No time was wasted once the door closed.
Elion's extravagant formal attire was quickly discarded and forgotten.
As he approached Celeste, who remained seated upon her comfortable bed in her immaculate, tightly fitted red dress, her confidence immediately began to falter.
Her crimson gaze drifted downward, and she found herself facing the mighty foe dangling between Elion's legs once again, before swiftly returning to his face, a fierce blush spreading across her corpse-pale cheeks.
She remained perfectly still even as he approached, stopping before her and lifting her chin up to redirect her gaze away from his rising shaft to his handsome face.
"You ready?" Elion asked.
"Un." Despite nodding, Celeste found her eyes wandering to Elion's shaft once again.
She couldn't understand how that had fit inside her the last time, but considering how painful it had been that time, perhaps he had just jammed it in.
