บท 1844: Blessing

"Mm…. mm mm… hm…" 

Dyon held Madeleine's waist close to his torso, so closely in fact that it was as though he was determined to meld her body into his own. 

A faint translucent liquid fell from between her legs, and considering the panties hung from a single slender leg's ankle to the side, there was nothing left between it and the floor below. 

Madeleine could feel Dyon deep inside of her, but their movements were shallow and intimate. If it wasn't for the slow grinding rotation of their hips, one would almost think that nothing too lewd was occurring. 

A part of her yearned for the speed to increase, but another enjoyed Dyon's gentle but firm caressing. The feeling of his body pressed flush against hers, of his hard, toned torso opened to her every touch and pleasure, it filled her with an endless contentment. 

'You really want me to represent the Flaming Lily Sect and not the Mortal Alliance?'