Chapter 65: Where Is My Army?
Akalaisi’s body trembled slightly. She had never experienced such an exquisite sensation before. Romon’s hands, so different from her own, caressed her skin, bringing forth feelings she’d never imagined.
Romon’s fingers sank deeply into her snow-white bosom, his palm gently rubbing the tips of her peaks.
"My lord, my lord..." Akalaisi couldn’t help but murmur, her voice trembling in her throat. She tried her best to stifle any sound—after all, there were others outside.
But the waves of pleasure kept coming, one after another, crashing into her heart like surging tides. She could feel the doors of her self-restraint about to burst open. Once they did, she knew she would be completely lost, no longer caring about anything else.
Akalaisi tilted her head back, biting her red lips softly as springtide ripples danced in her emerald eyes.
High elves were born beautiful, their skin smooth and flawless. As the Elven Queen, Akalaisi was the most exquisite among them. In this moment, with her allure on full display, no man could possibly resist her.
Naturally, Romon didn’t intend to resist. If things weren’t going well in one area of his life, he would make sure to reward himself in another. Though he had long endured poor living conditions, he would not deny himself the pleasures of the flesh.
He didn’t let go. Instead, he reclined onto the bed, pulling Akalaisi onto his body as if she weighed nothing, his hands gripping her as if she were a bowling ball.
It was only then, lying atop Romon, that Akalaisi truly felt what she had been yearning for. She reached down, gently parting Romon’s nightshirt. The moment she saw what lay beneath, her cheeks flushed hotly.
"So this is what keeps that princess coming back night after night?" she couldn’t help but wonder to herself.
While she was still caught in her daze, Romon quickly adjusted his position and entered her, forceful and domineering.