Over from my end

Apollyon's touch had awakened something deep within her, a craving that only he could satisfy.

Lilith's eyes locked onto his, her desire mirrored in his smoldering gaze. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss.

"I need you," she whispered against his mouth, her voice a desperate plea.

Apollyon responded with a low growl, his primal need matching hers. He pushed her onto the recliner, their movements urgent and unrestrained.

Without hesitation, he entered her in one smooth, powerful movement. The sensation drew a gasp from both of them, their bodies perfectly attuned.

"Fuck, you are so..." Apollyon started, his voice thick with desire, but Lilith silenced him with another searing kiss. Her hands locked around his neck as she clung to him, their bodies moving in a synchronized rhythm.

She arched her back, enhancing the connection between them as his hands roamed over her body, teasing and tantalizing her sensitive spots.

The pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak, electricity sparking through her mind and body. Her muscles tensed and then convulsed as she reached her climax, her moans mingling with his groans.

Apollyon followed soon after, his own release hitting him with intense force.

Breathing heavily, Apollyon collapsed on top of her, both of them spent and satisfied. Their bodies remained entangled, the aftershocks of their passion still rippling through them as they lay together, basking in the aftermath of their intense connection.

"I love you, Lilith," Apollyon said, planting a small kiss on the top of her forehead.

He then carried her up in his arms, ready to clean her in the bathhouse.

~~~~

The next morning, Jereth found Apollyon in the garden, attentively plucking flowers and arranging them with a focused, almost meditative precision.

“Brother, I understand you’ve begun your married life, but that doesn’t mean you can forget everything happening around us,” Jereth said, his tone tinged with concern and frustration.

Apollyon looked up, his expression a mix of calm and irritation. “Can’t I even take a small break to be with my wife?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness.

Jereth’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You can take a break, but not like this. Not while the sorcerers are still out there causing trouble. Our responsibilities don’t disappear because of personal matters.”

Apollyon remained silent for a moment, his gaze drifting back to the flowers. He seemed lost in thought, perhaps weighing his brother’s words against his own desires. Finally, he turned to head back to the palace, his steps deliberate and heavy with contemplation.

As he walked away, Jereth moved swiftly to intercept him, stepping into his path and blocking his way. The tension between them was palpable, and Jereth’s stance was firm, indicating that the conversation was far from over.

"But it's over from my end, Jereth. I know what I've been doing," Apollyon said and disappeared from his sight using his magic.

Jereth rolled his eyes and clenched his fists hard. "How can become so careless? He doesn't care if sorcerers attack us or not," he muttered with a frustrated glance.