The horn blast vibrated through Angel’s chest like a second heartbeat. He watched bodies shed fabrics—cottons, silks, leather—like snakes molting skin. Tits bounced free, cocks sprang stiff, asses gleamed naked in moonlight.

Liara darted past, naked and glorious. Her pale skin glowed, her small tits tipped with nipples hard as pebbles. A spray of red hair cascaded down her back. She hugged him, pressing her bare pussy against his jeans, soaking the denim.

“Find me in the woods,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. “Where water whispers and moss gives way.”

She bit his neck hard enough to sting deep. Then she was gone, sprinting into the trees, dress abandoned. Angel tore at his shirt, kicked off his jeans, let his hard dick spring out sleek and dark. He chased her scent, his feet slapping the earth.

The forest was alive. Grunts, squeals, slaps of skin on skin rose from every shadow. A pale ass bobbed as a redhead took it from behind, her pussy glistening. Nearby, three bodies moved in a rhythm of spit and sweat. A man lying on his back, mouth open, took a cock while a woman rode his face, her cream smearing his chin.

Angel’s primal mind locked on Liara. He tracked by droplets of her arousal—still warm on a fern leaf—and finally found her. She waited by the brook, legs apart, fingers working her wet slit. Her stormy eyes pinned him.

“About time.”

He was on her before the words dried. No talk. Just mouths cl