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Elysium glowed in the warm light of the setting sun, and Flavius ​​stood amidst the endless golden fields as if the light itself had chosen him. Every stalk of wheat shimmered, swaying gently in the breeze, responding to the presence of the lion, whose eyes burned brighter than the sky.

His golden eyes carried more than sunlight—they held desire, which slowly rose and spread like heat beneath his skin.

The wind brushed his shoulders and lifted strands of his mane, but nothing in this warm landscape could rival the intensity rising within him. Flavius ​​stood half in the light, half in the shadows, and each breath felt heavier, warmer, deeper—fueled by a longing he could no longer conceal.

Flavius ​​felt lust coursing through his penis, and wanted to experience it before darkness fell...

His hand slid slowly and deliberately over his chest, as if testing how far the heat penetrated beneath his fur. His fingers paused for a moment, then continued their downward journey, guided by the ever-increasing throbbing within him.

[q]The last light...[/q] he murmured in a deep, warm voice,

[q]...makes everything stronger. Even this.[/q]

He raised his gaze—open, fearless, inviting.

His gaze met like a ray of twilight, intense and irresistible.

Flavius ​​stepped forward softly, the warmth of his body approaching with quiet determination. The air between them pulsed with rising heat, so thick it could be felt with every breath.

[q]Come here,[/q] he whispered,

and in that single word lay the full power of twilight.

Lust resided in the fading light. Desire hung in the air around him.

And it burned within Flavius, bright and undeniable.