Hiro and Tara stood in the woods, their bodies illuminated by the pale yellow glow of the Yelough mushrooms scattered around them. The eerie yet romantic light cast a shadow over them, heightening the tension in the air.
Hiro leaned in, claiming Tara's succulent lips with unrestrained hunger. His mouth dominated hers, his tongue greedily exploring as he devoured her soft, breathless moans. Tara whimpered against his lips, her body pressing closer to his, trembling under his touch.
His hands roamed freely, gripping her perky butt and kneading it possessively before sliding up to cup her modest chest.
The sensation made Tara shudder. Her own hand moved down to stroke Hiro's cock through his clothes. She marveled at its impressive size and the heat radiating from it. Her fingers trembled with anticipation and her need for him grew unbearable.
Her body arched toward him as she let out a needy whimper. "My Lord… I can't wait anymore."
Hiro smirked, his deep gray eyes dark with lust. "Then let's not wait."
He hoisted her up effortlessly, pinning her against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Tara instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her body grinding against his as his erection pressed against her core.
Each movement elicited soft, breathless cries from her lips. Her hands clung to his shoulders for support.
Hiro's lips left hers, trailing down to her neck, where he nipped and sucked, leaving faint marks. His hands continued their exploration, squeezing and caressing her body, igniting every nerve with pleasure.
Tara's head tilted back, her lips parted as her breaths came in shallow gasps, her mind consumed by the anticipation of what was to come.
Unfortunately, their heated moment was cut short when a raindrop landed on Hiro's head.
The Desolate Lands were perpetually covered in gray clouds, and rain was a frequent occurrence here. The drizzle would soon turn heavier and completely soak them if they stayed out.
"Hnngh… shall we do it in your room again, my Lord?" Tara asked, her voice still dripping with need, her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him.
Hiro let out a low chuckle. With one hand supporting her back and the other sliding down to grip her thighs, he lifted her into a princess carry.
Tara rested her hands on his chest and her face blushed with a mix of embarrassment and joy. She was clearly enjoying this position.
"Let's go."
Hiro carried her toward the edge of the woods, pausing behind a tree to survey the camp. He peeked out cautiously to ensure neither Furina nor Bob were outside.
He did not see either of them. They were both most likely inside their tent, preparing to sleep.
Inside the tent...
"What about Tara?" Bob asked Furina. He had already laid down and was ready to call it a day. It had been an exhausting one.
"She'll be fine with Lord Hiro. She might not sleep here."
"I know she'll be fine! But… you know… a man and woman spending a night like this together in a room…"
Bob was beginning to grow suspicious. However, Furina wasn't really in the mood to talk to Bob.
"What kind of unholy things are you thinking? There's no way Tara would do that. They're probably just getting to know each other. Anyways, we're the only citizens of the Realm. There's no one to gossip either."
Furina said this with a tone that indicated she was done with the conversation.
"Maybe you're right…" Bob also did not pursue the matter anymore.
Several hours later…
Tara and Hiro were engaged in intense passion inside Hiro's room.
They hadn't been doing it for several hours continuously, of course. Both of them had already orgasmed multiple times, filling the room with a musky air.
Fortunately, the wind from the rain occasionally lifted the entrance cloth flap, allowing fresh airflow to make the room less smelly.
Both Hiro and Tara were stark naked. Their discarded clothes lay scattered across the floor. Tara knelt on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly as Hiro thrust into her from behind with raw intensity. Each motion sent ripples through her body, her breasts swaying with the force.
The room echoed with the sounds of their carnal union. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin mingled with Tara's uncontrollable moans and Hiro's low, guttural grunts. Her voice quivered with each thrust, her cries rising higher as she approached her limit.
Tara's cheeks flushed deeply, and her mouth parted slightly as ragged breaths escaped her. Her black eyes, half-lidded and hazy, reflected the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Strands of her black hair had come loose from her ponytail and framed her face in disarray.
Hiro gripped her hips firmly and guided her movements to match his deep thrusts. He grabbed her loosened ponytail and pulled it backwards, but not with too much force.
Tara gasped, arching her back as her cries turned into needy whimpers. Hiro leaned down and kissed her, their tongues tangling as he claimed her completely.
He broke the kiss and pushed her back down onto the bed. His relentless rhythm resumed. Tara's moans grew louder, filled with small amounts of humiliation and large amounts of bliss as Hiro's dominance consumed her.
He spanked her sharply on her perky butt, the sound echoing through the room. A red handprint appeared on her pale skin, joining the marks from earlier.
"Ahhh! M-My Lord!" Tara cried out. Her voice trembled as the sting of the spank combined with the overwhelming pleasure building within her. Her body shuddered with every thrust, and her grip on the sheets tightened as she surrendered completely to the sensations.
Hiro's pace never faltered. Each of his movements drove them closer to their climax. With one final, powerful thrust, Hiro growled deeply as they both reached their peak.
"Here it comes!"
Tara's eyes rolled back, and her tongue slipped out slightly, utterly consumed by pleasure. She screamed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her entire body trembled violently before she slumped forward onto the bed. Her limbs felt weak, and her swollen pussy dripped with Hiro's cum, which pooled beneath her. She remained silent except her heavy breathing. She was completely spent.
A relatively short distance from Hiro's camp...
Seven feral-looking men and one beautiful but wild-looking woman moved steadily toward Hiro's camp.
"Argh! I hate that it rains so much here!" Shuvene exclaimed.
Nobody responded. The others were focused on more pressing concerns.
"Are you sure about what you saw, Shuvene? Setting up camp in the Desolate Lands sounds like a pretty crazy thing to do," Barbara said.
"How many times are you going to ask?" Shuvene rolled his eyes in irritation.
Barbara stayed quiet. She felt that some of her companions were not taking the situation seriously enough.
She hoped they could extract information from the group they were about to raid, particularly about surviving in the Desolate Lands. Barbara's main goal was to find methods that would help her and her group stay alive here.
Soon, the camp came into view. Lightning flashed occasionally in the distance, providing brief glimpses of their surroundings. The pale yellow glow from the Yelough mushrooms each of them carried added a faint light to their path.
Even after being plucked, the Yelough mushrooms would continue to emit their soft yellow glow for some time.
"We're here," Barbara said. "Let's begin."
All eight individuals took a Yelough mushroom and hurled it toward the camp. The "raid" had begun.