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."

giggled and rolled her eyes

was at least half right. Why would she shower here when she had the best water in the world available to

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

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

hand and the green-veined

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

should be more sensitive about these things. So long as Leonel

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

Aina burst

on everyone. As a World Spirit, her concept of time was different from most everyone else, so as long as

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

palm. Surprisingly, he

regardless of what it was, he still

does this

while ago, I overheard a conversation between some Dwarven Races about how outsiders are interested in the rewards

Cloud Race and focus our attention

what do you

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