[ME] Masquerade

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Frey was all around them. In their tentative and demanding touches, in the scent of sex and need, in the comfort and relaxation of their muscles as their bodies intertwined and beveled and bucked against each other. No one would notice, but the lights dimmed further and yet the room grew no darker. Instead the light of passion was all that was needed, the heat in their eyes more than lighting the way. Call it a house-warming gift for those who had followed Bastien into the back room, but both men and women alike would experience orgasms that were both plentiful and expansive. The limits of their mortal needs to recharge would melt away, and their earthly delights in one another would last long into the twilit hours. Sun up would find everyone luxuriously relaxed, their bodies having never felt more satisfied.