UnconqueredChapter 9
The Starshrike moved above the clouds, the sun sparkling on her hull, and cold wind whipping past the shimmering shield of deflective mana as the Unconquered stood, a foot raised, his hands planted before his chest as he tried to concentrate while his wife Xora and his wife Ceaith had extremely energetic, oil slicked sex. Ember opened one eye to peek as Xora – her normal fashions having slipped due to the swiftness of her stripping – threw one muscular leg up, her toes curling as her gasping...