Raven and Seraphina lay entwined, the tension in the room palpable. Seraphina's moans, more of pleasure than pain, filled the space. Raven's size was overwhelming for her at first, but she accepted him fully, their bodies fitting together as if made for each other. His movements were both gentle and demanding, creating a rhythm that echoed through the room.
Raven's eyes traveled down, mesmerized by the sight of himself completely enveloped within her. It brought him an odd satisfaction, a stark contrast to his previous experiences. The way her body responded to him was intoxicating. Her skin was flushed, her breathing erratic, and every touch seemed to ignite a fire within her.
Her inner muscles gripped him tightly, a mix of nerves and pleasure. Raven leaned forward, meeting her eyes. Seraphina's face was a picture of mixed emotions, her teeth clenched, yet a serene smile spread across her lips as she spoke softly.