Levi flicked his hand and a tent appeared. He took Lyra into the tent and sat in the bedroll.
"Come here and sit," Levi patting his thigh.
The blush on her face intensified, a deep, lovely crimson that spread down to her chest, but she immediately came over to his side. She moved slowly, deliberately, lowering herself to sit down on his lap. Feeling the plumpness of her bare ass against his skin, Levi's cock, which had been slowly rising, turned to stiff, rigid steel in an instant. It pressed against her thigh, making her shudder, a small, sharp gasp escaping her.
Though, instead of backing off, she leaned into his chest and rested her head on his shoulder— surrendering her body to him completely. Levi also didn't decline her approach, putting a finger under her chin to lift her face and kissing her gently.
