A few hours earlier…
Raith was doused in between the seemingly feeble arms of two young ladies, alluring beauty of distinct kinds.
He cried and cried for salvation but nothing was going to hear his plead tonight.
As seconds passed, slick fingers ran across his body, unbuttoning his shirt and gently caressing his skin.
At this point he couldn't tell which was which anymore. To make matters more annoying the young man between his legs was responding instinctively.
"Araa? Master, you are in the mood?" Theta whined.
"I'm not in any mood! I swear I don't even know what is happening anymore!"
Raith had fought tough battles, he had battled orcs, asuras, wyverns, golems, even archons.
His power taking different forms and path through it all.
Name it! Raith had been through it!
Yet this was a much great predicament than any situation he had ever been.
