Capítulo 28: Chapter 28-Passionate Abandon

To explore in depth? Alan clearly understood what Queen Agatha of Rivenland meant by the word "deep exploration."

Encountering a woman in the Human World who was smitten with him at first sight, Alan felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Without hesitation, he extended his hand, his fingertips emitting flickers of golden light as he wrote on the letter, "I shall certainly arrive as scheduled!"

The golden script then vanished from the paper.

Moments later, another line of text appeared on the letter, this time in purple-pink, ending with a pen-drawn heart. It looked as if it had just been written. Seeing this, Alan shook his head; Queen Agatha was indeed as he had expected.

As a genius magus and one of the most prestigious figures on the continent, she had never found a satisfactory partner over the years.

Now, having encountered Alan, her emotions ignited like dry wood meeting a raging fire, unable to be contained. Her heart's affections blazed brightly, without any attempt at concealment.

Likewise, despite having lived for a thousand years and seen many beauties, Alan felt a deep appreciation for such a remarkable woman.

Following the queen's guidance, he arrived at a location with a teleportation magic pattern. Standing on the purple pattern drawn into a magic circle, Alan's figure vanished from the spot and was transported to Queen Agatha's private chamber.

"Dear Alan, you really came!"

In the spacious room ahead, Agatha, the Queen, sits by the bed. Rising to her feet, she gracefully approaches Alan.

Her attire, originally a regal queen's gown, transforms into a semi-transparent, light chiffon dress under the spell of her magical hands.

The dignified court dress, once adorned with jewels, now becomes a misty off-shoulder thin skirt.

As a breeze blows through the window, the hem of her skirt dances lightly, revealing fleeting glimpses of allure.

She steps closer to Alan, boldly cups his chin, tiptoes, and tilts her head to bring her cherry lips close to his.

She offers a passionate kiss, while her other hand wraps around Alan's sturdy back. In that moment, their desires become uncontrollable, igniting fiercely.

As their kiss intensifies, their breathing grows more rapid and primal, casting aside all semblance of propriety.

The restrictive outer garments are quickly torn away in their fervor. The two begin to engage in more intimate acts.

Alan effortlessly lifts Queen Agatha into his arms, bending her shapely legs and wrapping them around him.

In response, Agatha encircles his neck with her arms, showering his cheeks and neck with kisses and soft murmurs, whispering seductive words.

She then reaches for Alan's collar, pulling it open to reveal his collarbone.

Gazing at the disheveled perfection before her, Agatha's eyes blaze with a wild desire, and she greedily caresses him.

Meanwhile, Alan is equally pleased and reciprocates by stroking her slender waist and venturing beneath her clothing.

Both are now fully immersed in their passions, casting aside all inhibitions. They begin to explore each other's secret gardens, their desire evident in their eyes.

They exchange playful, lustful glances and, guided by Agatha's intoxicated smile, Alan carries her to the bed, which is draped in luxurious gold-threaded velvet.

Agatha then positions herself astride Alan's thighs, allowing her legs to part naturally. She playfully pushes Alan down and takes the initiative, rubbing her body against him in a teasing manner.

Bending over, her tongue traces a path from his abdomen, over his chest, along the sternum, to his collarbone, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

Finally, gazing into his flawless face with a smile, she takes hold of his face, tilting it to the side. Alan responds by flipping over, shifting from a passive to a more dominant role.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, Alan tenderly strokes Agatha's hair, lifting a strand to his nose and inhaling its scent deeply.

The fragrance is delightful, a unique blend of floral essence, exotic spices, and a rare aroma that seems intrinsic to the queen herself.

This sensory indulgence propels them further into a realm of unbridled passion, transitioning from playful foreplay into the heat of intense desire.

Their exploration of each other's intimate realms ignites a fiery passion, leading them to consummate their union.

Like rivers merging into the ocean, their connection is profound and seamless, evoking the image of the Divine Pillar restraining the abyss.

They are swept away by waves of extraordinary pleasure, soaring as if ascending to the heavens.

For Queen Agatha, this experience is a revelation of exquisite joy, her first taste of such blissful ecstasy.

She reaches a pinnacle of delight, her euphoric cries resonating like the song of larks. With each rhythmic motion of Alan's body, her excitement and abandon escalate, reaching a crescendo of exhilaration and oblivion.

Lost in the moment, Agatha's consciousness blurs, her eyes brimming with tears of intense emotion.

Her body trembles with the intensity of the experience, leaving her momentarily dazed and overwhelmed.

As she slowly regains her senses, a longing for more lingers in her heart, a desire for the ecstasy that has just enveloped her.

"How do you feel, my beauty?" Alan's deep, magnetic voice breaks the silence.

Exhaling softly, Agatha, the Queen, responds with a voice soft and languorous. "You were incredible, my darling!"

Her gaze towards Alan is filled with lingering affection. Her lips part slightly, as if savoring the sweet remnants of their recent escapade, echoing deep within her soul.

"Then, shall we continue?" Alan proposes calmly, adding, "Today, you are the hostess, and I, your guest. I shall comply with your desires, offering as much pleasure as you wish."

At these words, Agatha's skin tingles with excitement, quickly subsiding into a warm glow. "Really? You are too wonderful!" she exclaims.

"I wish you could stay with me like this forever. But what we just shared... it felt like our souls were intertwined, as if I'm living a dream."

With renewed interest sparkling in her eyes, yet with a hint of playful provocation in her voice, Agatha suggests, "For the next part, could you be a bit rougher?"

Alan smiles and nods, replying, "Of course, my little wildcat!"

In the ensuing moments, Alan and Queen Agatha embark on another round of passionate embrace, this time introducing new dynamics and intensity into their union.

Alan, embodying the very essence of a deity, was immune to fatigue, reveling in the unbridled passion that marked his encounter with Queen Agatha.

She, having tasted such intense pleasure for the first time, was relentless in her desires.

However, as a mortal, her endurance had limits, and she soon found herself overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking, playfully begging for respite.

"My darling, please, spare me! There's a banquet tonight, and at this rate, I fear I might not be able to walk for days!" she entreated with a mix of seductiveness and earnestness.

For Alan, the experience was akin to taming a wild horse on the endless steppes – exhilarating and empowering.

Having mastered the mare's temperament, he was lost in the ecstasy of the ride, not yet willing to dismount from this indulgent journey.

When Agatha, her voice tinged with a blend of exhaustion and exhilaration, implored once more, "Truly, my love, if we continue like this, I might faint!"

Alan responded with a playful pinch to her flushed cheek, teasingly countering, "But a moment ago, weren't you the one who wanted to engage in three hundred rounds of passionate battle with me?"

"Next time, I promise," Agatha quickly interjected, her tone shifting to convey urgency and concern.

"Also, there's something important I need to tell you. In my royal city, I've found that numerous individuals harbor ill intentions towards you."

Her words carried the weight of a queen's worry for a cherished companion.