The interior of the massive, golden primary tent was a sweltering, heavily perfumed crucible of absolute moral collapse. The air was thick with the suffocating, humid scent of crushed lotus, sweat, and the heavy, unmistakable musk of raw, relentless copulation. Princess Huang Mei and Princess Huang Hua lay tangled together on a pile of ruined silk cushions, their incredibly toned, athletic bodies trembling violently. They were completely exhausted, their flawless skin marked with blooming purple bruises and stark red handprints, their minds rendered blissfully, mindlessly blank from the dozens of devastating orgasms Alaric had dragged from their youthful frames.
Now, they were reduced to mere spectators. Their heavy, exhausted eyelids fluttered as they lay on the carpets, their hands lazily, instinctively drifting down to rub their own swollen, dripping clitorises as they watched the wandering scholar turn his terrifying, boundless stamina entirely upon their mothers.
