Rayne had to admit, the Lavans knew their way with food. In the snowy mountains, it was never possible to taste dishes so sumptuous and delectable. The game and yield were often cking, both in quantity and quality. The mountains were harsh. Snowstorms would st nearly all year round. The Zevas weren’t the only victims. The flora and fauna, too, had their hardships and tragedies.

  Unlike the animals and pnts, the Zevas could easily migrate to a warmer nd. However, tradition and heritage were to be kept and respected. They were once a lineage of a race that stood at the top of the chain. Now, they were barely even a pale imitation. Leaving the mountains meant discarding their identities as Zevas; that was the general consensus of Rayne’s people. It was something Rayne had never accepted. For the sake of pride and honour, they would doom their legacy. If she couldn’t change their minds, the least she could do was to make sure they would not destroy themselves while persisting in their old and foolish ways.

  To preserve the legacy of the Zevas, she would need strength, first and foremost. She would need allies, not to be confused with friends. She didn’t need to find their company comforting and pleasing. She simply needed the benefits she could sow as a result of the alliance. The Lavans were the prime choice of allies. However, there were many complications with that notion. The most obvious, and also most significant one, was distance. The two factions were on two different ends of Ulrum.

  “But the problem could be solved with the power of flight,” Rayne muttered in her heart. Not just any power of flight. She would need one that wouldn’t be so easily exhausted just from a few hours of flight and one that could brave through the severe weather of the mountains. There was only one creature… one person… who she knew had met all the criteria.

  “This pce is needlessly big,” Rayne grumbled as she walked through the unfamiliar halls of residence. She had eaten her fill of the feast. She had walked enough around the vilge. It was time for her to retire to her room. Normally, she would find a quiet and isoted pce to hone her strength and skills. However, the wounds and exhaustion of yesterday were still present. The Dark Syers were not some opponent she could scoff at and write off as just another strawman for her fists.

  As Rayne turned right at another corner, she came to a dead end… again. She didn’t even want to keep count of just how many times she had met a dead end. Given how she had the disinclination, it was more than she would care to admit. She retraced her steps and turned left at the st junction. The hallway began to look familiar. She heaved a huge breath. She strode through the hallway with vexed haste, but she stopped when she heard a noise that was all too familiar to her.

  The familiar noise came from the room to her left that she was just about to pass by. She froze on the spot. She didn’t want to accept it but she recognised the noise. After all, she had been hearing this noise on a near-nightly basis. It was the noise of Henry’s nocturnal activities with his women. Memories of those nights began to surface, but she quickly fought them down. Not because they were terrible memories, but because those memories would only serve to infme her desires. As much as she hated to admit it, her body was building a dependency on the pleasure Henry would give.

  Swallowing a lump in her throat, Rayne slowly approached the door. After taking a few steps, she sighed and gave up on sneaking. It was pointless to be furtive. Henry’s senses were far too acute. By now, he would have caught her presence. Knowing him, he might even be causing the noises to be louder just to attract her. And attracted her, the noises did. She walked right up to the door and gently shoved it open. What she saw immediately set her desires afme.

  There Sarynn was, face down on the bed with her hips raised. Her eyes were gzed and rolled all the way back into her head, adorned with a silly smile. Fluids were leaking from her eyes, nose, and mouth. And that was just the condition of her upper body. Down below, she was being consistently and firmly humped and thrust while a pair of hands gripped tightly on her bountiful rear.

  “Come in and close the door,” Henry said without looking back. He was wholly devoted to hammering pleasure into Sarynn, even though the tter was no longer conscious.

  “I’m not—”

  “Come in and close the door,” Henry repeated without stopping or even slowing down. “I am not asking.”

  Rayne felt a chill. There was nothing stopping her from simply leaving the room. However, something about Henry’s tone and words was just too compelling. Though she wore a grimace, she complied with Henry’s words. She entered the room and closed the door behind her.

  Right then and there, Henry let out a groan as he unleashed a huge stream of his seed into Sarynn and the tter trembled violently with every gush. His orgasm sted for seconds and Rayne stared wide-eyed for the entirety. After his orgasm ended, he pulled out of Sarynn and climbed off the bed. Slowly, he walked over to Rayne while leaving Sarynn to shiver from the light orgasm she was having intermittently.

  “Y-you can’t force me,” Rayne tried to snarl but the faltering in her voice was not doing her any favours.

  Henry chuckled. He stopped right in front of Rayne, towering over her with their height difference. “I don’t need to. You want this, don’t you?”

  Rayne met his gaze, which was looking down on her. Her face contorted with hate, yet gzed with desire. “Does it matter what I want? You would fuck me regardless, no?”

  “Of course, it matters.” Henry brushed his fingers across her cheek. “Depends on your answer, I would either plunge into you straight or I will slowly make you succumb to your desires first and have you beg me to put it inside of you. Which will it be?”

  “...That’s not much of a choice.”

  “You can simply walk out the door.” Henry gestured at the door. “I won’t stop you.”

  Rayne gnced behind. The door did not look tempting at all. Her conscience was clear. She turned her gaze back to Henry’s. She gred at him, hard. “You have already made me yours. So, stop beating around the bush and just fuck me. You know full well that I can’t resist you.”

  Henry tittered as he pced his hands on Rayne’s full and firm posterior. “You can resist me, if you want to, that is. You didn’t resist me now because you want me to fuck you.”

  “Absurd,” Rayne scoffed.

  Henry sighed. His hands moved upwards from her rear until it reached her shoulders. She was wearing a tunic, made by the Lavans and tailored specifically for her. The tunic complemented her honed figure well. One by one, slowly and gently, Henry undid the buttons.

  Rayne tutted. “Make it quick, damn it.” She spped away his hands and undid the buttons herself in a hasty manner. In seconds, she shed her tunic, her trousers, and her undergarments, leaving herself as nude as she was on the day she was born. “There. I’m all ready. Just do what you have to.”

  Henry tittered some more and wrapped one arm around her waist. “What do I have to? No. I don’t have to do this, nor do I need to.”

  “What are you spouting now?”

  “I’m doing this because I want to. As for you… I say it’s more of a need than a want, don’t you agree?”

  “Sod off with that fancy nonsense and just fuck me already!” Rayne snarled as she grabbed Henry by the chin. “You are just an animal, a beast. Stop trying to act like a proper person. You sicken me.”

  Henry smiled wryly, staring at her with a regrettable expression. “You just can’t be fully honest with yourself, can you?”

  “You are really grating on my nerves” Rayne growled and shoved Henry onto the bed. She pounced on him before he could get up. “Do you intend to drag this farce out just so you could torture me?”

  “Torture you? How and why would I do that?” Henry asked with feigned ignorance.

  “You're going to py the fool right until the end, aren’t you?” She straddled Henry’s hips, aligning his rod with her entrance, before gradually letting herself sink onto him. “You fucking big bastard. This is all your fault. So, you'd better take good responsibility for this.”

  “Oh?” Henry felt her wetness. Her entrance was still inches away. Yet, he could feel her desires. She was dripping wet. Every drop that touched his deep only made him shudder with anticipation. She wanted this as much as she needed this. Smirking, he y completely still and let Rayne do all the work.

  Rayne stifled a moan as she felt the tip touching her soaking entrance. Just from that brief contact, she felt lightning coursing through her veins. It was simply that gratifying. If she put it inside her, she would crumble. Her facade would come loose. However, she was at her limits. She had participated in a great battle yesterday and all that pent-up strain was still within her. She needed to vent. Before meeting Henry, she would vent her desires by indulging in liquor. But now, she found something better.

  “Quickly now. The sun will rise if you keep dawdling.”

  “B-be silent,” she stammered. She couldn’t stand it any longer. Her snatch was leaking at this point. With a deep breath, she dropped herself down on Henry’s phallus. It was a terrible idea but she had reached her breaking point. As her holy cavern buried as much as it could, Rayne trembled violently. She reached her peak with a single thrust. Her juices sprayed all over Henry’s hips.

  At the same time, Henry threw his eyes back and let out an ecstatic groan. Rayne was insanely tight, especially so when she came.

  Unlike Sarynn, Rayne was quick to recover. She didn’t fall off of Henry’s hips. As soon as she regained her composure, she began to move her hips back and forth, moaning with every thrust. “F-fuck… why do you have to be so big?”

  “I can be bigger if you want.”

  “Damn you…” she hissed but she didn’t stop her hips. She couldn’t. The pleasure was too immense. If she stopped now, she would go insane. She then started moving her hips side to side. She nearly let out a yelp as Henry’s rod was now touching new pces. She was discovering new things about herself. She soon started gyrating her hips, hitting all of her pleasurable spots. And of course, all the pleasure was vented through her throat and face. She was no longer holding back her moans and her face melted with ecstasy.

  Henry, feeling left out, decided to contribute. He reached out and grabbed Rayne’s ample mounds. They weren’t spilling out of his hands but they were still big in their own right. He then kneaded them like dough, eliciting a more rapturous sound from her mouth.

  “Fuck~!” She screamed and cupped Henry’s hands that was kneading her bosom. Instead of prying his hands off, she squeezed them, begging him to do it harder.

  Henry grinned and complied. He kneaded them harder and even started kneading her teats.

  Rayne squealed and shook like a leaf. She had reached her second peak of pleasure and barely minutes had gone by since her st. But instead of slowing down, she increased her pace. She began to sm her hips against Henry’s. She had lost all of her restraints. She no longer cared about her pride and shame. She just wanted to feel good right now.

  Seeing her enthusiasm and dedication, Henry was more than happy to oblige. He sat up and began thrusting his hips, matching Rayne’s rhythm.

  Around this time, Sarynn’s eyes were slowly fluttering open.