The cave's interior was a world of its own, lit by the faint pulse of a blue crystal embedded deep within the walls. Shadows danced like ghosts, curling across the stone floor as wind sighed gently through the narrow opening behind them. The scent of damp moss mixed with the heady aroma of adrenaline and lust.
Lucy stepped inside first, her hips swaying with every movement. Her golden hair, tousled from battle, spilled down her back like a silken cascade. She turned to face Travis, eyes gleaming with a sultry fire.
With a wicked grin, she began to undress.
One by one, she undid the buckles of her leather armor. The sound was subtle but suggestive—each clasp falling away like a barrier being broken. She let her top slide off, baring her firm breasts, nipples already hard from the chill and excitement. Her trousers followed, revealing long, supple legs and the small wet triangle of thin, sheer fabric clinging to her core.
