She watched as Xarthar's well-defined muscles were revealed by his pulled-off shirt; it was cold atop this mountain, but with the scar across his face and his red eyes and his attitude made it so hot up here. She simply could not resist stripping down until only their magical amulets remained. Their amulets clanked together as he entered her gentle wetness. Lightning and thunder sounded. The earth quaked. A volcano erupted...
"Oh shit, Xarth, that isn't purple prose. A volcano is really erupting!"
"You're right, babe," Xarthar pulled out a flip phone. "I'll cause an eruption tomorrow too, if I don't have fifty million big ones by tonight!"
"Xarth?"
"My magic power, assigned to me at the Choosing, is causing natural disasters by fucking."
She wanted to be angry. But those muscles...they were so hecking defined and smooth. She sighed and carried on.
