Tempest whimpered as Dron slowly entered her.
Her body was awash with emotion. She was still thinking about the destruction and death that she saw in the poor class.
She was still worried about the rest of the poor class that was still there.
On top of that, she was worried that Gerax and Mexyn could still be in danger too.
With every kiss and thrust from Dron, she felt those worries slipping away from her.
Dron had a way of wrapping her in comfort.
The fact that they could now come together like this only made it stronger.
Dron stayed shallow, and she felt her body gearing up for the first of what she knew would be many orgasms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. She wanted to feel more of him. Wanted more of the peace and comfort his body offered her.
Soon enough, she found that she couldn't think about anything besides how Dron was making her feel.
