Purring, she stroked her hands down his chest, the waves of muscle on his stomach and soon groping around the girth of his erection. She coo, breathing out onto his head as she leaned down. Her tongue slipped out, tagging underneath him and moving up along his length, moaning softly as she tasted his skin.
Eve grunted as the horn sounded and sat up, pausing before she ran a hand through her hair. She looked over at Kyle and licked her lips, reaching around for a canteen of water. She picked it up and opened it, pouring some water down her dried mouth and throat.
The Oracle searched the rest of the temple, finding no one around her. Dismayed by her misfortune, she had retreated to the highest room in the temple and meditated, hoping against logic that no one would find the temple. The fog on the lake, the lake that surrounded the temple, began to thicken, making it harder for anyone to find.