Ankyra Sound This is it, the apocalypse.

all around them was twilit, yet in that moment his entire world was awash in gold, mulled apple cider warmth. he embraced her entirely, clumsily displaying fervent desire as his legs drew around her withers and his teeth lent gentle, doting nibbles against the tender breadth of her throat and behind her ears. the strum of his heart clouted loudly, ears flush with its sound. soft whines escaped as their bodies magnetized, tangled together. her body discoursing with his in venetian elocution and he begged for it to divulge more, more, more, as his tongue abseiled down her neck.