They enjoyed one another’s company for the next hour or so, simply talking about inconsequential things while occasionally joking around and poking fun at one another. In a melancholic but not overtly sad manner, they reminisced about their loved ones in a fond fashion. Nolan spoke of Thomas and Steph, siblings that felt as if they were a part of a previous life, telling Nyla funny stories about the antics that he’d always dragged his goodie-two-shoes brother into, and recalling all of the times that he’d doted on his younger sister. Nyla spoke of Quin and her other siblings, of her parents and of Black Raven City and what she remembered of her time in the Southern Plains Region.
The two grew increasingly drunk as they continued to connect in such a way, and by the time that his head began to spin in a light, somewhat pleasant manner, Nolan was no longer able to hold back and quickly pulled Nyla onto his lap. Her full lips were soft beneath his, her tongue sweet as it slid against his own.
As the kissing grew more intense, he began to run his hands over the sensitive areas of her body, enjoying the soft sensations as she mimicked his actions and dipped her hand beneath the tub’s bubbling surface.
Without saying anything, he pushed himself up to sit along the ledge of the tub, opening his legs and giving her a suggestive look. At this point in their relationship, she knew exactly what he wanted and quickly lowered herself to enthusiastically play the part.
Sipping high-quality spirits from his golden cup, he stared out at the lush expanse of forest while enjoying the seductive sensation of Nyla’s efforts, her technique far better than it had been the first time she had attempted the act.
A short while later, just as Nolan was about to climax, his mood plummeted as Ian’s voice abruptly rang throughout his mind.
Hey, pal. I forgot to mention, but Delia wanted to speak to you about something. I think she went to look for you a while back.
Nolan was a bit annoyed. Do you think I want to hear your voice right now?
Ah, thundering the peaks, I see. Well, that’s why I felt the need to let you know. Anyway, me and the guys are sneaking off to that wonderful establishment that we happened upon the other day. If you need anything, you’ll know where to find us.
Don’t contact me again unless someone’s about to die.
Esteban might. You should’ve seen his face when Aine asked us what we were—
Dude, shut up and leave me alone.
Clearing his mind, he stared down at Nyla’s eyes as she looked up into his amidst a chorus of constant erotic sounds. Once again, all was well in the world.
A short while later after he’d enjoyed a third climax, Nolan felt a brief sense of superiority when comparing his situation to that of his friends. The other guys in the group had no choice but to sneak off to some scrubby brothel—admittedly, an extremely high-class one—while he could enjoy the affections of a woman that truly loved him. The connection between the two made a world of difference, which was largely the reason why Nolan never spent any money in the sorts of places that his friends were forming a habit of visiting.
Nyla eventually drew back and fixed him with a pretend-angry stare. “Don’t you think you’re being a little selfish?” she asked, her tone quiet and overtly feminine. She only spoke to him in this way when they were being intimate.
Willing the table and the spirits to float off into the room before allowing them to gently land atop the bearskin rug, he threw a hand around her waist and hoisted her up. Giving her a confident smile, he said, “When have I ever been selfish?”
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Resolving to push his stamina to the limits, Nolan wasted no time in initiating intercourse. It was barely midday, and with his fledgling ancestral body, he found comfort and excitement in the thought that there was still plenty of time for him to reciprocate her efforts.
Like this, the two of them passed the next several hours in states of heightened ecstasy.
***
“We should probably head back,” said Nolan, who lay naked beside the embers of the fading fire with Nyla resting against his sweaty chest. “It’s been like five hours.”
“Giving up already?”
He snickered. “Hey, I’m being considerate here. We’ve got images to uphold, you know.”
Nyla let out a sarcastic laugh and then sat up with a sigh. “We don’t usually get chances like these. Even with this formation, tomorrow’s going to be especially dangerous. Why not enjoy ourselves a bit more before heading back to the villa?”
“One more time,” he said with a sly smile, though a sudden shiver gave pause to his eagerness.
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure. You don’t sense anyone around us, do you?”
Climbing on top of him and straddling his hips, Nyla shook her head. “It’s just us here.”
Feeling a sudden fire within him, he pushed all unnecessary thoughts from his mind and then sat up so that they were now face-to-face. Pushing her down with a light motion, he took the lead and recommenced the vigorous lovemaking that they had taken a brief break from.
For the next hour and a half, all sorts of erotic sounds echoed throughout the tower’s top. He and Nyla enjoyed one another’s company until the sun began to set, at which point they took a brief bath in the wooden tub before getting dressed and then setting off for the nearby city.
“Hold on,” Nolan said as they soared above the sun-streaked forests. “I’m going to give the formation one last look. It’d be pretty lame if the battle breaks out and the thing malfunctions at a crucial moment.”
“It’s perfectly fine.”
“Still,” he said, fiddling with his verdant robes as they billowed in the wind. “It doesn’t hurt to be careful.”
Waving at her in a way that showed he was going back to the clearing regardless of what she said, he directed his flying sword to swerve around and then quickly few back in the direction of the tower. Arriving in front of the balcony, he stood over the tub and crossed his arms in an authoritative manner.
“Alright, you can stop hiding now.”
His ears were met with a calming silence that was punctuated by distant bird songs and the occasional crackle of the embers that still glowed hot within the stone fireplace.
“I know you’re here,” he said, his voice firm. “You can either come out and talk to me, or I can order you to.” When no response came, he said in a commanding tone, “Stop hiding and talk to me.”
A sudden, sputtering cough drew his attention to a distant corner of the room. A moment later, Delia’s pale figure abruptly appeared within his line of sight. She was sitting within a corner of the room like a child that had been put on timeout, arms around her knees with her head tilted downward.
“How much did you see?”
“All…all of it.”
Although her face was completely obscured by long sheets of luscious white hair, the redness of her ears revealed the extent of her embarrassment.
“Why did you come here?”
“To ask you something.”
“Why did you hide your presence?”
When she didn’t answer, he asked again with force to his tone.
“I was waiting for her to leave.”
“What did you want to ask me?”
Without looking up, she said with a quiet voice, “I wanted to ask for another divine fruit. I…I’ve never asked anyone for anything before, so I didn’t want her to see such a side of me. Not her…”
It seemed that Delia held a decent amount of respect for Nyla, which made sense considering that the latter was so capable with spiritual arrayments that her offensive techniques could even pose a threat to her. Aside from Nyla, Delia didn’t seem to have much of an opinion of the other members of the group aside from May, who she strongly disliked.
“So you hid your presence and wanted to wait for one of us to leave, so that you could ask me for a divine fruit?"
“You’re almost never alone. I figured that this would be my best chance.”
“Why didn’t you leave when we started hooking up?”
“I tried. But Nyla, she—she noticed as soon as I moved. I didn’t want you two to know I was here. I didn’t want to look so shameful.”
Delia usually spoke in curt tones, her words brief and succinct beneath an eternally disinterested gaze that tended to show disdain more than anything else. Now, however, her voice was light and flustered, to the point where it seemed as if she was on the verge of tears. Was this really the White Rogue that was infamous throughout the continent for her unrivalled strength and domineering disposition?
Thinking back, this wasn’t the first time that she had acted out of character.
“Have you spied on us before?”