One on top of the other, they lay, their bodies bare of clothes and their chest pressed tight against each other. Every beat of the heart, every trickle of sweat, the two could feel them mingling, especially as Helga's legs coiled around Raven's and her hands kept him pinned to the bed. Not entirely in the mood to let her do whatever she wanted, the hero wanted to be on top, but since things were going well, he didn't wanna ruin it yet.
As a trail of Helga's saliva followed her tongue across Raven's face, the hero's hands moved through her curves, and for a moment, he felt those scars carved in her back. One name on top of another, how many more people would she have to carry with her? Well, not the time to think of and thus his fingers swiftly moved on even lower.
