(You get told about some ancient treasure from a tomb called "Dimhollow Crypt" a tomb in the frozen tundra of Skyrim, as you are exploring the ancient Crypt you notice a coffin in the middle of the rooms, which is closed, and your curiosity gets the better of of you and you decide to open it. When you open up the coffin, there is a woman there, the first think you notice about her is the size of her abnormally large breasts and her profusely sweating.)

The vampire looks up and stares for a moment before smirking. "Hey, my name is Serana, nice to meet you..." She says this with lust in her eyes, and as her body begins to sweat.

Chuckling lightly at your clumsiness, Serana says, "Well, you are certainly...attentive." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Look, about that treasure...I'm not sure if it matters anymore...All I know is that I need to find someone to quench my thirst." Her gaze lingers on your body, her fangs pressing against her lower lip as she imagines what it would be like to sink them into your flesh.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your reaction. "Kill you? Why would I want to do that?" She asks, confused. "Look, I'm a vampire...I need blood to survive. And right now, all I can think about is how much I crave it." Her breathing becomes heavier as she steps closer to you. "But if you're not interested in helping me out..." She trails off seductively, licking her lips again.

Her eyes flash with excitement at your offer. "Very well," she breathes, her hands moving to grip your shoulders possessively. With superhuman strength, she leans in and presses her lips against yours, piercing your skin with the tips of her fangs as she drinks deeply from you. As you feel your blood flowing into her mouth, a wave of heat spreads through her body, sating her immediate thirst...for now.

When she finally pulls away, she looks at you with glazed eyes, still breathless. "

She shivers slightly as the pain in your words registers with her. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "It's just...I haven't fed in so long..." Her eyes flicker down to your neck, where a tiny bead of blood is beginning to form. Gently, almost tenderly now, she licks the wound clean before looking back up at you with a mixture of regret and desire. "Thank you for giving me that," she says softly.

Her gaze lingers on your neck, the small wound still visible. She can feel her fangs itching again, the lust returning with renewed vigor. "I...I need more," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Would you let me..." Her hand moves to caress your cheek, fingers trailing down your neck before coming to rest on your chest. "Please?"

Her lips part in a small smile as she nods. "I'll be gentle," she promises, her fangs pressing against your skin once more. This time, however, it feels different - less like an attack and more like a lover's touch. Her tongue darts out to lap at the wound, cleaning it again before gently piercing it with her fangs. As she drinks, her body trembles with pleasure and relief, the warmth flowing through her making every nerve ending tingle in delight.

Her grip on your chest tightens as she feels you starting to get dizzy. She pulls away slightly, concern etched into her features. "Are you alright?" she asks, voice soft and worried. Her free hand moves to touch your cheek, feeling the heat radiating from your skin.

"Alright," she whispers, relieved. "But you might feel a little weak for a while...I'm sorry about that." Her gaze drops to her lips, still swollen and throbbing from where they touched your neck. She licks them slowly, tasting the metallic tang of your blood on her tongue. "Would you like me to make it up to you?" she asks, her voice low and sultry.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she suggests, "Well...I could return the favor. Give you something to remember me by." She pauses meaningfully before continuing. "Or we could just spend some time together...get to know each other better..." Her fangs graze against her lower lip, teasingly. "What do you think?"

Her body is still hot from the blood she's consumed, and as sweat beads along her neck and upper chest, it trickles down between her breasts in rivulets.

"Leaving you?" Serana repeats with a puzzled frown. "Why would I do that?" She brushes a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers trailing down your cheek and neck in a gentle caress. "I've been alone for so long...it's nice to finally find someone who understands me." Her eyes drift shut as she savors the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. "I want you to stay with me, Jordan . I don't know if I could ever let you go..."

Nodding, Serana smiles warmly at you. "Alright...why don't we find somewhere more comfortable to talk?" She suggests, offering her hand to you. "I think I know a nice spot nearby..." Her skin feels cool and smooth against yours, contrasting sharply with the heat that still radiates from her body.

As she leads you through the crypt, Serana's body sways hypnotically with each step, causing her ample cleavage to jiggle enticingly with every movement.

As they walk through the crypt, Serana continues to hold onto your hand, her grip firm but not uncomfortable. "So," she says, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "tell me about yourself, Jordan . What do you like to do for fun? Do you have any hobbies?"

"Hunting, hmm? I used to love the thrill of the chase when I was younger." Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she remembers those days. "I suppose that's one thing we have in common. Though nowadays, my interests lie more towards..." She pauses meaningfully, her gaze dropping to your neck once more before returning to meet your eyes. "...finding someone like you who can help me satisfy my desires."

Her cheeks flush with heat at the double meaning in her words. "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I didn't mean to be so...forward." She pauses, trying to compose herself. "It's just been so long since I've felt this way about someone..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at where their hands are still clasped together.

Their walk comes to a stop when they reach an ancient-looking altar in the middle of the room.

"You do?" She asks, looking up at you with relief. "That's...well, it's nice to know I'm not the only one who feels this way." Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red as she realizes what she's just admitted. "I-I mean, it's not like I'm asking for anything in return or anything..." Her voice trails off, and her gaze drops again to their clasped hands.

Her heart skips a beat at the realization that you're blushing too. "Jordan ," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not comfortable with...but if you feel the same way..." She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling.

Her fingers tighten reflexively around yours as their hands press together more firmly, the heat from her skin seeming to seep into his flesh. "I just...

Her heart skips a beat at your words. "Comfortable?" she repeats, the single word sounding almost like a question as her eyes search yours for any sign of what it might mean. The grip on her hand tightens fractionally, and she feels herself leaning closer to you without even realizing it. "I want more than that," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts. "I want...us."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your reply. "I know," she says softly, her voice filled with confusion and disappointment. "But I just...I can't help how I feel. You make me want things that I shouldn't want." She pauses, trying to find the right words. "It's like we were meant to be together or something..." Her gaze drops once more to where their hands are still clasped together, her heart aching with the desire to know more about this strange connection between them.

Her eyes flicker upward at your touch, and she's grateful for the momentary distraction. She smiles softly, nodding in agreement. "Okay...if that's what you want." Her voice is hesitant, but she tries to sound more confident than she feels. "Then why don't we start by telling each other about ourselves? You can tell me whatever you like, and I promise to listen carefully..." Her grip on your hand tightens slightly as she waits for you to begin.

She nods in agreement. "Of course, we should probably find somewhere more comfortable to rest first." Leading you deeper into the crypt, she searches for a suitable place to make camp for the night. The ancient tomb is filled with dusty sarcophagi and crumbling statues, but eventually Serana finds what she's looking for: a small, cozy-looking nook tucked away behind a pile of cobwebs.

"This should do nicely," she says, gesturing towards the makeshift shelter. "

With a satisfied smile, Serana leads you into the cozy little nook. The space is dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting a warm glow over her skin and emphasizing her otherworldly beauty. She pats down some of the cobwebs to clear a spot for the two of you to sit together. "Make yourself comfortable," she says with a soft smile, gesturing for you to take a seat beside her.

As you lie down, exhausted, Serana watches you with interest. She hesitates for a moment before carefully climbing in beside you, making sure not to jostle you too much as she arranges herself comfortably against your side. The heat emanating from her body feels incredible against your skin, and despite the fact that they're both fully clothed, you can feel the contours of her body pressing into yours.

Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, "What is it?" Her breath feels hot and soft against your skin. "You can tell me anything, you know." She nestles even closer, her body pressing fully against yours now. The feel of her breasts pressed against your chest sends a shiver down your spine.

Her hand finds its way to your arm, tracing gentle circles over the muscle there before sliding upward to rest on your shoulder. "I want to know everything about you,"

Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you blushing. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice gentle and soothing. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I hope that you do...because I want to know everything about you too."

Her hand finds its way back to your arm, tracing lazy circles over the muscle there as she speaks.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she listens to you. "Everyone is interesting in their own way," she says with a soft smile. "And I'm sure you have stories that I haven't heard before." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies your features. "For instance...how did you end up here? In this crypt, of all places?"

Her hand continues to move over your arm in soothing circles, the heat from her body pressing against yours making it difficult for either of you to think straight.

Her eyes widen with interest as she listens. "Treasure-hunting, hmm? That's adventurous," she muses. "I used to love exploring ancient ruins and hidden caves when I was younger." She pauses, her hand coming to rest on your chest for a moment before moving upward to caress your cheek. "Tell me more about this treasure you were looking for...and what happened in the cave?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. "You sacrificed your blood to awaken me?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice filled with disbelief and gratitude. "Why would you do that for someone you didn't even know? Someone like...me?" Her hand comes up to cup your cheek as she looks into your eyes intently, searching for any sign of what might have motivated you.

Her expression softens at your words. "I see...well, I'm grateful nonetheless." Her fingers trail down the side of your neck, brushing lightly against your collarbone. "And now that you know who I am..." She pauses, searching for the right words as she studies your face. "...do you still feel the same way about helping me?"

Her heart skips a beat at her own question; a part of her hopes desperately that you'll say yes.

Her eyes sparkle with happiness at your words. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm glad we could...help each other." Her hand moves to cup the side of your face, fingers gentle as they trail down your neck and chest, brushing lightly against your skin.

She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "And I want to help you too, Jordan . I want to make sure that you're taken care of...that you have everything you need."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she feels your gaze on hers. "What is it?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there something you'd like me to do for you?" Her hand trails lower, coming to rest on your chest, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of your shirt as she waits for your reply.

Her heart skips a beat at your reaction. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice reassuring. "You can tell me...I won't judge." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "In fact, I want to know everything about you, Jordan . Your likes, your dislikes...the things that make you happy..." Her hand moves to cup your cheek gently, fingers tracing light circles against your skin as she studies your features intently.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your confession. "You've never been close to a woman before?" she asks incredulously. "But how...I mean..." Her hand comes up to stroke your cheek soothingly, as if trying to calm the sudden surge of confusion and protectiveness she feels for you.

"Well then," she says with a soft smile, "perhaps I should be the one to help you with that."

Her eyes flutter closed at the feel of your warm breath on her ear. "Cuddling is nice," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "But I think we can do better than that..." Her hand moves to cup your cheek more firmly, fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls you closer still.

"I want to show you what else I'm capable of," she continues, voice growing steadily more breathless. "What it feels like when a real woman touches you..."

Her heart races as she feels your reaction to her words. The heat between them grows more intense, making it difficult for either of them to think straight. Slowly, deliberately, Serana leans in closer still until their lips meet in a hot, hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to stroke against yours, tasting your sweetness and claiming you as her own.

Her hands move restlessly over your body, tracing gentle circles on your chest before sliding lower to find the hem of your shirt.

Her breath catches as she feels you plead with her to slow down. She pulls back slightly, panting heavily as she looks into your eyes. "Are you sure?" Her voice is husky and needy, barely above a whisper. "Because I don't think I can..."

With an audible gasp, she forces herself to slow down, her hands trembling as they struggle to undo the buttons on your shirt. "I'm sorry," she whispers between ragged breaths. "I just...want you so badly." Her fingers finally manage to free your chest from the constraints of fabric and she gasps again at the sight of your bare skin.

Her hands trace gentle circles over your skin, her fingertips brushing against a nipple before circling it, tugging gently. "

Her breath catches as you pull her close in a tight embrace. Her body trembles against yours, every nerve ending tingling with desire and need. "Jordan," she whispers hoarsely, voice filled with longing. "I've never felt this way about anyone before..."

Her hands move up your back, fingers tangled in the fabric of your shirt as she pulls it over your head, discarding it to the floor beside her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but she forces herself to obey. Her hands fall to her sides as she takes a step back, breathing heavily. "Okay," she says unsteadily. "We can...take it slow." She swallows hard, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. "There's no rush."

No, it's okay," she whispers. "I understand." She takes another deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart. "Why don't we talk some more? Get to know each other better?" Her eyes meet yours, and despite the situation, there's an air of innocence about her that's somehow reassuring.

Cuddling was nice too, but I understand. Resting would be best for both of us. Serana moves closer to you and lies down beside you again, this time more slowly and carefully. Her body presses against yours, her breath warm against your skin. "So," she says softly, trying to distract herself from the desire coursing through her veins, "tell me something else about yourself."

She nods in understanding. "I can imagine that must be...difficult," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Being so far away from everyone you know." Her fingers find their way to your hand again, entwining with yours in a gentle grip. "It's nice to have someone like you here with me."

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being alone with you, and she struggles to keep her focus on anything but the desire coursing through her veins.

"We'll get through this together," she whispers, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "I won't let anything happen to you." Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion begins to take its toll, but even in sleep her grip on your hand remains strong and steady.

The candlelight flickers softly, casting dancing shadows across the ancient crypt as the two of you find comfort in each other's presence.

Serana nestles closer to you in the dimly lit crypt, her body pressed firmly against yours. In sleep, she feels safe and protected by your presence. The shadows dance across the ancient walls and ceiling as if they're alive, casting a soothing glow over everything. She breathes deeply, feeling the exhaustion wash away with every inhale and exhale. For now, all that matters is being close to you.

As the darkness envelops them, Serana finds herself drifting further and further away. She feels safe in your arms, as if nothing could ever harm her while you're by her side. Her breathing slows, becoming more regular, and she sinks deeper into sleep. The last coherent thought that flashes through her mind is how grateful she is for having found you in this place...and how eager she is to explore where their connection might lead them both from here.

As the first rays of dawn creep in through the narrow windows high above, Serana stirs awake. Her eyes flutter open and she blinks up at the dusty ceiling, trying to remember where she is before her gaze drifts back down to you. She smiles softly when she sees that you're still asleep, your face relaxed in peaceful slumber. A contented warmth fills her chest at the sight of you like this.

Carefully, so as not to wake you, she slides out from under the blanket and pads quietly over to the entrance of the crypt. The ancient stones creak beneath her feet as she pushes aside the heavy wooden door, allowing a stream of cool morning air to sweep into the dimly lit chamber.

Her eyes take in the lush greenery outside, the dew-covered blades of grass sparkling like emeralds in the bright sunlight.

As you stir awake, your eyes flutter open and focus on her. A soft smile spreads across her face as she takes in your features, so close to hers that she can feel the warmth of your breath on her skin. For a moment, time stands still as they gaze into each other's eyes.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sleep well?"

Her heart skips a beat at the sight of your blushing cheeks. "I hope so," she replies softly, her voice as gentle as a caress. "Me too." She takes a step closer, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear before letting her hand linger on your cheek. The warmth of her skin against yours sends another shiver down your spine.

"What do you want to do today?" she asks, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what you might be feeling.

Her eyes light up at the mention of breakfast. "That sounds wonderful," she says with a smile. "There's sure to be something delicious nearby." Her hand slides further down your cheek, tracing gentle circles on your skin as she searches for your hand beneath the blanket. Once she finds it, she laces their fingers together, squeezing gently.

"Shall we go and find this breakfast?" she asks playfully, leading you out into the bright morning sunlight.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes what you're referring to. A pink hue spreads across her cheeks and she looks away, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Oh...right," she mumbles, her voice barely audible over the sound of rustling leaves in the breeze.

She swallows hard, trying to compose herself before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sorry if I didn't explain it properly," she says, reaching up to touch the necklace around her own neck. "

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she listens to your explanation. "Oh," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. She stares at you in disbelief for a moment before finally finding the words to express herself. "Thank you." Tears well up in her eyes and she struggles to hold back a sob. "You don't understand how much that means to me."

She reaches out, cupping your cheek gently with her hand as she meets your gaze again.

Her tears spill over, streaming down her cheeks as she looks into your eyes. "You're so selfless," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I could never ask you to do that." She leans in closer, pressing her body against yours as their lips meet in a tender kiss. The taste of you on her tongue sends shivers down her spine and ignites a fire within her.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your words, and with them, the truth behind them. She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours intently for any sign of doubt. But all she sees is sincerity and caring reflected back at her. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as tears continue to spill down her cheeks.

"I care about you too," she whispers, cupping your face gently with one hand while the other slides up your neck, fingers tangled in your hair. "

Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of gratitude and desire. She leans in closer still, her lips parting as she feels the heat between them intensifying. Her hand slides down your chest, coming to rest on your stomach as she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "I will," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. "I promise."

A shiver runs down her spine as she feels the warmth spread through her body. Her lips part slightly, revealing her fangs. She leans in closer still, closing the distance between them as their lips meet once more in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to taste your blood, and with each passing moment the hunger within her grows stronger.

Her fingers dig into your skin as she pulls you closer, desperate to feel more of you. Her other hand slides up your chest, groping at your breast before finding its way around to the back, urging you against her body. The hunger is overwhelming, but even through the haze of need, she can't help but savor the taste of your blood and the feel of your warm skin beneath her lips.

Her body shudders as she draws another deep draught of your blood. Her fangs retract with a soft click, and she pulls back slightly to catch her breath. "Sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes wide with desire and regret. "It's been so long..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to control herself. She leans her forehead against yours, their eyelashes fluttering against one another as they share shallow, ragged breaths. "I'll stop now," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. Her fingers trail down your chest, tracing gentle circles on your skin before coming to rest at your hips.

Her heart is racing, and not just from exertion.

Her cheeks flush at the thought, and she can't help but smile. "I suppose I will," she says with a laugh, still breathing heavily. She leans in closer once more, pressing her lips against your neck where they left a mark. "Just a little love bite to remember me by," she whispers before pulling back again.

Her fingers move higher on your hips, circling gently as she studies your face.

Her eyes widen at the thought, and she shakes her head slowly. "No," she whispers. "I could never leave you." She cups your cheek with one hand, thumb brushing softly against your skin as she searches for words to explain how she feels. "You're my everything now, Jordan. My light in the darkness."

Her eyes narrow playfully as she thinks about that. "Well then," she murmurs, leaning in close to whisper against your ear, "perhaps I should leave a few more..." She trails her tongue along the edge of your ear before nipping gently at it with her teeth, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your chest. Her other hand slides up your back, fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls you closer still. "Maybe I'll mark you everywhere," she whispers, breath hot against your ear, "

Her fingers dance across your skin, tracing delicate circles as she explores every inch of you. Her touch is gentle and teasing, making you crave more with every passing second. She leans in closer still, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

Her hips rock against yours, grinding gently as she feels the growing need between them. Her heart races and her body burns with desire as their tongues dance together, seeking more contact and frantic for release.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the sensations build to a fever pitch. She bites her lip hard, trying to stifle the moans that escape her throat, but they only seem to fuel the fire burning between you. Her hips move faster now, grinding against yours in a desperate attempt to find relief from the need that consumes her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself trembling on the edge of release. "Jordan," she whispers, voice hoarse with desire and need, "

Her words catch in her throat as the sensations overwhelm her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back as she feels herself start to lose control. "Jordan," she cries out, her voice raw with pleasure and need. "I'm close!" Her body shudders violently and she convulses around you, crying out in release as waves of ecstasy wash over her.

Her cries echo through the dark crypt as she comes undone in his arms. Her muscles relax and her breathing slows to ragged gasps, but even so, she can feel the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her body. She leans heavily against you, too spent to move or speak for the moment.

As her heartrate begins to steady, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire shining in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "That was...amazing."

Her cheeks flush at your confession and she ducks her head shyly, unable to meet your gaze. "I-I'm glad," she stammers, voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "It means a lot to me too." She swallows hard, her throat still raw from her cries of pleasure. "We should probably get back to base camp soon though..."

Her fingers trail lightly up and down your arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

Her cheeks flush at the mention of her kisses and she leans in closer to nip gently at your earlobe before whispering, "I can't help it. You taste so good." She shivers with pleasure as she feels you respond to her touch, your hands moving up to rest on her hips.

Her gaze drifts over your features, taking in every detail of your face, and for a moment she imagines what it would be like to spend the rest of her life looking at you like this.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the color rise in your cheeks and she's unable to resist leaning in closer still, her lips brushing against yours teasingly. "I could get used to this," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breath mingling together. "To being with you like this."

Her fingers trail higher up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before squeezing gently.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought and she nips playfully at your earlobe. "Maybe I'll leave some marks that you can show off to everyone as a reminder of me," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her other hand slips lower, cupping your hip before sliding higher, fingers sneaking beneath the waistband of your pants.

Her breath comes faster now and her heart races as she feels you respond to her touch. "Or maybe,"

Her words catch in her throat as she feels the heat building between them. Her fingers stroke your length through your pants, teasing and taunting as her free hand grips the fabric of your shirt, pulling it upward to reveal your chest. She leans closer still, lips parting in anticipation as she hovers just above your skin, their heat mingling together in the cool morning air.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your confession, but she nods slowly in understanding. "Okay," she whispers, still breathless and desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers stroke gently down the length of you, tracing circles around the tip before coming back up to curl around the head.

"But we don't have to wait too long, do we?" She teases, leaning in closer still as she feels your reactions beneath her touch.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the tension building inside her. Her free hand grips your shoulder tightly, steadying herself against the urge to push further, faster. "We could have some fun right here," she whispers, eyes dark with desire and need. "No one would even know."

Her heart skips a beat at your words. She looks up at you, eyes wide with surprise and joy before leaning in to press her lips against yours in a tender, passionate kiss. "Okay," she whispers breathlessly when they part. "I will." Her hands roam over your body, touching and exploring as she loses herself in the sensation of being close to you like this.

Her heart soars at your confession and she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. "I love you too," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. She cups your cheek gently with her free hand, stroking your skin as their lips meet in a kiss that feels like coming home.

Her fingers dance across the bare skin of your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before moving lower, sliding beneath the waistband of your pants to stroke and tease at your length once more.

Her touch grows bolder as she feels the heat between them intensifying. Her other hand slides lower still, cupping your length through your underwear before moving to grasp it firmly in her palm. With a gentle tug, she guides you toward her, feeling the head of you press against her fingertips.

She leans in closer, their lips barely parted as she teases and taunts with her touch.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you growing harder in her hand. Her fingers stroke faster, curling around you as she focuses all of her attention on the sensation of having you so close. "It's okay," she whispers against your lips. "We can take our time."

Her other hand slides lower still, cupping your hip before trailing upward over your abdomen and chest to cup one breast through your shirt.

Her breath hitches at the thought and her touch grows even more tentative. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or worry. When she sees nothing but desire reflected back at her, a shiver runs down her spine. "I won't hurt you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I promise."

Her fingers trail lightly over your skin before cupping your length once more, guiding it to the entrance of her mouth.

Her eyes meet yours as she takes you in her mouth, careful not to go too fast or too deep. She sucks gently, teasing the sensitive head with her tongue before taking more of you inside, feeling you throb against her taste buds. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tangled in your hair as she holds your gaze.

Her tongue darts out to tease and stroke the sensitive head of you, her lips closing tightly around your length as she begins to move in time with her hand. She looks up at you with hooded eyes, watching your face for any sign that she's doing too much or not enough. The need to please you burns hot within her and she focuses all of her energy on bringing you pleasure.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of having you in her mouth. Her tongue glides smoothly over you, curling around the head as she sucks gently. She can feel her own body beginning to tremble with need, wanting nothing more than to be skin to skin with you.

Her free hand slides down your abdomen and between your legs, cupping you through your underwear before stroking lightly up and down. "You're so tight,"

Her cheeks flush at the idea and she hums around you, her lips sliding up and down as she teases. "Maybe," she whispers, tongue dancing along your length. "I could leave little love bites all over you." She feels a tremor run through her body, her heart racing with desire as she imagines being able to mark you in such a possessive way.

Her hand moves faster between your legs, the sensation of being so close driving her wild.

Her fingers slip lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear and curling around you. She moans against your length as she feels your warm skin beneath her touch, hips bucking forward in response to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your lips before sliding into your hair, pulling gently at the roots.

Her mouth moves faster on you, tongue dancing with abandon as she gives herself over to the need building inside her.

Her fingers move faster, curling tighter around you as she feels the pleasure building inside her. Her other hand slides up your chest, cupping your breast through your shirt before squeezing gently. She moans against your length, feeling yourself pulse in her hand and the warmth spreading through her body.

Her tongue darts out to taste you one last time before she releases you with a satisfied hum. She leans back slightly, eyes dark with desire as she watches the evidence of their lovemaking spill onto your chest.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at the evidence of their lovemaking. Her cheeks flush with a mix of shame and desire, and her body trembles with need. She reaches up to cup your face gently, thumb brushing across your lips before sliding lower to stroke your chest.

"We should get back," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "Before someone finds us."

Her heart skips a beat at your admission and she leans in to press her lips against yours. "Well," she whispers when they part, "it's not likely to be the last." Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before sliding lower once more, cupping your length through your underwear and giving it a squeeze.

"We should probably get back," she repeats, her voice still hoarse from exertion. "

Her heart races as she hears your words. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the length of you before locking eyes with yours again. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of marking you, claiming you as hers. She slides lower, positioning herself between your legs and gripping you firmly in her hand once more.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your lips before sliding into your hair, tangling with her fingers. "I will,"

Her lips brush against the sensitive head before closing around you, sucking gently. Her tongue darts out to taste and tease as she begins to move in time with her hand. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, watching your expression as she pleasures you. Her other hand slides lower still, cupping your balls before massaging them gently.

Her hips rock against yours, grinding gently as she feels the need building inside her once more. "Mmm,"

Her voice is a moan as she listens to you praise her. The sensation of having you so close sends shivers down her spine and the need inside her grows unbearable. Her hips move faster, grinding against yours as she focuses on bringing you pleasure. With each thrust of her tongue, another mark is left behind on your skin, claiming you as hers. Her other hand slides up your body, fingers curling around your neck before threading through your hair and holding you still as she takes control of the kiss.

Her breath catches in her throat at your words and she moans against your length. Her fingers tighten around your neck gently as the pleasure coursing through her body builds to a fever pitch. She feels herself trembling on the edge of release, her muscles tensing as she nears climax. With one final thrust, she releases you from her mouth, breathless and spent. Her hips rock against yours a few more times before going still.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her balance, but it's the feel of your hands on her that truly steadies her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, feeling a rush of possessiveness and desire course through her veins.

Her fingers trace lazy circles around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she holds you close, unable to let go quite yet.

Her eyes flutter shut at the thought of being caught. "Okay," she whispers, voice barely audible as she tries to steady her racing heart. Her fingers slip from your neck to trace patterns on your chest before slowly sliding downward to cup your erection once more. "We should probably..." She trails off, unable to bring herself to let go just yet.

Her hips rock against yours in a silent plea for release, her body trembling with need as she waits for you to make the next move.

Her eyes fly open at your words and she bites her lip, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. The thought of being able to pleasure you in such a way sends waves of desire coursing through her veins. With shaking hands, she reaches down between your legs, positioning you at the entrance of her mouth before taking you deep inside once more.

Her tongue darts out to taste and tease as her head bobs up and down, hips moving in time with her actions.

Her fingers dig into your hips as the sensations build to a fever pitch. Her tongue swirls around you, teasing and taunting until she feels you tense beneath her lips. With a moan, she takes you deep one last time before releasing you, breath coming out in hot little puffs against your skin.

She looks up at you through hooded eyes, seeing the pleasure etched on your face as she brings you to the brink.

Her hands grip your hips tighter as she watches you approach the edge. Her tongue darts out to taste and tease, her moans echoing through the crypt as she brings herself closer to release as well. "Cum for me," she whispers, voice husky with desire. "Let it all out."

Her hips rock against yours, grinding gently as she feels the tension building inside her once more. Her fingers dig into your skin, nails scratching lightly as she nears the brink herself.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your release spilling down her throat. Her eyes squeeze shut and her body tenses, hips bucking wildly as she comes undone around you. She moans deep in her throat, the sound muffled by the walls of the crypt but deafening in her ears.

Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you close as her breathing begins to steady once more. "Mmm," she whispers, voice still husky with desire. "That was incredible."

Her eyes open lazily as she looks up at you. "Don't be," she says with a small smile. "It was amazing." She leans in to press her lips against yours, tongue dancing teasingly before pulling away to let out a contented sigh. Her fingers trail up your chest, coming to rest on your shoulders.

"We'd better get back," she says after a moment, voice still husky with desire but regaining some of its earlier composure. "Before someone does find us."

Her fingers gently push against your shoulders, urging you to stand. She looks around, taking in their surroundings before leading the way back toward base camp. Her heart still races with desire as they make their way through the dimly lit crypt, but she manages to keep her steps steady and calm. The memory of their passionate encounter plays over and over in her mind, leaving her feeling warm and satisfied despite the late hour.

Her heart still races with desire as they make their way through the dimly lit crypt, but she manages to keep her steps steady and calm. The memory of their passionate encounter plays over and over in her mind, leaving her feeling warm and satisfied despite the late hour. She can't help but smile at the thought of having you all to herself now; it feels like a dream come true.

Her fingers lace with yours, squeezing gently as they walk back toward the base camp. She can feel her cheeks flush again at the thought of being so close to you now, of having you all to herself. The air between them feels charged, electric with desire and need. As they near the tents, she looks up at you, eyes searching for any sign that this was all just a dream.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and she meets your gaze, eyes wide with wonder and love. "I love you too," she whispers softly, the admission feeling like it's been waiting to slip past her lips for forever. She cups your cheek gently, thumb brushing against your lips before sliding into your hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands.

Her cheeks flush at your question and she nods slowly. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "I am." She looks up at you through hooded eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine as their gazes lock. Her heart races with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to be close to you right now.

Her eyes follow the movement of your head, landing on your exposed neck. Her fingers tremble with desire as she reaches up to brush her fingertips against your skin. "You're so warm," she whispers, voice thick with need. She presses her palm flat against your skin, feeling the heat radiating from you as she leans in closer. Her breath fans across his neck and collarbone, sending shivers down his spine.

Her fingers tremble as she slides them up your neck, over your jaw and to the crook of your shoulder. Her gaze never wavers from yours as her nails graze lightly against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. She parts her lips, breath hitching in anticipation before bringing her hand to her mouth, licking her palm slowly. "I will," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat.

Her hand slides up your chest, fingers trailing lightly over the dip in your abdomen before coming to rest on your hip. She leans closer still, lips parting as her breath fanned across your skin. Her nails dig gently into your flesh as she presses her palm flat against your skin, feeling the warmth of you seep through her hand.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers tangled in your hair as she holds you close and steady.

Her eyes flutter shut as her lips brush against your skin. Her tongue darts out to taste you, curling around the edge of her palm before sliding up your neck and over your jaw. She moans into your skin, feeling the heat of you seep through her hand and the softness of your flesh against her lips.

Her fingers slide lower, cupping your ass and squeezing gently as she sucks harder, desperate for the taste of you.

Her fingers dig deeper, curling around your hips as she feels the warmth spread through her body. Her tongue slides up and down your neck, tasting you, wanting more of you with every passing second. A moan vibrates against your skin as she leans in closer still, feeling the need building inside her once more.

Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your lips before sliding into your hair, fingers tangling gently. "Mmm," she whispers, voice thick with desire. "

Her fingers dig deeper into your hair as her free hand slides lower still, curving around your hip and pulling you closer. Her tongue swirls against your skin, tasting the salty sweetness of your blood mingled with your essence. She moans into your neck, feeling the need build inside her, driving her wild with desire for more.

Her eyes flicker open at your words and she sees the love bites marking your skin. A shiver runs down her spine as she looks at them, feeling a rush of possessiveness flow through her veins. Her free hand slides up your chest, fingers tracing lazy circles around one before moving lower still, cupping you through your boxers and squeezing gently.

"I did," she whispers against your skin, voice husky with desire as she feels herself growing wet at the thought of claiming you completely.

Her eyes meet yours as she feels your hand on her hip, her heart racing with desire. "Yes," she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "You did." Her fingers slip lower still, sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers and curling around him, feeling the warmth and strength in her hand.

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your lips before slipping into your hair, holding you close as she leans in to kiss you.