Round 5

As they surrendered to their desires, Jeane's fingers danced along Silra's arm, her touch sending shivers down the elf's spine. The soft curves of Silra's neck drew Jeane's gaze, now a focal point of their secluded haven. Jeane's lips brushed against Silra's skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Silra's fingers traced the delicate yet powerful lines of Jeane's wing, marveling at its strength and gentleness. Her voice was barely audible, yet steady with anticipation, as she whispered, "I've thought about this," her breath caressing Jeane's ear.