Dimensional Descent

Leonel pinned Aina beneath him, wrapping an arm around her waist and intertwining his free hand in one of hers.

It had been a long while since the two had sex on an actual bed, even though this one was only barely large enough for their heights.

Leonel was just over 6'9" and Aina was easily over 6'2". It could be said that the beds meant for the Dwarven Race were very much not designed for them.

Even so, they made do, forgetting the world and having a sweet sort of moment together that strayed from their usual wild antics.

By the time either one actually came up for breath, they were flushed. Aina's skin seemed painted in red, looking so thin and delicate that even her beating heart could be seen between her large breasts.

Leonel flipped her on top of him and wrapped around her waist tighter, his hands sinking into her soft skin. Their hearts beat as one and their movements were slow and deliberate, almost as though they weren't chasing any sort of climax, but rather wanted to enjoy every stroke and every moment.

They wasted the day away, not minding anything else until they fell into one another's embrace.

"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" Aina asked, pinching Leonel's waist. This guy took advantage of her. Had she still been in the Eighth Dimension, there was no way she would have made that mistake earlier.

"Who asked you to take a shower? Clearly, you were seducing me," Leonel said righteously.

Aina rolled her eyes. "I'm so sorry, mighty king. Next time I want to groom myself I'll ask for your permission first."

Leonel's hand reached down as squeezed a cheek, feeling endlessly satisfied.

"As long as you know the error of your ways."

rolled her eyes

half right. Why would she shower here when she had the best water

higher and higher these days the stronger she grew. Luckily, her husband was more than equipped to keep

almost certain that I know the parameters of their alliance now, and that makes things

free hand and the green-veined hand

I can deduce whether it's truly meant to be a Nomad palm, or something else. In fact, Anastasia, what do

more sensitive about these things. So long as Leonel directed her, it shouldn't be too difficult to

before shrieking. Covering her eyes with her little palms, she ran away

Aina burst into

bit of decorum. She didn't spend her time spying on everyone. As a World Spirit, her concept of time was different from most everyone else, so as long as Leonel interacted with her from time to time,

solitude. It was just that Anastasia had awakened some sentience of her own, so she wasn't exactly like a normal World Spirit should be. If not,

Leonel looked at the palm. Surprisingly, he still wasn't

regardless of what it was, he

this

weakness, and they only think they know mine. A while ago, I overheard a conversation between some Dwarven Races about how outsiders are interested in the

mostly, ignore the Cloud Race and focus our attention on the Nomads. In fact, we can even maybe use the Cloud Race

what do you want

first... I think it's about time the Pavilion Head of the Dwarven Race's Dream Pavilion changes," Leonel said with