The heavy stone door slammed shut with a final thud, locking them inside the hidden underground room. The air was cool and crisp, carried down through clever vents the dwarf had carved. Flickering lanterns lined the rough stone walls, casting dancing shadows that played across Maui's scarred green skin. She turned the iron key with a sharp click, then faced Byung, her eyes smoldering with a hunger that had built all day through the stink, the danger, and the endless road.
She set him gently on the wide wooden bed, the frame creaking under even his light weight. Byung, still bare and freshly scrubbed, felt his heart pound as Maui loomed over him. Her massive hands—calloused from years of gripping sword hilts—slid up his thighs, parting them with slow, deliberate force. The heat radiating from her body made his skin tingle.
