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."

her eyes again.

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

higher these days the stronger she grew. Luckily, her husband was more

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

hand and the green-veined hand shot up

hand here, but I'm pretty sure if I analyze it, I can deduce whether it's truly meant to be a Nomad palm,

should be more sensitive about these things. So long as Leonel directed her, it

her little palms, she ran

and Aina burst into

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

some sentience of her own, so

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

of what it was,

does this mean?" Aina

I know their 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 rewards they got from

understand exactly what they want to do. We can, mostly, ignore the Cloud Race and focus our attention on the Nomads. In fact,

what do you want

the Pavilion Head of