Seraphina spreads wide atop silken sheets, Atlas plunging his throbbing shaft into her slick heat with alliance-forging rolls, her nails raking his back as hips grind in sync. She flips to ride him cowgirl-style, walls clenching tight around urgent bucks that peak in thick ropes flooding her core amid gasping vows. They collapse entwined, alliance sealed in sweat-slick bliss and lingering pulses. Seven Realms
