The arena lights dimmed as brawn rippled a final time
then a dark figure emerged from the shadows. His body craved release as he met the gaze of the shadowy entity
. The air crackled with unspoken tension. Beowulf's raw power was intoxicating. He knew what he wanted.
. An inviting gesture was all it took
. His desires ran wild
. Pleasure pulsed as the intensity grew
. A monstrous craving took hold
. The night unfolded with raw ecstasy
. Every touch ignited a fire
. A climax approached
. A satisfied sigh filled the air
. A shared secret
.
