Eren, with a swift, fluid motion, rolled Lyralei over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Her beautiful, curved bottom was presented invitingly towards him, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with a mixture of desire and anticipation. He looked at her, her pussy glistening and begging for his attention.
Eren knelt behind her, his own body thrumming with a renewed and powerful hunger. He reached out, his hand gently cupping one of her full, rounded breasts, the other dropping to her hip to steady her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ready, Lyralei?" he whispered, his voice a low growl.
"More than ready, Veilwalker," she breathed, her hips swaying slightly in silent invitation.
With a deep, guttural moan, Eren pushed forward, burying himself deep inside her.
