Vaelora translucent pink wings were half-spread for balance, the delicate membranes trembling with every measured movement of her hips.
She began to sink down.
The tight entrance stretched once more around the head of his cock, then took him inch by careful inch.
The heat of her closed around him in successive layers of soft, wet flesh until she was seated fully, her weight settling against his hips, the base of him pressed flush against her.
Benjamin felt the change before he fully saw it. The golden glow that had lingered in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and faded.
When she next looked down at him the color had returned to the familiar soft pink—clear, bright, and somehow altered in expression.
It was as though the person he had been inside only moments earlier had stepped quietly aside, and someone else entirely now occupied the same small body.
