Chapter 35: Ch35) The What?
Meanwhile,
Unknown to the looming danger creeping closer to the Dark Elf forest... The bed chamber remained focus on their own world.
The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and lust, the atmosphere charged with a primal energy that seemed to pulse in time with the thunder roaring outside.
Rain lashed against the protective barrier, its rhythmic patter a counterpoint to the symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room.
Even if someone was close they couldn't fully hear the moans from outside.
The storm outside was fierce, but inside, a different kind of tempest raged... a fucking storm, like literally, as raw and untamed as the elements themselves.
Alan was at the heart of it, his body a furnace of heat and need, entwined with the three women who surrounded him.
The Ice Witch, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, rode him with a commanding grace, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that drove them both to the edge.
Her icy eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, her lips parted as she gasped, "Yes... Alan... deeper..."
Her voice was a sultry command, each word punctuated by the clapping of their bodies.
Alan's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he matched her pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.