Harvested Yelough mushrooms were not perpetual sources of light. As early morning of the third day arrived in the Desolate Lands, the already dimly lit barracks became even dimmer as the stored energy inside the mushrooms kept being constantly depleted.
A figure moved silently through the chilly barracks, casting faint shadows on the surroundings and almost tiptoeing so as to not wake anyone up.
Meanwhile…
A naked Tara wrapped her legs around her Lord's upper body like a koala. Hiro's hips kept moving relentlessly, each of his powerful thrusts letting him penetrate her deeply with his massive member. The surroundings were blurry in Tara's vision.
Low moans occasionally escaped her lips. For some reason, she was trying her best to not make any noise. She did so by sealing her own mouth using Lord Hiro's. Even as they occasionally separated from their kisses, a thick thread of saliva seemed to connect their lips.
