Walking on a path of pale green moss was a naked blue-eyed individual.
By his side, holding his hand tightly, was a winged petite girl, barely able to stand properly, as her legs still trembled from the sudden rough sex she'd endured earlier.
"Uh, Benjamin," she said, voice still hoarse and cracked from moaning so much, "where are your clothes? People are looking at your... uhm..."
Benjamin glanced around casually to find blushing fairies fluttering overhead and along the corridors.
Some were hiding behind vines, others peeking openly, wings buzzing with shocked whispers.
Then he looked down at his softened cock, still somehow swollen faintly from the sex few minutes ago.
"I don't recall much of what happened," he scratched the back of his head, looking genuinely confused. "I was having sex with Titania and Vaelora, then I died."
"You died?!" Isabelle shrieked, her neatly tied hair buns bouncing as she whipped her head toward him.
