After a few weeks of relishing in the bodies of those under Diana's domain, Ash could be seen in the massive bed he manifested. All around him were women sleeping and cuddling on him, it were so many that he had to make countless other beds.
And sitting directly on him curling like a little kitten was Diana.
The air hung heavy with the musk of spent passion and the soft sighs of exhaustion, bodies tangled in a sea of silk sheets that shimmered like moonlight on still water, each woman pressed close as if drawing from his warmth to sustain their dreams of endless indulgence.
Ash's gaze lingered on the sprawl of limbs and curves around him, the faint glow of sweat on their skin catching the twilight light that filtered through the pavilion's veils, a testament to the weeks of unbridled desire that had left them all sated and spent.
His eyes then shifted to Diana...
She was sleeping like some tamed beauty.
