The carriage swayed gently as it moved through the streets of Chaos, but inside, the world seemed to have come to a standstill. The air was thick with palpable tension, a heat radiating from the bodies of Glenn and Dália. The closed curtains and darkened windows created an intimate space where only they existed.
Dália, her red eyes gleaming with desire, pulled Glenn closer, her hands trembling slightly as they gripped the fabric of his shirt. Her warm, sweet breath, tinged with the faint trace of red wine they had shared at dinner, mingled with his, creating a symphony of panting, hurried breaths.
Dália's perfume, a blend of jasmine and something more exotic, enveloped Glenn, intoxicating him, while his masculine, earthy scent drew her in like a magnet.
Glenn, still surprised by Dália's sudden shift, felt his body respond instantly. His erection, already evident, pressed against her thigh, and he could feel the heat of her body through the thin layers of fabric separating them.
His hands, initially hesitant, found the curve of her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space between them.
Dália's lips met Glenn's with a wild urgency, as if she had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. The first kiss was soft, almost exploratory, but it quickly deepened into something more intense, more profound. Their tongues met, dancing in a frenzied, wild exchange.
Her taste was sweet and spicy, a mix of desire and surrender that left Glenn dizzy.
Dália let out a low, almost imperceptible moan as Glenn deepened the kiss, his hands rising to tangle in her hair. She responded with equal fervor, her nails lightly scratching his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Her breathing was irregular, gasping, and each sigh was like music to Glenn's ears.
Glenn was lost in the taste and feel of Dália. His hands slid down her back, exploring every curve, every tense muscle beneath her smooth skin. He could feel her heart racing, echoing the frantic rhythm of his own.
Glenn's erection throbbed, each heartbeat sending waves of desire through his body.
Dália, feeling his physical response, pressed herself even closer, her hips moving instinctively, seeking the contact they both craved.
Their lips parted for a moment, just long enough to catch their breath, but the look they exchanged was laden with unspoken promises. Dália's face was flushed, her lips swollen and glistening, and her dark eyes reflected a mix of desire and vulnerability.
With a quick movement, Dália unhooked the straps of her dress, revealing her milky, sensual body. Her firm breasts, with pointed nipples, and a black lace thong captivated Glenn's gaze.
"Glenn..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and full of emotion. It was a whisper that carried the full intensity of what she felt, a mix of need and lust.
With wild movements, she tore off Glenn's shirt, revealing his sculpted torso, and removed his pants, leaving him naked.
Leaping onto him, their lips met again with uncontrolled fury, as if Dália wanted to consume him entirely. Glenn's throbbing cock rubbed against the silky fabric of Dália's thong, which moved up and down in friction.
"AGhh...." a moan of pleasure echoed from both of them.
"We don't have much time!!" Dália said.
Hurriedly, she moved her thong aside, revealing her soaking wet pussy. Her juices dripped onto Glenn's cock, running down the shaft toward his balls.
She positioned the head at her entrance and sat down violently.
An ecstatic sensation overwhelmed them both, as if thousands of electric rays were sent from their genitals to their brains.
Glenn gripped Dália's buttocks and forced her to move.
"PLOC...PLOC..PLOC..."
"This is insane!!!" Glenn shouted in pleasure, having sex in a moving carriage in the middle of the city. Though no one could see what was happening inside, it felt as if they were putting on a show for the people outside.
Dália's insides kissed him as if thousands of tongues were inside her pussy. The unique sensation of his glans being electrified by her uterus sent shivers through him with every thrust.
Glenn's internal energy exploded at maximum speed through his energy channels, mana and prana fueling his muscles, testicles, cock, and skin. Veins bulged, his dick hardened further, and energy leaked from his skin.
"AAAAAAAAAGGHhhh..." Dália moaned loudly.
The sensation of pleasure and adrenaline intensified. Glenn felt as if he were being sucked into a black hole, which was Dália's pussy.
His thoughts were drowned in a sea of darkness and pleasure, his hands gripping Dália tightly. Meanwhile, Dália scratched his back with her nails and bit his neck in an intense hickey.
Their movements became faster, with Glenn thrusting into her as deeply as he could.
The carriage began to tilt, indicating the start of the ascent toward the castle. Valkyria finally quickened her pace as the flow of people diminished.
'We have little time!!!'
Glenn grabbed Dália by the arms, momentarily pulling his cock out of her and flipping her over. His torso connected with her back as she rode him, facing the other seat.
With his right hand, Glenn began to stimulate Dália's clit, increasing her incessant moans. With his left hand, while she rode his cock vigorously, he inserted two fingers into her ass.
Dália's body shuddered. She continued to ride Glenn even harder. With her eyes closed, Dália wore an insane smile, as if everything she needed was happening right then.
'This! This! It was the lack of this sensation that was tormenting me,' she thought.
Soon, the carriage left the central area, just minutes away from reaching the castle.
Dália's body began to convulse, Glenn's internal energy exploded even more violently. All sensations seemed intoxicating.
Glenn bit his bleeding lips, holding back his ejaculation to allow Dália to reach her climax.
'Damn succubus. Cum!!!!'
A few more minutes passed, and then it happened.
A bomb of pleasure. As violent as the ones Glenn had experienced when he came inside Dália multiple times. But this time, they had both ejaculated together on the first try.
Dália's body trembled, her legs clamped around Glenn's, her nails dug deep into his arms, and pleasure momentarily shut off their brains.
Glenn opened his eyes, unsure how long he had been out. Dália was moving slowly, pulling his cock out of her.
Semen dripped down her trembling legs. The carriage was still moving, indicating they hadn't yet reached the castle.
Dália was red and panting, looking intensely at Glenn. She took a cloth and began to clean herself and Glenn, who remained erect and hard.
The exchange of glances between them softened the atmosphere, a small smile forming on both their lips as they slowly dressed. Not long after, the carriage stopped.
Dália stood up in her beautiful black strapless dress, opened the carriage door as if nothing had happened.
"Young master!" she gestured outside, naturally.
Glenn stood up, bringing his mouth close to Dália's ear.
"You are even more stunning and delicious," he whispered.
A dangerous light shone in Dália's red eyes, a shiver ran down her spine, and she controlled her expression to keep from grinning ear to ear. Her hands clenched, trying to control herself from jumping on Glenn right then.
Glenn stepped out of the carriage. Noticing a familiar figure waiting for him.
"Master Lesley?" he called out in surprise.
Lesley observed them with a questioning look, as if he could read between the lines.
"Glenn. The queen has summoned you to appear at 10 PM," he said before slowly walking away, leaving Glenn alone with Dália.
Dália observed her inner world. After her evolution to a higher champion rank, qualitative transformations had occurred. The main one was the prism for collecting vital energy.
Before the evolution, it was smaller, more fragile, and of lower quality. Now, it was a dodecagonal container floating above her island in the inner world, ten times larger.
Until the previous day, it had been completely empty. But now, a small line of golden energy, the height of a pencil, filled the container.