Over the peaks of the mountains surrounding the small island where an orgy was going to take place, the sun had already sunk into the horizon, painting it crimson.
Normally, in a land like this, a land without modern gadgets and features like street lights and such, this is the time when people start reaching for their woolen coats, or retiring into their homes to sit around the fires and share some tales.
Not to mention, this was a realm where the darkness attracted night horrors, abominations which could snatch anyone stupid enough to remain outside, in the open.
But not our Byron, nor our Dryads, nor our Lucille. In fact, their bodies were hotter than ever, their moans of pleasure a reminder that they weren't planning on doing anything else except fuck and fuck.
"Oh fuck yes," grunted Byron in pleasure, his hand holding onto Lucille's hair. "You're so good at this."
