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Away from Evian's room and the amorous activities that had begun, the duo of Gillert and Gryon met still in their battle wear, sharing drinks they had managed to score from the Kalkao Knights' celebrations.
"So that's it?" Gryon said with a sigh, "*Grunt* I won't lie, I'm disappointed. I expected there would be more fight involved."
"You heard Evian," Gillert said after he dropped the goblet he had raised to his lips, "He said it wasn't over."
"Bah, don't give me hope," Gryon said as he waved him off with a small smile.
Gillert raised a brow in mild confusion,
"Don't give you hope yat you might not die?"
"Die? Come on, those Beasts were nothing... Ripping them apart was hardly even satisfying."
"And the Beasts Commander Zayda fought?" Gillert asked.
"Now that was a big deal," Gryon said and then shrugged after taking another sip of the drink in his goblet, "But she defeated it. If it came again, she'll defeat it again. We'd be fine and at least we'd get a bit of excitement.
That WAS why we joined, was it not?"
"Hmm, I joined for a chance to truly become a member of the Martial Temple-- A task difficult already for commoners such as ourselves without us dying on our first mission," Gillert said.
"Really? A chance to join the Temple is all you want? it?" Gryon asked him and Gillert shrugged with a smile,
"Well, a bit of excitement never hurt."
"That's the spirit!" Gryon said and the two raised their goblets to clink them before downing their drinks and having their mind slowly mewl over what they had discussed.
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Meanwhile...
"~Mnnffghhhh- Oh Yes!~"
Evian's lips were stretched into a grin of excitement, his blood pumping with the intent of debauchery and his Eldritch energy, an energy that sought to consume all life and turn bodies into shells with its cold and deathly grip, instead pumped through Evian's body and strengthened the part of his body capable of creating new life...
Increasing the urge Eviab already felt to burst a nut but of course, even then, Evian held back-- For now.
His grip on Ember's leg tightened, his hips drew back, pushed forward and the thrusting began as impactful as ever much to Ember's howling delight.
"~Yes! Fuck! Right there! HARDER!!!~"
Her ass was off the bed by the strength of the only one leg still in contact with the bed beneath her and all for the purpose of increasing the body-slamming impact of Evian's groin with her crotch and the subsequent hard-hitting of the large head of the rod to the very end of her receiving, ever moist pussy.
*PAH* *PAH* *PAH*
Slightly lower than that but loud enough to be heard by every individual in the room, -seeing as they were all cultivators with enhanced senses- was the sound of the slushing of the juices Ember's pussy was creating which Evian's rod was stirring,
*squelch* *squelch* *squelch*
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*squelch* *squelch* *squelch*...
Over at the sofa placed against the door, there were wet sounds as well. In the most aroused state either of the ladies had ever been in their short/long life, Carleine and Zayda found their lower halves drenched with the juices they produced but even then, they continued their self-gratification.
Both ladies were biting their lower lips to stop the moans of pleasure from leaking out and at that moment, with such similar actions, neither had the advantage as the matter of self-control had very little to do with physical strength of which Zayda Vi'thar had plenty.
Keeping her eyes on the scene before them became less paramount and slowly, Carleine closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild...
... For in her imaginations, no other lady was in the room... It was just her and Evian, her body for him to do whatever he saw fit...