Her back would become pressed in the decorated stained glass of the history of Shadow Isle. In the depictions of a winged beast omitting fire from his titanic jaw, his hand would press into its pane while her back would become pressed at the villagers below now coming to adjust to their ashed lands left in smoke. Yet neither of them would bring a focus into the history at their backs, instead, they would become more fervent for one another as his fingers were fisted within her hair and hers were combing through his own locks before finalizing on the collar of his attire to bring him harder against her physique.
Once her tongue would find a rhythm against his own and she would be left naked in this kiss only to feel the comfort of his lips to the skin of her neck, she would be raised from
