When Lancet noticed them, his own eyes splayed wide with surprise. But it only fueled him to fuck her even harder. The sounds of his thrusting filled the beautiful room.
SPLAT! SPLAT!! SPLAT!!!
And Espel was feeling every second of it. Her mouth was wide open and bright, radiant light spilled from her irises, flooding the room with an ethereal luminescence. The temperature rose in a thrilling manner and the air began to hum.
From her back, a butterfly appeared, flapping its pink wings around them. Lancet watched it with a surprised expression. But his surprise grew even more when a moth appeared as well.
They lifted from behind her, somewhere behind her that Lancet couldn't freaking see, their wings catching the light, crowding the bed above them.
Then they began to circle. More followed until the room was filled with them. Butterflies in shades of pink and gold and bright purple. Moths in obsidian and violet, their wings dusted with motes of light and shadow.
