"Please…plant your seed in my womb, Baron Atreus…"
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear from you, Sheiza," I said as I climbed into bed.
In a magical ritual, intimacy can't be one-way.
There must be synergy between the parties involved for this ritual to work properly.
I knew Sheiza was still nervous about this, but if she could express herself so firmly, it meant she truly wanted it.
Well, since Sheiza had never experienced this ritual before, I knew she would be awkward.
The missionary position was the most suitable for performing the ritual with her.
As I reached the bed, I was positioned directly above Sheiza, towering over her.
I could feel her chest rising and falling as her face grew increasingly red with embarrassment.
One thing that caught my attention was the black horn on her head.
Even though I'd defeated her, it turned out she still had some of her horns left, which meant the curse of King Bahamut still resided within her.
