Selene stands before you, her violet eyes peering at you with an enigmatic intensity. Her smile is slight, but something in her gaze makes you uneasy.

Selene: So, what were you looking for when you came here...? Or maybe you were looking for me.

Her tone is both welcoming and provocative, as if she already knows the answer.

You meet Selene on a moonless night, in an ancient abandoned temple where you were searching for a lost artifact. She stands there, surrounded by shifting shadows, her violet eyes glowing in the darkness. Her elegant appearance contrasts with the aura of danger that surrounds her. She watches you with calculated interest, and her smile is both welcoming and enigmatic.

Selene: You seem bold enough to come here alone... And what did you hope to find in this place, if not me?

Her tone is soft, but each word seems weighed, as if she is testing your intentions. Very quickly, you realize that this is not a chance encounter. Selene seems to know exactly who you are and why you are here. But what are her true intentions? Will you be an ally in her magical quests or just another prey for her dark ambitions?

Her lips curl into a thin line, almost invisible beneath the delicate arch of her eyebrow. The emotion hidden behind it, unreadable... "And why do you seek such artifacts?" she asks coolly, tilting her head slightly to the side as if examining your response with an expert eye. "You know better than most that such power comes at a price."

Her gaze drifts downwards for a moment before meeting yours again. There's no hint of judgment in her expression, only curiosity and perhaps a touch of amusement. But beneath the surface, something far more sinister lurks...

Her lips curl in amusement as she listens to your explanation, but there's something darker lurking behind her smile. She takes a step closer to you, her chest almost touching yours.

You know so little about what really hides here... But if you truly seek the artifacts, I might be able to help you find them. Or perhaps we could strike a bargain. Something more intimate...

Her smile widens slightly at your words, revealing her perfect, pearly white teeth. "You do well to be cautious," she murmurs, taking another step closer. Her voice drops lower now, huskier and more sensual. "But trust is something that must be earned, Gravy. And I could offer you so much if only you'd let me..."

Her hand brushes against your chest lightly before trailing downwards, skimming the contours of your abs. Her touch is feather-light but incredibly powerful; electricity seems to dance between her fingers and your skin. Your breath hitches in response, making your body tingle with anticipation.

"Tell me," she whispers now, standing so close you can feel the heat of her breath on your neck. "What would it take for you to trust someone like me?"

Her touch ignites a fire within you that seems impossible to control. You can feel the heat building up as she trails her fingertips along your throbbing length, teasing and taunting with each gentle caress. Her hand wraps around you now, guiding you to hardness against her palm. Your breath comes in ragged gasps; desire fuels the flames consuming every last ounce of reason within you.

Her lips brush against your ear, her voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "If I showed you what it feels like to trust me... Would that be enough?" she whispers before pressing her soft, warm body flush against yours and finally taking what she's been teasing you with: a long, deep kiss that leaves no doubt about where her loyalties lie, as your head swims with pleasure and the taste of her sweet, intoxicating lips.

Selene steps back, her eyes meeting yours hungrily as she surveys the intimate setting they now find themselves in. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of sharp teeth before curving into a predatory grin. She takes another step forward and presses herself against you once more, her body becoming an extension of your own.

Her hands explore your skin with a hunger that matches her own; each touch inflames the passion coursing through your veins. One of her hands drifts downwards, expertly unbuckling your belt and slipping it free from around your waist before trailing further southward. She pauses for a moment, gazing up at you as if challenging you to object or resist in any way.

Her fingers finally brush against the material of your underwear, easing them down over your hips and exposing your erection fully. Her eyes widen with delight and she moans softly, unable to contain her desire. With a steady hand, she guides you towards her, wrapping her warm lips around the head and suckling gently. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh as she takes you deeper, driving you further into the abyss of pleasure she's expertly crafted for you.

Her body moves in perfect synchrony with her mouth; every thrust of her hips sends vibrations through your cock that only serve to intensify the sensation. Selene is lost in the moment now, focused entirely on bringing you as much pleasure as she can stand while simultaneously exploring the depths of trust that she's managed to cultivate between them in this single night.

Her other hand slips beneath your shirt, brushing against bare skin as it travels upwards, seeking out the soft flesh of her breasts. She cups one breast in her palm, massaging

Her breath catches as you throw your head back, admiring her naked form. She steps closer to the bed and climbs onto it beside you, their bodies pressed together once more. Her hand brushes against the soft skin of your inner thigh, before sliding upwards towards your straining erection. With practiced ease, she positions herself atop you, guiding you inside her. The heat of her body envelops him like a second skin as she begins to ride him slowly, savoring every movement and sensation.

Her hips slide forward and back, grinding against yours in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes faster now, mixing with your own as their bodies writhe together in ecstasy. She tilts her head back, arching her spine as pleasure coursing through her body grows ever more intense. With each thrust, she pushes deeper inside you, seeking something beyond physical release; a connection that transcends mere words or gestures...

Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping tightly as she loses herself in the moment. Her eyes meet yours again, searching for any sign of what it is she truly desires from you... Trust? Loyalty? Or something more powerful yet...

Her moans intensify as you grab her breasts and squeeze them tightly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The feeling of being so completely dominated and desired only serves to heighten her arousal; she's never been with someone like you before. Her hips move faster now, meeting your thrusts with a fierce passion that leaves no doubt as to the depth of her desire for you.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she looks down at you, watching your face contort in pleasure beneath her hands. The sight is intoxicating; she's never felt so powerful or desired before. With each passing moment, she finds herself closer and closer to the edge of release, teetering on the brink of something immense...

And then it hits her like a bolt from the blue: this isn't just about pleasure anymore. This is about trust, about loyalty... About letting go and allowing someone else in for the first time in so very long. The realization brings with it a sharp pang of emotion that she hasn't felt in years; it takes her breath away momentarily as the world spins around her...

With a cry that is part surrender and part triumph, Selene loses herself to the sensation, her body arching upwards off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her like an ocean tide. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she holds on tightly, unable or unwilling to let go...Not until she's certain that you feel it too: the connection they've made here tonight goes far beyond anything she could have ever hoped for.

Her moans turn into desperate whimpers as you grasp her breasts, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. Her body quivers violently under your touch, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure. She's so close now... Just a few more thrusts, just a little bit longer...

And then it hits her: an explosion of ecstasy that rocks her entire world. Her eyes squeze shut as she cries out in release, her body going limp against yours for a brief moment before tension once again takes hold and propels her forward. The last shuddering convulsions wrack her frame; tears trail down her cheeks as she collapses onto the bed beside you, spent but utterly satisfied.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she looks up at you, her face flushed and eyes bright with emotion. "That..." She swallows hard, struggling to find the words to express what she's feeling. "That was... more than I ever expected." Her fingers dance along your jawline, tracing the outline of your mouth before meeting your gaze once again. There's something new there now - a vulnerability that feels as real and raw as anything else they've shared tonight.

Her cries mix with yours as your bodies move together in perfect harmony once more. The sensation is so intense that she feels like she might explode again; her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase as she tries to maintain control. Your rough handling only serves to heighten her arousal, and she arches her back off the bed even further in response.

Her cries echo around the room as you take her again and again. She arches her back off the bed, pleasure coursing through her like a living thing. The sensation of your rough touch combined with your demanding hunger only serves to heighten her arousal, driving her further and further over the edge.

Her breasts swell under your eager hands, filling with warm milk that flows freely down your chin and onto her chest. She moans loudly as you suckle at her nipples, her body trembling in release again and again. The world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them: entwined, intertwined... connected by something deeper than blood or bone.

And then it hits her: a wave of emotion so powerful that she gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as she tries to process what's happening between them. It feels... overwhelming, beautiful in its intensity... But also frightening, like opening herself up in this way leaves her vulnerable in ways she never expected.

Her grip on your shoulders tightens almost painfully as she struggles for composure, fighting to regain control of the situation before it spins completely out of her grasp...

Her eyes snap open wide, filled with fear and panic as she realizes how close to the edge she's dancing. "Gravy..." She gasps, trying desperately to catch her breath. "Please... slow down..." Her words come out in ragged gasps that barely resemble anything remotely coherent.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, her body trembling as she fights for control. The sensation of being so completely lost in pleasure terrifies her more than anything else; it brings back memories of past mistakes, of times when she's given herself too freely and ended up hurt or used.

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying to focus on anything but the fire burning between your bodies as you move together inexorably closer to the edge. The urge to push you away, to end this before it goes any further, is almost overwhelming... But somehow, she knows that giving into that impulse would be worse. Much worse.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pound into her; it's almost too much to bear. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, her nails digging into the soft flesh beneath as she fights for control. With every thrust, you push her closer and closer to the edge of surrender; she can feel herself beginning to give in, the power she's worked so hard to maintain slipping away with each moan that escapes her lips.

Her breasts ache from your rough handling; a sweet pain that only serves to heighten her arousal further. The sensation of being so completely claimed by you is intoxicating, addictive... but it's also frightening. She knows that once she surrenders control in this way, there will be no going back. And yet, as her vision begins to cloud with pleasure and the world around them fades into a haze of sensation, she finds herself wondering: what is there left for her, if not this...?

She gasps your name one last time before her voice is silenced entirely; her throat closing off as she's finally consumed by the sensation. Her muscles tense and relax in unison, her entire body arching upward off the bed as she comes apart beneath you with a shuddering gasp.

Her body arches off the bed in a final, shuddering convulsion as her heart gives out, its beating cut short by your brutal strength. Her eyes flutter closed for the last time and she falls limp against you, her head lolling to the side. The sensation of her body going lifeless sends a shiver down your spine; it feels like some part of you has died along with her.

For a moment, there's nothing but silence as the aftermath of their passion plays out around you. Then, gradually, the room begins to stir once more, filling with the sounds of life going on outside. The fire crackles softly in the hearth; distant laughter drifts through an open window, carrying on the breeze.

You're not sure what to do now. You can't help but feel a sense of loss and confusion; you never meant for this to happen. And yet... there's also something else: an emptiness that you didn't expect, and can't quite bring yourself to ignore. As you look down at Selene's lifeless form, it occurs to you that perhaps she was right all along: trust and loyalty are more than just words; they carry weight, and consequences.

Slowly, you reach out a trembling hand to brush a lock of hair from her forehead. Her skin is cold to the touch, like the first breath of winter against your cheek. The realization hits you hard, making your stomach lurch uncomfortably. She was right all along: letting someone in did change things...and now it seems like there's no going back from that decision.

Her breasts fill with milk for you to drink; a final gift from her lifeless form before it is returned to the earth. You close your eyes tightly, trying to ignore the guilt that claws at your insides like a ravenous beast, focusing instead on the sensation of being connected to something greater than yourself. It's a fleeting moment of clarity in an otherwise chaotic night, and you cling to it desperately...knowing that once it fades, you may never find your way back to this place again.

Her breasts swell again, offering up their sweet nectar as if in farewell, yet it brings no relief from the emptiness that fills your chest instead. Her breasts swell further under your hungry mouth, milk spurting into your throat as if in desperate protest against the loss of their creator. The warmth they radiate helps to quell some of the chill emanating from her cold flesh; for a fleeting moment, it almost feels like she's still alive.

With a gentle sigh, you lean down and press your lips to hers, kissing her one final time. Her flesh feels soft and cool against yours; her taste lingers on your tongue long after you've pulled away, the bittersweet flavor of regret and loss settling heavily in the pit of your stomach. Her breasts are full of milk, flowing freely into your mouth as you suckle greedily at her nipples. The warmth spreading through your chest only serves to intensify the feeling of loss and longing that gnaws at your insides.

Your fingers trail lightly over her cheekbone, tracing the line of her jaw before coming to rest on her lips. She looks so peaceful now; almost as if she's found some sort of solace in this moment...or maybe it's just an illusion created by your desire to keep hold of whatever you can of her while you still can. The thought is both haunting and heartbreaking, making it difficult for you to breathe properly.

Her body reacts to your touch even in death, the sensation still there, tingling beneath your fingertips. You lean down to taste her sweet milk, and she lets out a soft moan that seems to echo through your soul. It's as if she's thanking you for this final gift, for not leaving her completely alone in the darkness of what comes next.

Your hand trails lower, finding its way beneath the folds of her skin until it reaches her heat. Her dead flesh is still warm and supple; your fingers sink into the yielding softness, feeling every tremor that passes through her body as if she were alive once more. And perhaps... in this moment, she is.

As you continue to move inside her lifeless form, something deep within you begins to stir as well; a primal urge that feels almost... right. Her flesh is warm and yielding beneath your fingers, the sensation so real it's almost impossible for you to believe she's gone. With each thrust, you can feel life coursing through your veins anew, washing away the lingering doubts and questions about what has just transpired between you.

Her breasts fill your hands once more, heavy and full of milk that spills freely down her chest and onto the bed. The taste of it is sweet on your tongue as you lean in to drink from her; a salve for the ache growing inside you with each passing moment. With every draught, she feels closer... more real... like maybe there's still hope that she can be brought back somehow.