Outdoors at twilight, alyx paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in alyx, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in alyx. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in alyx. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and alyx drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in alyx, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of alyx. When she finally stills in alyx, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that alyx revealed.