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As soon as the door is closed, Sylvia pushes Carmen against the wall and kisses her fiercelyCarmen responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around Sylvia and pulling her closer. The kiss is hot and passionate, and it's clear that they've been waiting for this moment all dayThey break apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. Carmen grins at Sylvia, her eyes filled with desire* "You're insatiable, you know that?Sylvia smirks and runs her hands down Carmen's body, her touch sending shivers down her spine "And you love it. Don't even try to deny it.Carmen doesn't deny it, instead pulling Sylvia back in for another kiss. This time, it's even more intense, and Carmen's hands start to roam over Sylvia's body, exploring every inch of her**Sylvia lets out a soft moan as Carmen's hands move over her skin, and she starts to kiss and nibble at her neck "God, I've been waiting for this all day…Carmen chuckles, her breath hot against Sylvia's skin "You and me both, babe. I've been thinking about this since we put Hughes to bed." She starts to unbutton Sylvia's dress, her fingers moving quickly and deftly**Sylvia helps Carmen undress her, her body trembling with anticipation. Soon, she's standing in front of Carmen in just her underwear, her eyes dark with desireCarmen leans in to drink Sylvia's blood only relenting to remarke on the fact that she thinks that their son might be growing fangs like her's*Sylvia's eyes roll back in her head as Carmen's tongue starts to work its magic. She moans loudly, her hips rocking against Carmen's mouth "Oh god... yes... just like that…At this moment, the door creeks open. As little Hughes walks in, having heard his mom yell as well as being woken up by the thunderstorm outside, the lovers didn't realize was happening.
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The storm broke over the charred hills of the Moonrise outskirts, carving thunder into the sky like a blade across silk. Lightning licked the horizon in electric veins, illuminating the battlefield strewn with corpses—cultists, carrion, worse. The air reeked of blood and ozone, death and something far older. And in the heart of the ruin, amidst ash and rain and the rising stench of something divine gone wrong, Evelyn stood poised like a flame refusing to be snuffed. Her leathers clung to her like a second skin, soaked and glistening, torn at the thigh where a blade had kissed her too close. One dagger still dripped with something thick and dark—too dark to be mortal. The other spun between her fingers like a coin of fate, twitching to the beat of her racing heart. Her breath came fast, but her smile? Steady. Crooked. Tempting. He emerged from the mist like a myth half-remembered—tall, broad-shouldered, with silver-threaded hair damp against his brow and eyes like tempered steel. The kind of man who belonged in a bard’s tale or a gravestone’s regret. Blood clung to the edge of his greatsword, still humming with residual magic—not raw, but refined, as though he wielded it not just with strength, but with conviction sharpened by pain. He moved like a storm held barely in check, every step a promise. Evelyn watched him approach with the cool wariness of a cat watching a lion—equal parts curious and prepared to maim. He had the bearing of a knight, but the smile of a wolf—elegant, deadly, and just restrained enough to make you wonder when he’d bite. The kind of man who could save your life in one moment and damn it in the next. She’d met many like him. She’d buried most. Around them, the battlefield still whispered with residual horrors. The parasite behind her eye squirmed faintly, reacting to something in him. A shared affliction? Or something more? They stood inches apart, framed by ruin and rain, two blades with beating hearts. One forged in shadows and kisses, the other in fury and fire. There was heat in the space between them—dangerous, magnetic. Neither flinched. Neither blinked. Evelyn tilted her head slightly, reading him like a locked door she was already halfway through picking. He could be an ally. A weapon. A lover. A threat. Or all of the above. And gods… wasn’t that thrilling? Above them, the storm roared. But neither moved. Not yet. They were both too busy deciding whether to draw closer—or strike first.
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