Before dawn, the sounds in the suite where Saria was staying gradually quieted down.
It wasn't just Kal'tsit in the adjacent room who couldn't sleep—Surtr downstairs was also wide awake. The sudden creaking of the bed in the middle of the night had kept her up all night.
She had several impulses to march upstairs with her sword, Laevatain, to see what was happening but eventually decided against it.
The woman named Saria held information about her Adakrys slave, and until she found that person, Surtr decided to endure.
Inside the bedroom of Saria's suite, two people lay on a collapsed bed.
No, to be precise, only Saria was asleep. Garde was still wide awake—almost too awake.
But mindful of the person in his arms, Garde decided to handle things on his own for a while.
Boom~
The eruption-like noise woke Saria.
'Huh? Did I pass out?'
Saria groggily opened her eyes to find her mind completely blank. She was lying half-prone on the bed, leaning against a broad, sturdy chest. A large hand was resting on the softness of her front.
"You're awake?"
Garde's delighted voice sounded in her ear as something hot and hard pressed against her again. Her tail was lifted high, triggering memories of something terrifying.
"Wa–wait, Garde! Let me rest a little longer!"
Saria had never felt this exhausted before. Even during those sleepless nights fighting disaster beasts in the Hotlands, she wasn't this drained.
Her body felt limp, almost like it wasn't hers. If Garde hadn't been holding her, she was sure she'd collapse onto the bed.
For a brief moment, she was glad that Garde would be heading to Columbia after today. Otherwise, she doubted she'd ever leave the bed again.
At least for the next few days, she had no intention of stepping outside.
"I… I'll help you with my hand," Saria said, her cheeks flushing. No matter how strict her usual demeanor was, at this moment, she was just a woman nestled in the arms of her husband-to-be.
Her long white hair cascaded freely, giving her a wild beauty that Garde found irresistible.
Unable to help himself, Garde leaned down and licked one of her dragon horns, sending a shiver down Saria's spine and bringing back memories of their earlier wildness.
He had even used her horns as a handlebar…
Due to their tails, Terra people rarely expressed affection through the traditional position of a woman lying on her back and facing the man. This position was mostly feasible only for Sankta, whose bodies had fewer scales and horns, and it was often referred to as the "Laterano position"—the missionary position.
Saria recalled how Garde had moved from the sofa to the bathroom and then to the bedroom, barely pausing while she rested in between. She couldn't stop herself from trembling slightly.
"Garde, were you this wild with Gavial too?"
For a moment, Saria felt grateful she wasn't his only lover, though she was also a bit frustrated that she had passed out during their intimacy.
Did the physique of a Vouivre really fall this short compared to that of an Adakrys?
"Ah, no. Gavial and I haven't done anything like this," Garde said, scratching his cheek awkwardly.
"Then who was your first time with?"
Saria refused to believe Garde could be so skilled right out of the gate.
"It was Laurentina."
"Oh, her."
Saria wasn't particularly surprised. During their battles in the rainforest, she had noticed something unusual about Laurentina's attitude toward Garde. She just hadn't expected their relationship to have progressed this far.
"How long did she last the first time?"
"Uh…"
Was this a competitive streak?
"About six hours?"
Saria glanced at the discarded clock in the corner. There were still two or three hours left until dawn. Garde had arrived around 11 p.m. Even counting the time she'd been unconscious, she hadn't surpassed Laurentina.
Saria suddenly became more active. After chatting for a while, she seemed to regain some strength.
At this moment, Garde could clearly see Saria's full, alluring curves. Her body wasn't exactly slender; her regular training had given her a toned and solid build.
As his fingers traced her form, Garde reached her abs—neatly arranged muscles that exuded a unique beauty.
Unable to resist, he pressed down with his fingers.
A soft "splosh" sound followed, as if some thick liquid had leaked out from the bottom part of Saria.
Saria trembled and instinctively tightened her legs.
"Ga–Garde!"
Saria's embarrassed and annoyed voice made Garde instinctively shrink his head. Her grip on his male part suddenly tightened, but Garde didn't feel any pain—in fact, he found it even more comfortable.
Despite his height and strength, he's still eighteen years old, he was at the peak of his energy.
It had been two months since Garde last indulged in this kind of pleasures. Even if he had taken care of himself yesterday, he would still be bursting with vigor today.
A few hours of sex? That was far from enough.
Even an ordinary crocodile wouldn't stop at just a few hours.
Garde leaned close to Saria's ear and whispered, "One more time?"
"Do you really want me bedridden for days?"
Saria looked at Garde helplessly.
"Aren't we parting soon anyway? Even if you rely on your hands, you don't have enough strength for this!"
She noticed the hot rod in her hand swell slightly, as if challenging her. She could barely hold onto it before, and now it almost slipped from her grasp.
Saria bit her lip and whispered softly, "Monster."
"Hehe, what kind of wife complains about her husband being too capable?"
Seeing that Saria didn't resist, Garde's spirits soared. He picked her up and sat her on his lap, the burning-hot iron rod pressing against her entrance.
Saria's cheeks flushed a deep red. She seemed a little hot, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her snow-white neck. Under the dim bedroom lights, it shimmered like crystal.
Garde leaned close to Saria's slightly reddened ear and whispered, "You just rest. Leave everything to me."
But this was anything but resting!
Saria wanted to say as much, but it was already too late.
In the dimly lit bedroom, the already-collapsed bed frame began to shake once more.
Creaaaak~
Creaaaak~
In the next room, Kal'tsit picked up her umpteenth cup of coffee.
Downstairs, Surtr, who had finally managed to fall asleep, opened her eyes.
She grabbed Laevateinn several times but eventually put it down again.
"God damnit! Can't a person get some sleep around here?"
The sound of a bed frame shaking uncontrollably echoed all the way until morning.
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