The air in the chamber had become almost unbreathable, saturated with the overwhelming musk of sex and the charged static of necromantic energy. Iris was beyond coherent thought; she was a creature of pure sensation, her fingers digging so hard into the ritual pillow that the fabric groaned under her grip.
Her knuckles were white, her nails tearing at the embroidered surface as if she could anchor herself to reality through sheer force of will.
"Slow down... haaa~" Iris gasped out, her head tossing wildly from side to side. Her eyes were unfocused, pupils dilated until they nearly swallowed the irises. "Stop... Rex, please... you're being too rough!"
"You're going to... ahhh!" Her plea was severed by another bone-deep thrust that made her hips jerk involuntarily against his.
