The Magic of Desire in selenacastle

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, selenacastle paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “selenacastle.” The friction builds deliciously in selenacastle, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “selenacastle” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in selenacastle, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “selenacastle” like a prayer.