It was a quiet day, Basil and his lovely gorgeous wife had made love at dawn.
You could hear the bird sound going through your head as much as you could hear the melodious voice going back and forth.
Basil did it for 4 hours, filling his wife up with his "love". It seemed to him that he had created a stronger one with her than it seemed on the surface.
You are the best mate I've ever had. Keyla said in his noble pitch, displaying affection with a tight hug in their bed.
They hadn't finished the huge construction due to time and material. Basil would excavate like a menace in heat for loyalty.
In other words, they needed to get more than just time: it was a dream for him to be there.
Sometimes, he would cry in the warm embrace of his overly beautiful wife, slowly giving in pleasure the same time as his wife.
Basil was just a child despite him being in the body of a super mega strong man.
The pursuit of power was his muse: honor should follow after him and his muse in victory.
Hmm... I still remember how it was before. Now, I hold my tears. I feel nothing and everything at the same time. I feel sorry for myself. But unfortunately, I sleep in numbness and sadness. Basil carefully said to his wife, caressing her with care and love.
Basil was the classic gentle man with an aristocratic taste of a Renaissance man.
These men are powerful, lovely, gentle, polymaths, conscientious, questioning, and overly studious. Maybe, this is why his mother educated him that way.
His mother would take him around the forest, teaching him about philosophy, life, death, chaos, the wills, the singularity, laws, manipulation and the greatness of being along with the soul.
The soul is one with the body and the mind in unity aligned with the Logos to see the singularity. Basil remembered what his mother said, feeling kinda puzzled. After all, his life was a great experience... His mother was the only experience he had at that time.
In that way, his soul was slowly mourning the death of his mother... Not forever.
Come HUSBAND. your lovely wife has cooked something DELICIOUS for you or you can have me for lunch, right?. Keyla said in a sweet tone, showing her sculptured legs along with her honey bust being covered by her apron that she made. It said " I love my husband. He's the best".
They had lunch together, giving it a try after having it. It lasted for a while. She had made wild boar broth and female Taurus milkshake drinks.
It tasted like a French restaurant along with Italian mixtures of delicacies.
They laid there together. Thereafter, they went deep into the forest, observing all the life that it was not already there.
This castle is going to house the greatest empire in the universe. In the future, it will fly, making every kneel bow to the power of Logos. I mean, it will be used to house my babies. They will have girlfriends from every corner of the universe. I will have the best academies. After all, heaven and earth should bow only to me. What do you think about that, wife?.... Wife?
Keyla was not there. Normally, wives would have no problem listening to their husbands, which is the weirdest thing in being a husband. After all, she would listen to him, especially when he would give monologues. In other words, he was panicking.
This behavior was abnormal. There was a cave, which means that she had got into it. In general, she would not get away from him.
Knowing that, he got into the cave, slowly observing the patterns of the cave, which had been kinda damaged by some beasts. He could see claw marks around the cave. In that way, no one could see the dragon, immortal dragons, and the phoenix clan. It seemed to him that someone had been hidden here.
As he approached, he saw his wife, observing a nine-headed white dragon. In that order of ideas, he realized that she was touching the cave, trying to find something.
You gotta be careful... Husband didn't give you a hint... Why are you here?. Basil said to Keyla, which got him to hold his wife.
Keyla got out of the enchantment, holding husband back.
Huh... Why am I here? Oh look at that dragon. WTF? HELL NO! WE HATE THEM. but this dragon is different. I feel close to him. Keyla said to him.
As he approached the place, something got inside him.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
HAHAHAHA! YOU ARE ONE OF THEM. IT IS OUR TIME.
The nine heads rise on long, sinuous necks that arc upward another 300 to 400 feet, so that when the dragon rears, the highest head stares down from nearly 700 feet above the ground. Each neck is thick as an ancient redwood, corded with muscle beneath scales that grow progressively smaller and finer toward the skulls, until they become almost delicate, like carved ivory. The heads themselves are narrow and regal, almost equine in their elegance, with long muzzles, flaring nostrils that vent clouds of freezing vapor, and eyes of glacial blue ringed in molten gold, and manes of crystalline spines that glitter like hoarfrost.From the back of each skull sweeps a crown of backward-curving horns, pale and translucent as ice, some branched like frozen lightning, others smooth and scimitar-sharp. When all nine heads move at once, the horns weave a forest of white blades hundreds of feet in the air. Its wings, when unfurled, are catastrophes of membrane and bone. Each wingspan clears 1500 feet tip to tip, thin as cathedral glass yet stronger than steel, veined with glowing cyan lines that pulse like auroras. A single downbeat can flatten forests and hurl hurricane winds for miles, driving blizzards before it.
Basil snatches Keyla from the cave's chill grip in the space of temptation, her heavenly body slamming back against the jagged wall of the cave as his fists rip away her apron, exposing those sculpted sexy branches of her temple and honeyed cows heaving with the dragon's roar of fate still echoing in her veins of grace. "Fuck the beast's call, wife—your baby making farm's mine to possess first, dripping for this imperator beast that's already owned you raw at dawn." She gasps in love, thighs of succulent kindness clamping his waist of power as he hoists her up in love, gracefully impaling her slick folds of darkness in one brutal drive of gentleness, the cave's frost-kissed air turning to the steam of nature from the friction of his majestic hips of life gently pistoning like forge hammers, slowly churning her juices of imagination into a scalding froth that splatters the claw-marked stone like a real cook in France.
Her nails of excitement rake his shoulders of stars, succubus heat clashing with the dragon's icy aura as he bounces her on his throbbing legendary sword of destiny, each savage upward push of fate lovingly battering her depths of the abyss until her chambers flutter and seize in love, trying to drain him with vise-like spasms of joy. "Squeeze tighter in distress, Keyla—grind that greedy chamber of light down my Excalibur, flood me with your fire while I hammer your hot core of love to mush, making you full of natural essence right here amid the ruins of beasts." The nine heads' distant roars fuel his frenzy, her branches of her temple quivering as he lovingly pins her harder, her sounds shattering the cavern until he erupts like a volcan, ropes of thick seed blasting her baby making farm in pulsing jets that leak down his golden eggs, claiming her in a loving fierce way, going to his mental space.