The night was quiet and peaceful in the longhouse of Rainbow Guardian City.
Everyone had retired to their rooms after a long, joyful day. The three newborns — Shihao, Cailin, and Luo Feng — were sleeping soundly in their cradles, watched over by gentle wards. Lukas and Liora had gone to their chamber, exhausted but happy.
In your private room, the lanterns were dimmed to a soft glow.
Miya lay beside you on the large bed, still recovering from giving birth just days ago. She turned toward you, her silver hair spilling across the pillow, emerald eyes warm with longing. She slowly reached out and began touching you — her hand sliding under your clothes, fingers gently tracing your chest, then moving lower.
"I miss this so much…" she whispered huskily, voice soft so as not to wake anyone.
Her hand found your cock and wrapped around it, stroking you slowly and lovingly. She masturbated you with tender, practiced movements — squeezing gently, thumb circling the head, her touch full of affection and desire.
You responded by reaching for her, cupping one of her full, sensitive breasts. You squeezed it softly, then leaned in to suck on her nipple, tongue circling and teasing while your hand gently massaged the soft flesh. Miya let out a quiet, breathy moan, arching slightly into your touch, but she was careful — her body was still healing from childbirth, so she didn't push for full intercourse.
She kept stroking you steadily, her hand moving with increasing rhythm as she whispered loving, needy words:
"Even like this… I want you… I love feeling you in my hand…"
You continued sucking and squeezing her breasts, alternating between them, while she pumped you with her soft, warm palm. The intimacy was slow, tender, and deeply affectionate — focused on closeness and pleasure without risking her recovery.
Miya's breathing grew heavier, her moans soft and restrained. She brought you to the edge and then over it with skilled, loving strokes. You came quietly in her hand, spilling over her fingers as she continued gently milking every drop.
Afterward, she cleaned her hand with a soft cloth, then curled tightly against your chest, tail draping over your leg.
"Thank you, my lord…" she whispered, kissing your collarbone. "Even without going all the way… this feels perfect right now."
You held her close, both of you drifting into a warm, satisfied sleep.
The next morning arrived calm and bright.
Miya woke first, still nestled against you, a content smile on her face. From the other rooms, you could hear the soft sounds of the babies stirring and Lukas and Liora beginning their day.
The city outside was already waking up — another peaceful day in Rainbow Guardian City.