Having left the kingdom of giants, Draftt. Asai sat within the castle that was reserved entirely to him, as the others would make do with the dormitories that existed within the lower deck.
Greatly annoyed by the realization that he had been played around by the king of giants, who was also fiddled around by the thumbs of a fake-dragon. One, in which he wasn't allowed to slaughter, to cash-in on the experience points gained from finding an enemy that was high enough in levels to benefit from, which was becoming an extreme rarity the higher he rose in prowess.
The man had mostly kept to himself as he pondered over, and remade the plans he had in mind. With the exclusion of the giants, and the head-ache that was Azul, the blue-dekan, perhaps the final decision as to whether the kingdom of giants were to be classified as enemies or not. As surely, the lower-classes of Etton were clueless as to their real-masters that controlled the city underground, would be left to Queen Victoria to make, as she was after all the sovereign.
..
Robin Sol, who simply allowed Asai's desire to time-alone, pass through one ear and out the other, ignored the man who was some-what grumpy as he had tasted a flavour in which he hadn't for quite some time, failure.
Perhaps the last time he could remember swallowing such a large-pill, was back when Arthur Del Lagos had delayed his march towards the middle-front, ensuring the man had no chances of saving any of the humans that were being slaughtered by the elves. As a man who had resources available, more than the average human did, it greatly annoyed him that he failed to foresee such a possible factor and outcome.
Robin slipped off her boots, as she simply allowed her half-length cloak to slip off her shoulders, before climbing into the queen-sized bed that her man laid upon whilst absentmindedly staring at the wooden ceiling.
Laying her soft-cheek upon his chest, she silently listened to the soothing heartbeat that drummed away within him, a distinct sound noticeable only to the half-elf that was favoured by the lingering magical-particles that existed within the air, the oxygen, the rocks and the atmosphere itself. The sound of energy gushing, surging and traversing throughout his body as she almost caught onto the man's thoughts that existed as remnant-memories, lines-of-thought that was expelled with each exhale of air.
And whilst she was unable to decipher the language the man's brain worked in, she caught onto glimpses within the myriad of thought-bubbles that floated like fireflies. Feeling her eyes burn from mana-abuse, as well as her brain tire from the pounding headache of trying to decipher and comprehend the man she loved, she closed off the world of mana and left its abstract-glow.
Snuggling her face into his chest, as she reacquainted herself with the warmth of his human-body, as well as the fibres of the leather that scratched her chin, Robin gazed into the man's face as she painted it upon another imaginary canvas within her mind. Outlining his sharp jawline, his soft-skin and its healthy-glow, his nose that was perfectly sculpted and smooth, as well as the natural sharpness of his eyes that housed those abyssally-dark opals that saw the world differently.
Having listened to many tales and stories from the man, she found it increasingly fascinating that the two whilst being equally unique in their own right of visual-capability, were also quite similar as no one else thus far had eyes like theirs. Whilst Robin Sol experienced the abstract world that doubled-over reality, magical-insects and birds that no one else could see but her, Asai saw a world that was highly quantified and presented in numbers and information.
These very same rainbow-coloured fireflies, whilst within her childhood she believed to be a fragment of her imagination, akin to a child with its toys. By now, the girl had realized that they were somewhat spectating her, following, guiding her in some capacity. And whilst every other living being equally had a glow, an aura of that own. Although not as vibrant, as large or distinctive, as beings without mana-hearts appeared in a simple grey-glow that beat as their hearts did. The glows that belonged to people who had mana-organs, and in correspondence to their quantified levels of combat-prowess, information received from her man, their auras, glow and brilliance of colours became stronger. On the other hand, the man she laid upon wasn't surrounding by such radiance, to the point that the man appeared to be a living black hole, as the swirling particles of radiant-dust seemed to run from him.
Perhaps the closest person who shared such an aura with her man was Bethel. Recalling the glow around that pink-haired warrior, Robin could vaguely remember how weird her radiance was, almost as if it were artificially-created. Gifted and bestowed upon her vessel, perhaps by the heavens? As she was supposedly the designated [Hero] after all.
..
Seeing as the man made no attempts to communicate, to start up a conversation even if mundane, Robin climbed up and over his body as she seated herself on his stomach before undoing his belt and pulling his soft-penis out.
Licking and slathering saliva across both palms, she swiftly wrapped and gripped his rod between both, like a cock-sleeve she started to massage and stroke his tip. Swirling circles around the head with her slimy-thumb as her other hand continued to tug and squeeze upon the shaft.
Whilst the man she sat upon still made no comment or noticeable action, apart from the gentle-rising of his breathing as his chest rose and lowered, lifting and lowering her ass. Robin shifted her position higher, up upon his chest before leaning down and wrapping her tongue around his dick.
"Lets see if you can ignore this! "
Vacuuming and sucking as hard as she could, as if the milkshake within her drink was entirely too thick and required forceful-suction to traverse through the thin-straw within her mouth. She caused the man's legs to flex and straight as she forcefully sent the man into an orgasm.
kophzi Information taken from:
https://www.amymaroney.com/2021/10/30/life-on-a-venetian-galley/
medieval galley/boat, that utilizes both oars and sails to traverse the waters.
Having left the kingdom of giants, Draftt. Asai sat within the castle that was reserved entirely to him, as the others would make do with the dormitories that existed within the lower deck.
Greatly annoyed by the realization that he had been played around by the king of giants, who was also fiddled around by the thumbs of a fake-dragon. One, in which he wasn't allowed to slaughter, to cash-in on the experience points gained from finding an enemy that was high enough in levels to benefit from, which was becoming an extreme rarity the higher he rose in prowess.
The man had mostly kept to himself as he pondered over, and remade the plans he had in mind. With the exclusion of the giants, and the head-ache that was Azul, the blue-dekan, perhaps the final decision as to whether the kingdom of giants were to be classified as enemies or not. As surely, the lower-classes of Etton were clueless as to their real-masters that controlled the city underground, would be left to Queen Victoria to make, as she was after all the sovereign.
..
Robin Sol, who simply allowed Asai's desire to time-alone, pass through one ear and out the other, ignored the man who was some-what grumpy as he had tasted a flavour in which he hadn't for quite some time, failure.
Perhaps the last time he could remember swallowing such a large-pill, was back when Arthur Del Lagos had delayed his march towards the middle-front, ensuring the man had no chances of saving any of the humans that were being slaughtered by the elves. As a man who had resources available, more than the average human did, it greatly annoyed him that he failed to foresee such a possible factor and outcome.
Robin slipped off her boots, as she simply allowed her half-length cloak to slip off her shoulders, before climbing into the queen-sized bed that her man laid upon whilst absentmindedly staring at the wooden ceiling.
Laying her soft-cheek upon his chest, she silently listened to the soothing heartbeat that drummed away within him, a distinct sound noticeable only to the half-elf that was favoured by the lingering magical-particles that existed within the air, the oxygen, the rocks and the atmosphere itself. The sound of energy gushing, surging and traversing throughout his body as she almost caught onto the man's thoughts that existed as remnant-memories, lines-of-thought that was expelled with each exhale of air.
And whilst she was unable to decipher the language the man's brain worked in, she caught onto glimpses within the myriad of thought-bubbles that floated like fireflies. Feeling her eyes burn from mana-abuse, as well as her brain tire from the pounding headache of trying to decipher and comprehend the man she loved, she closed off the world of mana and left its abstract-glow.
Snuggling her face into his chest, as she reacquainted herself with the warmth of his human-body, as well as the fibres of the leather that scratched her chin, Robin gazed into the man's face as she painted it upon another imaginary canvas within her mind. Outlining his sharp jawline, his soft-skin and its healthy-glow, his nose that was perfectly sculpted and smooth, as well as the natural sharpness of his eyes that housed those abyssally-dark opals that saw the world differently.
Having listened to many tales and stories from the man, she found it increasingly fascinating that the two whilst being equally unique in their own right of visual-capability, were also quite similar as no one else thus far had eyes like theirs. Whilst Robin Sol experienced the abstract world that doubled-over reality, magical-insects and birds that no one else could see but her, Asai saw a world that was highly quantified and presented in numbers and information.
These very same rainbow-coloured fireflies, whilst within her childhood she believed to be a fragment of her imagination, akin to a child with its toys. By now, the girl had realized that they were somewhat spectating her, following, guiding her in some capacity. And whilst every other living being equally had a glow, an aura of that own. Although not as vibrant, as large or distinctive, as beings without mana-hearts appeared in a simple grey-glow that beat as their hearts did. The glows that belonged to people who had mana-organs, and in correspondence to their quantified levels of combat-prowess, information received from her man, their auras, glow and brilliance of colours became stronger. On the other hand, the man she laid upon wasn't surrounding by such radiance, to the point that the man appeared to be a living black hole, as the swirling particles of radiant-dust seemed to run from him.
Perhaps the closest person who shared such an aura with her man was Bethel. Recalling the glow around that pink-haired warrior, Robin could vaguely remember how weird her radiance was, almost as if it were artificially-created. Gifted and bestowed upon her vessel, perhaps by the heavens? As she was supposedly the designated [Hero] after all.
..
Seeing as the man made no attempts to communicate, to start up a conversation even if mundane, Robin climbed up and over his body as she seated herself on his stomach before undoing his belt and pulling his soft-penis out.
Licking and slathering saliva across both palms, she swiftly wrapped and gripped his rod between both, like a cock-sleeve she started to massage and stroke his tip. Swirling circles around the head with her slimy-thumb as her other hand continued to tug and squeeze upon the shaft.
Whilst the man she sat upon still made no comment or noticeable action, apart from the gentle-rising of his breathing as his chest rose and lowered, lifting and lowering her ass. Robin shifted her position higher, up upon his chest before leaning down and wrapping her tongue around his dick.
"Lets see if you can ignore this! "
Vacuuming and sucking as hard as she could, as if the milkshake within her drink was entirely too thick and required forceful-suction to traverse through the thin-straw within her mouth. She caused the man's legs to flex and straight as she forcefully sent the man into an orgasm.
kophzi Information taken from:
https://www.amymaroney.com/2021/10/30/life-on-a-venetian-galley/
medieval galley/boat, that utilizes both oars and sails to traverse the waters.
