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

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

getting higher and higher these days the stronger

a foolish mistake. I'm almost certain that I know the parameters of their alliance now, and that makes things

waved a free hand and the green-veined hand shot

it's truly meant to

long as Leonel

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

Aina

very least, she understood this little 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

mostly spent in long bouts of solitude. It was just that Anastasia had awakened some sentience of her own, so she wasn't exactly like a

Leonel looked at the palm. Surprisingly, he

of what it

this

between some Dwarven Races about how

through the noise and understand exactly what they want to do. We can, mostly, ignore the Cloud Race and focus our attention on the Nomads. In fact, we can even maybe use the Cloud Race not

you want to

Pavilion Head of the Dwarven Race's Dream Pavilion changes," Leonel