“Oh, Edmund. Oh, Edmund. Who knew that a fifteeen year-old boy could conquer me so well. Oh, Edmund. Never leave me.” Rachel moans on the bed.

“Oh, Rachel. You beautiful elf lady. Your breasts, your thighs, immaculate. Your soul, so pure, yet your body's nature, so beastly. Keep me company, always.” Edmund says as he continues to hump.

The shameless pair had gotten together whenever they had the chance. As for the enticement spirit, it didn't make it any easier. It continued to fuel the fires of desire, make the two hunger for each other more and more.

“Oh, Edmund. You’re so much better than Archand. Your young, spirited body, so much more than his experience. You’re like a bright red fruit, and I have you all to myself.” Rachel moans, letting whatever expression of lust come out.

Edmund’s eyes widen. “What? You’ve been with Archand?” Edmund asks, surprised and a little unsure how to feel. Edmund slows down.

Rachel’s eyes open, mildly awakening from her ecstasy. “Hmm? Archand? Yes? It’s how we met. I had to take the opportunity of my pilgrimage of red dust while we could. I didn’t want it to be just anyone, and Archand was a decent man. But after being with him, I realized we were not compatible. He’s the sort of man who would seek to possess me.” Rachel says as she looks at Edmund’s eyes and holds his cheek. “Don’t tell me you would do the same?” Rachel asks.

Edmund frowns and grabs Rachel’s hand before pulling it back and forcing Rachel on her stomach before mounting her once more. “Don’t ask such silly questions, Rachel. Of course I would seek to possess you. Who wouldn’t? But you’re mine now.” He says as he begins to thrust once more.

Rachel’s eyes widen at Edmund’s fierceness. Was he always such a dominant man? She asks herself.

“Say it.” Edmund demands as he continues to thrust.

“Hmm! No!” Rachel denies as she tries to hold on.

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“Say it!” Edmund yells once more.

“Hmmm! Aaaaah!” Rachel exclaims as she climaxes.

Edmund also releases his tensions. “One day, you’ll say it.” He says as he relaxes his body and collapses onto the bed.

…

…

“What’s going on with you two?” Archand asks as he throws some peanuts into his mouth.

Rachel frowns. “Edmund is a possessive demon is what’s the problem. Only wants me for my body. Hmm!” She explains with a turn of her head.

Edmund smiles. “I’m only possessive because she deserves it. Her body and especially her soul, are so beautiful I just can’t stand it. No man would just allow it to go. Now that I’ve got her, I’m keeping her.” He says without shame.

Fury appears on Rachel’s face. “If it’s so beautiful then why don’t you share it with the world!? Instead of keeping it in a cage!” She says with a turn of her head.

Edmund leans in and gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Don’t say that, babe. You’ll learn to love the cage, I promise.” He says with a teasing smile.

Archand shakes his head. “This is getting super creepy. And I’m getting the vibe that you’re secretly enjoying it, Rachel.” He says, expressing his observations.

Rachel’s eyes widen. “Well don’t tell him that!” She exclaims.

Edmund lets out a chuckle and leans in to whisper in Rachel’s ear. “I’ll make you mine, and you’ll learn to enjoy it.” He says.

A hot blush appears on Rachel’s cheek. She quickly grabs Edmund’s hand and stands up. “Come on, we have to go.” She says as she pulls Edmund up.

“Hey, wait! What about the merchant prince? We have an appointment to keep with him later today!” Archand exclaims.

Rachel takes a few hot breaths to control herself. “The merchant prince can wait for a moment. I have some business with a prince of my own.” She says as she leads Edmund away.

Edmund happily follows with a cheeky grin.

Archand shakes his head. “Just two bunnies in heat.” He says once more.

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“The princess of the Ancestral Faeland. Welcome.” A man dressed in colorful silk says as he embraces Rachel. “How goes your pilgrimage?” He asks.

Rachel lets go and gulps down her saliva. Edmund had treated her quite roughly earlier and her body was still aching. “Well… I’ve certainly explored many aspects of myself, is all I can say.” She says.

The merchant prince smiles. “Well that’s great. I’m sure there’s still much exploration to be had.” He says before gesturing inside the home. “Come, I’ve had a meal prepared for all of you.” He says before giving the hand that was holding onto Rachel a suspicious look.

The man leads the way before giving a sideways glance at Rachel. “And who is this boy with you. I don’t believe we’ve met.” He says with some feeling of anxiety.

“Oh? This- ugh, this is—” Rachel tries to say before being cut off.

Edmund clears his throat. “Rachel calls me master. You may call me Edmund if you wish.” He says with blushing face, trying hard to look normal.

A red heat once again finds itself of Rachel’s face. “Hmm!” She exclaims as she hits Edmund on the shoulder.

Archand covers his face with his hand. “This is so embarrassing.” He says.

The merchant prince frowns. “Don’t tell me you’re enslaved to this man, Rachel?” He says as some anger rises up from within him.

Rachel leans in to Edmund’s ear. “Hold it in. I'll make it up to you later.” She says before turning to the merchant prince. “This is a very good friend of mine. A very good friend.” She says as she gulps down her saliva.

The merchant prince continues to frown. “I see.” He says.