Roy had neither the energy nor the interest to answer the question.
She leaned into Rocky's embrace, her eyes blurred with tears from the successive waves of pleasure, her voice altered in tone.
"Kiss me..."
Roy pleaded, tilting her face upward, "Kiss me, brother."
After a brief silence, cold lips descended, silencing her panting and moans. Unbeknownst to her, the black substance, feeding on bodily fluids, extended its tentacles, wrapping around Rocky's waist and hips, consuming the remaining traces of passion on the skin's surface.
An eerie chill spread, as if a slug had crawled across the body.
Rocky closed his eyes.
They embraced and kissed like lovers drowning in a sea of love. The black substance, carrying the devil's aura, crawled around the waist, lending a nightmarish tone to the scene.
