As the night progressed, the halls of the palace echoed with the sounds of pleasure. From behind closed doors, moans and sighs escaped as the wizards indulged in their lewd desires. The air was heavy with the scent of lust and the flickering of candlelight cast shadows on the walls.
The moaning grew louder and more frequent, punctuated by the occasional squeak of bedsprings and the slapping of skin on skin. In one room, a wizard could be heard gasping and grunting as he reached his peak, while in another room, a female voice cried out in ecstasy.
Despite the noise and debauchery, the wizards showed no signs of slowing down. They were lost in their own pleasures, their minds consumed by lust and desire.
As the night wore on, the moaning and groaning became more frenzied, and the wizards seemed to be pushing each other to new heights of pleasure. It was as if they were in a competition to see who could experience the most intense orgasm.
