The corridors of the empire resonated with a soft, timeless hum, a whisper of moments past, present, and future. Yet, in the tranquil silence before Selphira's chamber, time seemed to pause, awaiting our reunion.
Approaching Selphira's Chamber
The door was embellished with intricate silver filigree, patterns that shifted and danced like living memories. The air was filled with the scent of lavender and aged parchment, guiding me closer.
I paused for a moment, feeling the weight of our shared history and the endless possibilities that lay ahead. Then, with a deep breath, I stepped inside.
Seeing Selphira
She stood in the heart of the room, surrounded by glowing clocks, hourglasses, and swirling sands suspended in the air. Her pale hair cascaded like a waterfall of moonlight, and her eyes, deep and endless, held mine with a gaze that was both soothing and intense.
"Ren," she whispered, her voice echoing softly.
I moved towards her, taking her hand in mine. "Selphira."
The Gift of Time
Our fingers intertwined, and she smiled softly. "Time waits for no one, but tonight, it waits for us."
I nodded, understanding the fleeting nature of our moments together. In the countless hours we had been apart, time had been both our ally and our enemy.
She moved closer, her touch light as a feather, tracing patterns on my skin like the hands of a clock. "Tonight, we steal moments from eternity."
A Dance Beyond Seconds
We lay on a bed woven from threads of silver and starlight, the room bathed in a soft, ethereal glow.
Our bodies came together slowly, deliberately—each touch a conversation, each kiss a promise across the endless river of time.
Selphira's hands moved with the grace of ages, awakening parts of me I had long forgotten. With her, time stretched into infinity; the past and future blurred into a single, seamless now.
She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear, "Take me, Ren. Fill me completely. Make me yours in every way."
I thrust into her, my cock hard and ready, the sound of our union filling the air. Her pussy was a vision, designed to drive me wild. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a mix of sweet nectar and ancient parchment. The taste of her skin, cool and sweet, pushed me to the edge. Her breasts, soft and cool, pressed against my chest, their firmness a testament to her divine nature.
She moaned, her voice a melody of pleasure, "Deeper, Ren. Fill me completely. Make me feel every inch of you."
I obeyed, my movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the chamber, a primal rhythm that spoke of our union.
She cried out, her voice a symphony of ecstasy, "Yes, Ren! Fill me! Make me yours!"
I felt the pressure building, the heat of her touch mingling with the fire of my desire. With a final, powerful thrust, I released, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a release of all the pent-up longing and love.
But she was not satisfied. She wanted more.
"Again, Ren," she commanded, her voice breathless but insistent. "Make me scream again."
We continued, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, the sounds of our passion filling the air. The squelching of her wet pussy, the slapping of our skin, the moans and screams of our pleasure—it was a symphony of desire.
The Quiet Intensity
She whispered against my skin, "In this space, we are timeless."
Our connection deepened, a silent symphony played on the strings of eternity. Time slowed, then quickened, folding around us in waves of pleasure and tenderness.
I surrendered to the flow, losing myself in her embrace—the goddess who could hold centuries in a single breath.
The Dawn of Stillness
When our union reached its peak, it was not just physical, but spiritual—a melding of two souls entwined beyond the grasp of time.
Exhausted and fulfilled, we lay tangled beneath the softly glowing spheres that marked the passing hours.
Selphira rested her head on my chest, her voice a soothing murmur, "Every moment with you is a treasure, Ren."
I smiled, feeling the weight of her words settle warmly in my heart.
She looked down at my cock, still glistening with her juices. "Let me take care of you," she said, her voice a soft purr.
She took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft, cleaning every last drop of our union. The sounds she made were soft, almost reverent, a testament to her love and devotion. She sucked me dry, swallowing every last drop of my semen, her eyes never leaving mine. The sensation was intense, a final release that left me utterly spent.