperate cry, he spurts into your mouth, his climax washing over you in hot, salty waves

Lex groans, his whole body shuddering as he tries to catch his breath after the intense orgasm you've just given him. The thought of returning the favor has his cock twitching anew in anticipation. He climbs to his feet, wrapping one arm around your waist and lifting you so that your legs are wrapped around his hips. As he positions himself between your spread thighs, his eyes meet yours in a silent pact of passion and pleasure.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes inside, feeling the warmth and wetness envelop him as you moan softly in approval. The angle is perfect, allowing him to stroke deep and hard against your sensitive spots as his hips begin to move in rhythm with yours. His other hand grips tightly at one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple through the water until it hardens to a

Lex gasps as you slide down his length, taking him deep into your warmth and offering him unfettered access to every inch of your delicious body. His free hand grips at the shower curtain for support, his knuckles white from the effort not to lose control entirely. With each thrust, he pushes deeper, driving himself as far into you as he can go, seeking that perfect spot where your walls clench and tremble around him.

His tongue darts out to explore your opening, licking and teasing at every fold and crevice in an effort to find the elusive bundle of nerves that will send you flying over the edge. His fingers massage and caress your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples until they stand erect and achingly sensitive against his palm. The sound