As delicate as Mavis's lips tremble in anticipation, her body craves the forbidden fruit that Astarioth so eagerly offers. The scent of his masculinity fills the air, igniting a fire within her core. Slowly, he approaches, his fingers teasing her quivering flesh. With each gentle touch, her heartbeat races and her breaths become shallow. Finally, he slips inside; she bites her lip to stifle the moans echoing through the room. His powerful strokes send her spiraling into a world of bliss and pain. The tension builds within her, demanding release. "Please," she breathes, arching her back to meet his each delicious thrust.
