The fire pit was a dying, red eye in the center of the room, casting long, flickering shadows that danced across the white furs like the ghosts of the beasts Sol had slain, but the real heat was radiating from the two bodies tangled in the center of the plush white furs.
The air in the Feline Spire was so thick with the scent of sex, musk, and the metallic tang of Sol's Level 1 essence that it felt like breathing liquid heat.
Sol knelt between Kira's spread, athletic thighs, his heavy knees sinking deep into the furs. He was a landscape of ridged muscle and jagged, half-healed scars, his skin radiating a heavy, oppressive warmth.
His cock was like a tensed, throbbing iron bar, weeping a clear, thick nectar that shimmered in the amber light. He looked down at Kira, and man…She was magnificent. Her feline eyes were wide, the pupils blown into jagged black holes that reflected the dying fire.
