Prince Cargan
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He woke up to Emelda beside him. The smell of lovemaking stung the air hard.
That energetic woman, she had him all through the night and seemed to not get enough still.
Of all his wives, there were some certain ones amongst them whom he had known whenever it was their slot to have him, they would drain him until his soul was tired.
Emelda was a part of that group. He feared her agility in lovemaking and how professional she was about it.
The likes of Fiana could only initiate lovemaking but they got tired just after two or three rounds.
It was such kind of group he liked not the group Emelda belonged to amongst his wives.
Not that he had no energy to handle them. That wasn't it, with such a body and his body cultivation being at the world-defying saint body level, he could go on and on making love to hundreds of women without getting tired.
What was tired was his soul.
This cure— if there was ever one, they needed to find it quickly.
