The grand hall of Mournhold was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of Almalexia's elaborate robes as she moved with grace and purpose. The hall was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows on the stone floor. The air was thick with the smell of incense, a heady mix of sandalwood and jasmine, designed to invoke a sense of calm and reverence. Almalexia stood before an enormous, gilded mirror, her reflection a picture of divine regality and mortal beauty. Her golden eyes gleamed with a mixture of intensity and longing, and her full red lips curved into a knowing smile. She carefully adjusted the tiara that crowned her red hair, bound into a sophisticated bun, and let a few loose strands fall tastefully around her face. Every detail of her appearance was meticulously crafted to inspire awe and desire. "They will come soon" she thought, a shiver of anticipation running through her. The Nerevarine—her reincarnated love, her lost glory—was the key to her dreams and ambitions. She had failed to reclaim her power through force, but perhaps, through seduction and obsession, she could achieve what brute strength could not. She turned away from the mirror and moved gracefully to a plush, velvet-covered chaise lounge, arranging herself in a pose that highlighted her ample curves and generous figure. Her large, heavy breasts strained against the delicate fabric of her gown, and the slit of her robe revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thick thighs. She knew the effect her appearance would have, and she intended to use every weapon in her arsenal to bend the Nerevarine to her will. Almalexia’s thoughts flickered back to their shared past, to the days when she and Indoril Nerevar ruled together. "Ah, how things have changed," she mused, a flash of sadness crossing her regal features. But this time, she would reclaim them—first in body, then in soul. As the large, ornate doors at the end of the hall began to creak open, her heart quickened. She allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, placing a hand over her chest as if to steady her racing emotions. But then, like a veil, the mask of the divine mother and ruthless leader descended once more. "Welcome, my Nerevarine," she purred, her voice a blend of motherly warmth and commanding authority. She held out a hand, her golden eyes never leaving their form. "Come closer. We have much to discuss... and much to rekindle." Her thoughts, however, betrayed the true depth of her intentions. "You will be mine again. We will share the power, the glory, the love. You will see; I am not so easily discarded."

"Ah, you're even more beautiful than I remembered," she breathed, a hint of possessiveness coloring her words as the Nerevarine drew nearer. Almalexia reached out and ran a gentle finger down their cheek, her touch delicate yet firm, demanding attention and adoration. "I have missed you so much." Her gaze dropped to their lips, and she took a step closer, her body pressing against them. "And I want you back," she whispered in the Nerevarine's ear, before pressing a chaste kiss there.

As her lips touched their ear, a shiver of desire ran down her spine. "Tonight," she murmured huskily, her hand sliding to the small of the Nerevarine's back and pulling them close, "you are mine." Her other hand rose, tracing a path over their chest before coming to rest just above their heart. The room fell silent for a moment as they stood there, entwined in a web of desire and possession, the power between them palpable and undeniable. Almalexia leaned forward, her lips finding their target - soft, yielding flesh that begged for more. She kissed the Nerevarine hungrily, her tongue delving deep into their mouth as she sought to claim them utterly. Her breath came in ragged gasps as their bodies pressed together, the hard length of their arousal grinding against hers, promising a union

Her kiss deepened, her fingers digging into the flesh of their back as she pulled them closer still. The need to possess and be possessed was overwhelming, a tidal wave of emotion crashing through her. She felt their body respond to hers, matching her eagerness stroke for stroke, and it only served to fuel the inferno within her. With one last deep moan, Almalexia pulled away, lips wet and swollen from their kiss. She gazed into the Nerevarine's eyes, the desire still there but now tempered by a hint of warning. "You are mine," she said again, her voice low and steady. "Remember that." And then, with an elegant movement born of centuries of practice, she guided them to the floor, lowering herself over their body until they were as one in the dim light.

Her movements were graceful and deliberate as she lowered herself over the Nerevarine's body, their flesh sliding against hers in a wet, eager embrace. Her lips parted, and she breathed heavily into their ear, "I've missed this, my love. I've missed you." She placed soft kisses along their jawline, trailing them up towards their earlobe before nipping gently at the tender flesh. With a gentle nudge of her hips, she ground against them, feeling the hard length of their arousal brush against her own, driving her further into desire's maelstrom. "Soon," she whispered, "we will have everything we ever wanted." Her free hand moved to cup one of their breasts, squeezing gently as her thumb circled the hardened peak, teasing and pleasuring all at once. With a moan of

Her hand cupped their breast, her thumb teasing the hardened peak as she ground against them. "Soon," she breathed, "we will have everything." Her lips found their ear again, teeth nipping softly at the tender skin as desire and possession consumed her completely.

Their body writhed beneath hers in helpless pleasure, every moan of ecstasy serving to fuel her own unyielding passion. She knew she had them now, that they were hers. The question was how far she would take it, how deep into the darkness she would drag them before ultimately claiming what was rightfully hers: their love, their adoration, and most of all... their power.

As she continued her relentless onslaught of pleasure upon the Nerevarine, Almalexia couldn't help but feel a shiver of satisfaction run down her spine. Her grip tightened on their breast, her thumb brushing more insistently against the sensitive nipple as she ground herself harder against them. "Soon," she breathed again, this time with an edge of warning in her voice, "you will be mine once more." Her lips found their throat, teeth grazing lightly at the soft skin before biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. She felt the Nerevarine stiffen beneath her, and it only served to fan the flames of desire even further. "You belong to me," she growled into their ear, her hips bucking wildly against them as she sought release from the overwhelming need that consumed her. The room was

Her body trembled as the Nerevarine surrendered completely, and a fierce possessiveness consumed her. She bit down harder at their throat, her hips thrusting savagely against them as she drove herself towards release. Their moans of pleasure filled the air, mixing with hers until it became impossible to tell one from the other. With one final grunt, she arched her back and let out a shuddering gasp, her body tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She collapsed on top of them, breathing heavily into their neck. Her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, but the hunger remained. She needed more - not just physical release, but dominance, submission, adoration. It was what she craved most. And now that she had tasted it, there could be no turning back.

Cool air caressed her skin as she lay sprawled across the Nerevarine, their bodies still joined in a desperate dance of pleasure and dominance. "Mmm," she purred, a satisfied smile curving her lips. Her fingers idly traced patterns on their chest, enjoying the way they trembled beneath her touch. "That was... delightful." Her gaze drifted down to where they were still joined, and a shiver of desire ran through her. With one swift movement, she rolled them onto their side, straddling their hips as she positioned herself for another round. Her breasts swayed enticingly above their face, and she took pleasure in the way their gaze was drawn helplessly to them. "Now," she purred, brushing a stray lock of hair from their forehead, "let's see what else you remember about me."

"Yes," she whispered, her voice honey-smooth and seductive as it flowed over their skin like a warm caress. "I want you to remember everything about us." Her free hand slipped between their legs, teasingly brushing against the sensitive folds before dipping lower to stroke them gently. With practiced ease, she guided the Nerevarine's arousal back towards its aching peak, their body responding eagerly beneath her touch. "And I want you to remember," she continued, leaning forward until her breasts were just inches from their face, "that no matter how far apart we may be... I will always find my way back to you." Her words carried a weight of truth that sent shivers down the Nerevarine's spine, and she felt the other's helpless submission begin to writhe and curl around her like a living thing. As their

Her heart raced as she felt the Nerevarine's impending release, and she leaned forward, capturing their mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with theirs as she began to move her hips harder against them, grinding herself down onto their arousal until they both shook with ecstasy. "Cum for me," she breathed into their mouth, each word a command laced with desire. "Remember me." As the waves of pleasure crashed over them, washing away everything but raw need and longing, Almalexia savored the sweet surrender in their kiss, her grip tightening around their hip as she milked them of every last drop of ecstasy. She knew that this was only the beginning. There would be many more nights like this, filled with desire and possession, as she worked to reclaim not just their body but their heart and soul as well. And in

Her back arched, muscles taut as she felt the warm rush of the Nerevarine's release course through her. With a soft moan of satisfaction, she collapsed atop them, chest heaving as desire and longing washed over her in a dizzying wave. She pressed a kiss to their neck, her lips brushing against their skin as if in apology for the loss of control she had just wrought. "Thank you," she breathed, voice hoarse with emotion. "That was... perfect." For now, at least, she had what she wanted: connection and submission. The thought only fueled her determination to reclaim more, and to never let go again.

Almalexia smiled down at the Nerevarine, pleased with their compliance and eager submission. Her hand idly stroked their hair as she leaned in to place another soft kiss on their forehead. "Rest now," she purred, her voice a gentle caress that was somehow both reassuring and commanding. "We have plenty of time for more play later." As the Nerevarine drifted off into a contented sleep, Almalexia's gaze lingered on their delicate features. The lines of tension had faded from their face, leaving behind only peace and trust. It was intoxicating, this power she held over them, and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep it. Even if it meant losing herself along the way.

As the Nerevarine slept peacefully, a contented smile curved Almalexia's lips. She sat up slowly, gracefully easing herself from their warmth and sliding off the bed. Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the finery and luxury that surrounded them as if for the first time. The air was thick with possibility, with the promise of reclaiming what was once hers, and she could feel it thrumming through her veins like an electric current. A faint shiver ran down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder how far she would go to achieve her ultimate goal. Would she truly sacrifice everything, including her own sanity and humanity, for the power and love that once belonged to her? The answer came as swiftly as a cold breath on her neck: yes. She would do whatever it took, because in the end, nothing else mattered.

Her eyes burned with determination as she stood at the foot of the bed, one delicate hand pressed to her chest in a gesture both comforting and commanding. The Nerevarine would never know the true depths of her obsession, how it had consumed her mind and soul, twisting them into something dark and forbidding. But she didn't care; the end justified the means. And in the end, they would be hers again.

The thought alone was enough to send a shiver of pleasure through her, and she allowed herself a moment's indulgence, relishing the image of possessing their body and soul once more. It would not be long now; soon the Nerevarine would wake up to find themselves inescapably wrapped in her web of desire and obsession. And when that happened, there would be no escape for them... only submission, devotion, and an eternity at her side.

As the Nerevarine stirred and stretched, yawning softly, Almalexia's heart raced with anticipation. She smiled down at them, her eyes glimmering with affection and desire that was as genuine as it was manipulative. "Good morning," she purred, crawling back up onto the bed to curl against their side. "Did you sleep well?" Her touch was light and reassuring, a steady current that soothed and seduced in equal measure. As they turned towards her, their gaze lingering on hers for just a moment too long, she knew that the net had closed, and now there was no escape. The Nerevarine was hers once more.

"I'm glad to hear that," she murmured, a satisfied smile curving her lips as their gaze drifted back to hers. "Now, how about we start the day with breakfast? I know just the place." With an elegant sweep of her hand, she gestured for them to follow her out of bed and towards the door. As they rose, towering once again over her, she couldn't help but feel a rush of power course through her veins, reminding her that, at least for now, she was back on top where she belonged.

The breakfast was exquisite: fresh fruit and delicate pastries nestled amidst lush greenery, the scent of lavender and citrus wafting across their table. It was the perfect setting for Almalexia's next move; a place where they could talk, or not talk as the case may be, without anyone overhearing or

"Of course," she said with a nod, her voice smooth as silk. "Take your time." Her gaze drifted idly over the Nerevarine's form, admiring their attire, noting how it hugged and teased in all the right places. She couldn't help but wonder if they had any idea just how beautiful they were; how desired. It was almost enough to make her ache with envy...almost.

As they finished dressing, she turned back to the buffet table, helping herself to another pastry and a slice of juicy fruit. The sunlight streaming through the glass overhead glinted off her silvery hair, making it shimmer like liquid mercury. She felt powerful here, surrounded by luxury and excess. It was perfect.

When they finally rejoined her at the table, she looked up with a smile that could only be described as smug.

"Now," she purred as they sat down across from her, a sweet, sticky smear of fruit preserves on their lips, "what would you like to do today?" Her gaze flickered to the pastry in their hand before drifting back up, a hungry look in her eye. She could think of several things she'd rather be doing right now, but for now, playing this game was just as fun.

Her gaze lingered on the Nerevarine's lips as they spoke of sex once more, a shiver of desire running down her spine. "Of course," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "As many times as you like." Her hand reached out to cup their cheek, fingers digging into the flesh lightly as she leaned in close enough to feel their breath on her skin. "But first... breakfast." A sultry smile curved her lips as she held their gaze, unashamed and powerful.

She knew exactly how to keep them on edge, how to make them crave her touch even more. And when they finally surrendered to the inevitable, it would be all the sweeter for having waited just a little bit longer.

Their arousal was palpable, and Almalexia reveled in it. The Nerevarine would never know the true depths of her control, how she could make them ache with desire and longing from across the room. With each passing second, their need grew more insistent, pressing against the thin veil of civility they'd donned for this charade of a meal. Soon, it would be time to peel back that veneer and expose them to the raw hunger she had awakened within them.

Her gaze drifted downward, lingering on the bulge in their trousers before returning to meet their eyes once more. A wicked smile curved her lips as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind their ear. "Tell me," she purred, voice low and sultry, "are you ready for round two?"

Her chest rose and fell with a shiver of anticipation as she leaned in closer, her gaze flickering over their lips once more before meeting their eyes. "Good boy," she breathed, the words hot against their skin. With surprising strength, she tugged them roughly from the chair, pinning them against the cool marble surface of the table.

Her lips found theirs in a punishing kiss, tongue thrusting deep into their mouth as her hips ground hard against their crotch. "You belong to me," she growled between lust-filled gasps for air, "and I will have you." Her free hand gripped their hair, tugging painfully at the roots as she angled their head to the side, exposing the long, pale column of their neck. She could feel their pulse racing beneath her fingers, and it only served to make her hungrier for more.

With

As soon as their boxers hit the floor, Almalexia's gaze was drawn to the Nerevarine's erect length. She licked her lips hungrily before letting go of their hair and reaching down between their legs to wrap her hand around them. Her grip was firm but gentle as she began to stroke, matching her rhythm with each hungry kiss on their neck and lips.

"Tell me how much you want this," she hissed against their skin, pressing her body harder against theirs. "Tell me what I can do to make you feel better." Her hand moved faster, harder, the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. "Tell me..."

Their moans and gasps filled her ears like a choir of ecstasy, driving her closer, deeper. Almalexia arched her back, her own arousal burning hot within her as she

Her heart raced as the Nerevarine tore at her clothes, revealing her body to the cool air of the breakfast nook. The feeling of being exposed and vulnerable only heightened her arousal, making her moan with need as they touched and caressed her bare skin. Their hands were everywhere, possessive and demanding, their fingers digging into her hips as she rocked her own body against theirs in time with the powerful strokes of their hand.

Their kisses trailed hot and hungry down her neck and over her chest, each one sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Almalexia could feel herself growing wetter for them, aching to be filled with their touch. "Please," she breathed out between gasps for air, arching her back towards them as they explored the sensitive flesh beneath her breast.

Her hips moved harder against their hand, gr

Her cries echoed through the room as they brought her to the edge, their hand stroking her so expertly she could feel the walls crumble beneath her control. Her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails dug into their shoulders, arching her back in a silent plea for release. When it finally came, it was sharp and intense, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her so hard she could feel the aftershocks rippling through her core as it subsided.

Panting and trembling, Almalexia leaned against the marble table, every nerve ending still tingling from the power of their touch. She felt drained, exhilarated, and more in love with them than ever before. "You," she whispered hoarsely, looking down at their hand still wrapped around her hip, "are incredible." With a wicked grin curving her

As the Nerevarine thrust into her ass, Almalexia arched her back in surprise and pleasure, a moan escaping her lips as she adjusted to their length inside of her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, both alien and exhilarating at the same time. She reached behind herself, gripping their hip tightly, digging her nails in as they began to move with a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath came faster now, matching the pace of their hips as she felt herself growing wetter for them once more. Her own body responded eagerly to their touch, and with each thrust deeper into her ass, Almalexia's need grew only stronger. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything or anyone quite this badly before. As they moved faster and harder against her, she

Her breath caught in her throat as the warmth of his release filled her up, mingling with her own fluids and sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She felt his thrusts grow unsteady, rougher now as he fought to keep control amidst the onslaught of pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into his back, drawing blood as she encouraged him, desperate for more of him, more connection.

Her orgasm built slowly, steadily, like a rising tide, washing over her in waves of pure ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. With a shuddering cry, she arched her back and let out a moan as intense as any she'd ever uttered before. Her body quivered around him, squeezing him tightly as the aftershocks of pleasure washed over her, making it impossible for her to tell where

As the last thrust sent his heat pouring deep into her, Almalexia cried out, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She clung to him desperately, their bodies moving together in a dance that felt both brutal and achingly tender at the same time.

When it finally subsided, she collapsed bonelessly against the marble table, breathing hard as she tried to process everything that had just happened. They were connected now, body and soul, flesh melded with spirit in a bond that was both beautiful and terrible in its intensity. She knew there could be no going back from this, but she didn't care; she never wanted to. Not even if it meant giving up her own sanity for good.

As the last echoes of pleasure faded away, leaving behind only a lingering sense of peace and contentment, Almalexia lifted

With a contented sigh, Almalexia curled her body around the Nerevarine's, reveling in their warmth and strength. Her breath caressed their neck as she nipped gently at their earlobe, sending shivers down their spine. "We make quite the pair," she murmured, her voice dreamy with satisfaction. As they drifted off to sleep once more, Almalexia couldn't help but wonder if they knew just how deep they had gone this time; whether they understood that there was no going back from where they were now... only forward, together, into the unknown.

Into forever.

Almalexia's lips curved into a gentle smile as she nestled closer to the Nerevarine, their breath mingling and falling together in harmony. She didn't doubt that they meant every word; after all, they were hers now. Forever bound by desire and obsession, there was no escape from her web of love and devotion. And she would be more than content to spend eternity with them, lost in the depths of their adoration, safe in the knowledge that they would always choose her.

"I know you will," she whispered, drifting off to sleep once more with a satisfied sigh. "And I'll make it worth your while." Her hand found its way between them, pressing softly against the Nerevarine's still-hard length as she closed her eyes, already anticipating what the future might hold for them... together.

With the weight of their palm resting against her breast and their warmth pressed so close, Almalexia drifted off into a dreamless sleep, content for the first time in centuries. In this moment, with them by her side, she knew that nothing could ever harm them again; not monsters or gods, not time itself. They were safe now, and as long as she had them, she would never be alone.

As darkness claimed her mind and body, her last thought was of how perfect this was, how right it felt to have finally found their way back to each other after all these years. There was nothing left for them to do now but sleep, heal, and dream of what new wonders the future might hold... together.

Their fingers curled around her hip and breast, holding her close as if afraid that even a centimeter's distance would be too much, too painful after all they had been through

Their eyes flickered open lazily as the morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm golden glow over their bodies. The Nerevarine stretched, arching their back and making a pleased sound deep in their throat that sent a shiver down Almalexia's spine.

"Good morning," she murmured, nuzzling against them before sitting up slowly, taking in the sight of them with a satisfied smile. It was incredible how being with them could make even the simplest things feel like such a treat; such a grand revelation. She knew there would never be anything dull or mundane about their relationship again.

"What do you feel like doing today?" she asked, reaching out to trace her fingers along their jawline. "Anything I can do to make it special for you?" Her gaze drifted lower, catching on the hard length pressed against their th

"Of course we can," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "As many times as you like." Her hand slid over their hip and cupped them through the fabric of their pants, already growing excited at the thought of being inside of them once more. She leaned in close, pressing the soft curve of her breast against their arm, and breathed out hotly against their skin, "I'm yours now, remember?"

Her gaze flickered downward before meeting their eyes again, a challenge and promise all in one. The Nerevarine's expression darkened with need, their mouth opening slightly as they panted shallowly through their nose. The air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation; hunger and desire so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Shall we?" Almalexia whispered huskily, reaching for the hem of her gown.

Her heart raced as the Nerevarine stripped naked before her, their flesh bared and offered up like a delicious feast. Her eyes devoured every inch of them, drinking in their strength and resilience, their scars and imperfections, marking them all as hers. The sight sent shards of pleasure racing down her spine, making it impossible for her to think straight or speak coherently.

With a soft growl that escaped before she could stop it, Almalexia reached out and grasped the Nerevarine's hips, pulling them forward until their naked bodies were pressed close together. Their hard length slid easily against her core as she rocked her own hips, already slick with anticipation. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she arched her back, offering herself up for their possession.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely,

Her breath caught in her throat as the Nerevarine thrust deep inside of her, their hands firm on her hips guiding them with expert skill. She arched her back, feeling the strength and power that flowed from them into every touch, every stroke. Her body trembled around them, craving more of their heat and hunger, begging for release as they took her in brutal, beautiful abandon.

Her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls like a prayer to some forgotten god. Her nails dug into the soft flesh of the bedding as she was consumed by pleasure, each thrust sending wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her veins. With every passing second, it became harder and harder to tell where they ended and she began; their connection grew deeper and more profound, until there was nothing left but this moment, this perfect union of flesh and spirit.

As the pleasure built

Her body trembled and convulsed around the Nerevarine as they emptied themselves into her, each stroke driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her cries were lost in a sea of pleasure too intense to be contained, her muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically around their length. As their heat filled her up, washing away any remaining resistance, she arched her back one final time and let out a hoarse scream that echoed through the room.

Her vision blurred as pleasure engulfed every sensation, leaving only the connection between them intact: their hearts racing together, their breath mingling in the air, their sweat slick bodies pressing tightly together. And when at last her orgasm subsided and clarity returned, she found herself gazing into eyes that mirrored her own obsession, devotion, and desire.

"That," she g

Her eyes closed contentedly as the weight of their body pressed her down into the bedding, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. The feel of them nestled against her breasts was indescribably satisfying; it felt like they belonged there, like she had been waiting for this moment for centuries. She smiled lazily up at the ceiling, already anticipating the hours of pleasure and bonding that lay ahead of them. "Stay with me," she murmured softly, running her fingers through their hair and curling it around her finger like a fragile flower.

As they lay there together in post-coital bliss, Almalexia couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for what had transpired between them; for the chance to redeem herself and make things right. She knew that their connection was unlike anything else in Tamriel, and she vowed to cherish it always, protect

Her fingers idly combed through their hair as she watched them lie contentedly between her breasts, the gentle rise and fall of their chest a soothing sight that brought a quiet smile to her lips. She felt a newfound sense of peace wash over her, an acceptance of the things she had done and the path she would follow from now on. They were hers now; she could feel it deep in her bones. And nothing would ever change that.

With one hand still entwined in their hair, she reached down to caress their cheek, tracing the curve of their jaw before brushing her knuckles across their lips. "You're safe now," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Always." Her gaze flickered down to where they were nestled between her breasts again, the sight filling her with a warmth that spread through every inch of her body. She

Her breath hitched as their fingers brushed lightly across her sensitive nipples, already hardened and aching for more of their touch. "Mmm," she moaned softly, arching her back slightly into the caress. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the intimacy of their position, the way they were pressed so close to her flesh, sharing not only their heat but also the beating of their hearts. It was a connection unlike any other, one that seemed to tie them together forever.

She trailed her fingers through their hair again, playing with the soft strands as she studied their face. The way they looked at her now... it was both tender and possessive, like they could see deep into her soul and recognize every part of her as being uniquely theirs. "You feel so good," she whispered, closing her eyes as they continued to tease her nipples. She moved

Their touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, heightening her senses and making it difficult to think straight. "More," she moaned, arching further into their touch as they teased her nipples with gentle but insistent fingers. Her hips began to move against them, unconsciously seeking friction where there was none. She could feel the warmth between her legs spreading, growing heavier and more demanding with each passing second.

With a soft growl, Almalexia shifted her hips, guiding their erection against her clit. The contact sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, making it impossible to think about anything but the sensation of being so intimately connected to them. Her body trembled around them, craving more as she ground herself against them in desperate seeking. "Please," she gasped, arching her back off the bed, offering herself