Inside a beautifully adorned carriage, a young man with flowing white hair sat in quiet meditation, his form poised on a velvet cushion. His posture, elegant yet composed.
His eyes were closed, as if lost in communion with the mysteries of the world, while the soft, rich scent of incense swirled in the air, wrapping the space in a veil of mysticism.
Beside him, a mature woman lay naked upon the plush seating, her supple body stretched languidly, her head resting near his lap.
She slept in tranquil silence, her breath a rhythmic whisper in the otherwise quiet enclosure.
Her beautiful face calm and peaceful despite the recent rough sex. Her breath was a soft, gentle purr that filled the carriage, a stark contrast to the heavy panting that had echoed just moments before.
Her round butt cheeks were flushed from the rough spanking, reddened with the imprint of his fingers, likely still smelling faintly of semen despite the distance between them.
Her long golden hair was disheveled, tangled and messy with his c*m dripping out of her tight, hairy f*ckhole like warm honey running down a spoon.
She seemed to be oblivious to the thick c0ck still lodged deep in her throat, her mouth working slowly and unconsciously as she slept, and it was clear she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
The dim candlelight inside the carriage cast an eerie glow over her naked body, accentuating her every curve.
Yet Lucian paid her no heed, as though her presence was no more significant than the idle breeze outside.
Lucian had recently reached the peak of the 2nd layer of the Body Strengthening Realm, his physical power swelling within him like a storm held just beneath the surface.
This brought profound changes to his inner organs, each adapting to accommodate the surge of energy coursing through him.
His heart pulsed with an intensified rhythm, beating like a war drum as it pumped vital energy throughout his body.
His lungs expanded, drawing in more air, filling him with life force and vitality.
The efficiency of his kidneys improved, filtering toxins and enhancing his overall health, while his liver surged with newfound energy, optimizing his metabolism and vitality.
Along with these transformations, the production of his milk too increased tremendously.
Eloise even discovered that his c*m was more than enough to sustain her. After drinking, she actually felt an invigorating fullness that banished her hunger completely.
His physique was not only more powerful but also exuded an intense, primal lust that made it evident that mortal women might struggle to endure the sheer force of his rough thrusts.
He could also sense that breaking through to the next layer would be effortless — this time his body had fully adapted, unlike the past when he needed to wait a day for his body to stabilize the sudden increase in his strength.
Yet, he refrained from advancing, knowing the process would purge the impurities from his body in a foul torrent that would defile this luxurious carriage.
Despite having other carriages at his disposal, none matched the spaciousness of this one, perfect for indulging in heated, uninhibited sex with his aunt Eloise, where they could fully immerse themselves in their carnal desires without restraint.
At that moment, a firm knock sounded against the carriage door.
Knock! Knock!
Lucian reached for the window, pushing it open just enough to allow sound to pass through while keeping the view inside hidden.
The gap was slight, ensuring the soldier outside couldn’t catch a glimpse of the naked beauty lying within the carriage, yet wide enough for their voices to carry.
"Your Highness, we’ve found a small lake nearby, as you had requested. The area has been secured, and there’s nothing dangerous. You may use it."
Lucian’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, "Very well, halt the carriage. I feel like taking a bath."
The small lake before him was a mirror of perfection, reflecting the azure sky and the verdant foliage that embraced its shores.
Dragonflies danced over the water’s surface, their iridescent wings shimmering in the sunlight.
Lucian’s fingers moved to the intricate fastenings of his princely attire, each movement deliberate and graceful.
The embroidered fabric whispered as it fell away, revealing skin as pale and flawless as polished marble.
Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting an ethereal glow upon his form, transforming each curve and plane of his musculature into a work of living art.
His chest rippled with subtle movement as he breathed. The defined ridges of his abdomen caught the light, creating a mesmerizing interplay of shadow and radiance.
His arms, lean yet powerful, bore the quiet strength of a predator at rest.
As the last of his garments slipped away, Lucian stood bare before the pristine lake, a vision of masculine perfection.
Before entering, he knelt gracefully, reaching for a hidden pocket in his discarded robes.
With practiced ease, he retrieved a small, ornate pouch.
Inside, nestled against velvet lining, lay his remaining spirit stones — each one pulsing with Spiritual Energy.
Beside them, a movement talisman gleamed, its surface etched with arcane symbols.
Glancing around, Lucian’s crimson eyes scanned the treeline for any sign of unwanted observers.
Satisfied with their solitude, Lucian took out a single spirit stone, and then approached the water’s edge, his footsteps silent on the soft earth as he entered the lake.
Lucian stepped into the lake, the spirit stone cool against his palm.
The water lapped at his ankles, sending a shiver up his spine. With each measured step, the lake’s embrace climbed higher, caressing his calves, then his thighs.
The cold water brushed against his body, a stark contrast to his warm skin.
As he waded deeper, the lake bed shifted beneath his feet, soft silt giving way to smooth pebbles.
Tiny fish darted away from his approach, their silver scales flashing in the dappled sunlight. Water lilies bobbed gently on the surface, their delicate petals unfurling to greet the day.
The lake was not deep, and even as Lucian reached its center, the water only rose to his chest.
Here, in the heart of this natural sanctuary, he paused.
The spirit stone pulsed gently in his palm as he began to slowly began to absorb the energy.
Lucian closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the spirit stone in his hand.
Its energy, a subtle warmth against his skin, began to flow into him. Like tendrils of light, it seeped through his palm, coursing through his clogged passageways and suffusing his body with an intoxicating surge of power.
The water around him began to ripple, tiny waves emanating from where he stood.
Leaves on nearby water lilies rustled, though no wind blew. The very air seemed to thicken around him, charged with an unseen force.
His muscles tensed and relaxed in rhythmic waves as the energy flowed throughout his body.