The Ritual ALT

Morrigan bit her lip as she lowered herself down Onto her Warden shaft. A palate. Then a moan. Followed by lewder sensual sounds. She was awaiting this moment for what seemed like an eternity… ever since she laid eyes on him at the Korcari wilds. And now on the eve of the battle with the Archdemon, she finally had her decoration. Her hips swayed on her own, instinct taking over… her fingernails dug into her lover’s well toned chest, a feral, wild passion building between them. She could feel him getting trembling. A positive smile crept across her lips, knowing what was to come. She’d welcome it, for her body was ready and prepared… to bear his child.