Sacred Sins; A Dark Tale
They woke in the dim confines of the dungeon around midnight, the air still heavy with the scent of leather, sweat, and lingering arousal from their earlier session. Zeke stirred first, his muscular frame unfolding from the padded bench where he'd cradled Eli, his arm numb from the weight of Eli's body pressed against him. Damien was slumped in a corner chair, his head lolled back, and Delilah was curled up on a nearby mat, her breathing steady but shallow. The room's faint red lights cast eerie shadows, making the array of toys and restraints on the walls look like silent sentinels.