Dyon lay in his large bed with his eyes closed, a smile content on his face. How could he not be happy? Ri lay on his chest panting, while Clara and Madeleine offered a handful of plump softness for each one of his hands. Even one of these beauties would allow a man to die with a life fulfilled, and yet he was lucky enough to have three of them.
Truth be told, Clara would have never been so eager to join into this imperial orgy so quickly, but Dyon in true perverted fashion, had brought Ri and Madeleine into the room while she was sleeping. Before she even realized it, his hands were running all over her and her mind had gone blank with the endless waves of pleasure.
"Hmph." Clara harrumphed, trying to roll away. But, the ache between her thighs caused a half moan, half pained cry escape her lips.
Madeleine giggled. "You need to be more caring of Little Sister Clara's body. She's talented, but she hasn't cultivated for long yet. You'll hurt her!"
