Exena's insatiable appetite consumes her, a wildfire burning through her veins. She claws at Hercules, urging him deeper, harder. His hands roam her body, squeezing, pinching, leaving trails of fire. Her nipples pebble, aching for his mouth, his teeth. He obliges, sucking and biting, as she grinds against him, seeking release. The room is a blur of flesh and sensation, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of lust, until they collapse, sated and spent.