Raegar and Alice continued to make love until the blonde couldn't handle it anymore and exploded. She started squirting all over his waist like a burst water main as she let out a primal scream. ''AHHHHHHHHHHH!''
He wasn't done, though, and pulled out only to see her love juices staining the sheets below, making him grin. ''Looks like someone is enjoying themselves despite it not being over yet.''
When Alice heard that, her jade-green eyes snapped wide, pupils dilating with a raw, animalistic lust that burned like a wildfire. Her lips twitched, a hungry smirk curling as she gave a sharp, eager nod, her body already thrumming with need. The air around her crackled with the scent of sweat and desire, her skin prickling under the weight of his stare.
Raegar flipped her onto her side like she was his to command. The bed groaned under their shifting weight as he slid in behind, his hard frame pressing tight against her curves. His breath was hot against her neck, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he aligned himself, the blunt head of his member nudging her slick entrance.
With a slow thrust, he pushed forward, stretching her tight passage, making the gorgeous blonde gasp, nails clawing into the sheets. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and sting, her body clenching around him as he pushed forward inch by inch. Alice's pulse hammered, a low moan tearing from her throat as he claimed her again. ''Mmmhhhmmm~~.''
Raegar's hips surged forward, each thrust a brutal assault on her quivering body, his thick member striking every aching spot deep inside her. Her walls clenched around him. She was getting even more sensitive, as he pounded into her with a rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain ripping through her core.
Alice's breath hitched, her body arching as he hammered her most vulnerable places, her nerves alight with a fire that threatened to consume her. Moans erupted from her lips. ''Mmmhhh~~ Ughhh~~ Arghh~~.''
The young woman's hands scrambled desperately, fingers clawing at the air for something, anything, to anchor her against the onslaught of sensation. Unable to reach Raegar's sweat-covered shoulders, she snatched a pillow in a frenzy, her knuckles whitening as she gripped it.
Her scream tore through the room, a raw, guttural sound. ''AHHHHHHHHHHHH!''
Raegar smiled as she buried her face into the fabric, her voice cracking. It was primal, a release of the ecstasy and torment colliding within her. He could feel every shudder that wracked her frame, her body trembling beneath him like a live wire, overwhelmed by the tsunami of pleasure crashing through her.
Her tight passage pulsed around his cock, slick and spasming as he drove into her, each thrust slamming against her sensitive womb. The feelings pushed her over the edge again, her climax ripping through her like a storm, her juices coating him as her body convulsed in a second, shattering orgasm.
Alice's muffled cries vibrated into the pillow, her hips bucking wildly against him, lost in the raw, animalistic heat of the sex. Soon enough, Reagar couldn't hold on anymore and slammed forward before shooting his warm seed directly into her womb, making the blonde beauty scream out one last time. ''AHHHHHHHHHH RAEGAR!''
Moments later, he pulled out and was breathing heavily as he collapsed next to Alice, who was in a world of her own. Pleasure sent her to heaven, and now she would sleep until they reached the palace. While he caught his breath, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders.
''That was hot, handsome,'' Selene whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. ''I never thought I'd get turned on watching the man I love ravage one of my best friends.''
Raegar turned to see the Demonesses' glowing yellow eyes watching him with a fascinated gleam in them. This made him chuckle before turning around and giving her a passionate kiss that pleased the young woman. The two of them continued for a few minutes, but she dragged him on top of her.
He felt her wet pussy rub against him, turning him on even more, and the duo ended up making love until Zahara burst through the door. ''Rae, the maid said we're close to the palace and need to prepare for landing.''
When hearing that, Raegar jumped up as the sleeping Selene and Alice groggily woke up. The Demoness moaned. ''What are you doing, Za! It's early in the morning.''
''No, it's not!'' the blonde Half-Elf exclaimed. ''It's nearly nighttime and the empress is waiting for us to land.''
''I'm coming!'' Alice spoke loudly. ''My legs are wobbly though.''
Zahara rolled her eyes and cast healing Aether over the two women before looking at Raegar with narrowed grey eyes. ''Next time, don't have sex when we're due to meet the new member of your harem.''
Raegar looked offended, but soon laughed. ''I'm sorry, Za, I just got carried away with these two and lost track of time.''
After Zahara's stern words, the trio scrambled toward the bathroom, their bare feet slapping against the cool, polished floor of the Carrier's interior. The air was thick with the musky scent of their exertion, and their skin glistened with sweat as they hurried to wash away the evidence of their tangled passion.
The hum of the engines vibrated faintly beneath them, a steady pulse that grew more pronounced as the vessel banked sharply, its trajectory shifting toward the fabled palace of Dawnfire. Raegar's heart still raced, not just from the intensity of moments before but from the anticipation of what lay ahead.
He paused near the bathroom's threshold, drawn to the narrow, one-sided window that offered a glimpse of the world outside. Through the reinforced glass, the gleaming silhouette of Dawnfire's palace came into view, its spires piercing the twilight sky like blades of molten gold. As a child, Raegar had listened, wide-eyed, to tales of the palace's grandeur—stories woven with threads of myth and majesty, whispered by firelight.
But now, seeing it in person, those tales paled against the reality. The sight stole his breath, a visceral awe that rooted him to the spot, his chest tight with a mix of wonder and unease.
The palace sprawled across the horizon, an architectural marvel that seemed to defy the laws of the world.
Its towering walls, rising a formidable thirty meters high, encircled the entire complex in an unbroken ring of pale, luminescent stone. The structure was both imposing and pragmatic, a fortress designed to awe as much as to defend. The stone gleamed under the fading light, reflecting hues of amber and violet, as if the walls themselves were imbued with the magic of the realm.
Raegar's gaze traced the sharp, clean lines of the ramparts, their surfaces smooth yet unyielding, a testament to the kingdom's unassailable power.
His eyes, enhanced by the faint hum of Aether coursing through his veins, sharpened his vision to an almost supernatural clarity. From this distance, he could just make out the tiny, ant-like figures of the Imperial Guard patrolling the wall's crest. Their armor glinted faintly, catching the last rays of the sun, and their movements were precise, disciplined, each step a silent promise of vigilance.
The sight sent a chill down Raegar's spine, his earlier lust giving way to a sobering realization of the stakes at hand. The palace was no mere monument; it was a stronghold, a symbol of authority that loomed over the land like a watchful titan.
His fingers grazed the cool metal frame of the window, his breath fogging the glass as he leaned closer, captivated. The Carrier's low rumble vibrated through his bones, a reminder of their inexorable approach. The palace's beauty was undeniable, but beneath its splendor lay a quiet menace, a warning that those who entered its gates did so at their own peril.
Raegar's pulse quickened, his mind racing with the weight of everything that had happened and the stories of his youth, tales of heroes and betrayals, of glory and ruin, all tied to the very walls that now loomed before him. He was no longer a boy dreaming of legends; he was here, standing as one.
He tore his gaze from the window, the image of Dawnfire's towering palace seared into his mind like a brand. The aircraft's steady hum urged him onward, and he stepped into the cramped bathroom where the others were already splashing water, their laughter and low murmurs a stark contrast to the weight settling in his chest.
The air was humid, thick with steam and the faint tang of soap, mingling with the lingering musk of their earlier activities. The flickering light above cast jagged shadows across the tiled walls, giving the small space an almost dreamlike haze. He stripped off his sweat-dampened clothes, the fabric clinging stubbornly to his skin before falling in a heap on the floor.
The cool air prickled his bare flesh, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability as he stood naked, muscles taut. Raegar stepped toward the shallow basin, its surface already swirling with suds from the others' hurried washing.