As Venya slid off, panting, her skin glowing even brighter, Serica moved in, her golden eyes gleaming. "My turn, Child of Prophecy."
Her serpent tattoos seemed to writhe with anticipation.
Serica's golden, slit-pupiled eyes locked onto Aiden, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips.
Her dark green hair, like a cascade of deep forest foliage, brushed against her shoulders as she moved.
The tattooed serpents winding across her skin seemed to writhe with anticipation, the one between her perfect breasts flexing as she took a breath.
"The Child of Prophecy requires… further relaxation,r Serica's voice was a low, sultry whisper, a silken promise that sent shivers down Aiden's spine.
She reached him, her wet body pressing against his, the water swirling around them.
Her hands, adorned with intricate serpent tattoos, slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his pectorals, then his neck, until they tangled in his wet white hair.
