The green aura pulsed like a broken heartbeat—spasming across the ruined floor, the collapsed walls, and over their slick, tangled bodies.
It flickered wildly, bathing everything in a sickly emerald that made their sweat shine like oil.
The dome above groaned and breathed, thick with heat, ash, and sex.
Every breath was humid. Heavy. Saturated with the scent of her amidst the burning place.
Seleyena.
Feral. Untethered. Destroyed inside and trying to fuck the pain away.
Her thighs straddled his waist, shaking violently, the skin smeared with soot and streaked in dried cum—his and hers, both.
Her inner thighs still glistened, slick and glossy, coated in the mess he'd left inside her earlier.
His seed dripped slowly from both her holes, leaving lazy white trails down the back of her ass and along the curve of her slit.
It clung to her skin, sticky and gluing her folds together in places.
