Princess Xynalia slowly opened her eyes. When her mind cleared, she found herself lying on the carpeted floor.
The first rays of sunlight peeked inside the room, giving its interior a faint light.
The Princess slowly propped herself into a seating position before glancing at her surroundings.
Aside from her, five other succubi lay on the floor, still sleeping with satisfied looks on their faces.
It took the Princess a while to recall what happened, leading to he sleeping on the carpet instead of the bed.
When the mory of last night's incident finally dawned on her, she imdiately inspected her body.
She had no clothes on, having removed them for her attempt to seduce the teenage boy who had caught her fancy.
Princess Xynalia had great confidence in her beauty and body, which she believed would make any young man turn like a wild wolf, howling into the night for a chance to make love to her.
What many didn't know was that, just like her sister, she was still a chaste maiden.
After an initial inspection, the succubus princess sighed in both relief and disappointnt.
Relief because her purity was still intact, and disappointnt because Zion didn't embrace her when he had the chance.
'Just what happened last night?' Princess Xynalia frowned. 'I can rember trying to remove Zion's pants. Then, he pressed his hands together as if in prayer. After that… he said sothing.'
She tried to recall what the young man said, but the word eluded her.
The last thing she rembered was seeing little Zion, who wasn't little at all.
After that, she blanked out.
When she rembered that scene, a blush crept on Princess Xynalia's face.
'N-No way,' Princess Xynalia thought. 'Did Zion slap with his thing and knock unconscious?'
The Princess imdiately tossed this ridiculous assumption to the side.
It wasn't just her who collapsed on the carpeted floor that night, and there was no way the teenage boy would do such a vulgar thing to her and her handmaidens.
'Then, what happened?' Princess Xynalia's frown deepened. 'Zion is just a Rookie, and we're stronger than him. He couldn't possibly escape us since there are six of us, and we're all holding onto his body.
She glanced again at the other succubus, still sleeping peacefully.
Their chests rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
Their beautiful naked bodies didn't show any sign of injury or strain. But the question nagged at her—how had Zion managed to resist, or worse, overpower them in so way?
And yet, one thing was certain.
Although she couldn't rember what happened, her body did.
The Princess' face reddened a bit as she recalled that overwhelming sense of pleasure that washed over her like a raging tide, knocking her unconscious.
It was as if ti had been stopped for a brief period as the teenage boy used his devilish techniques on them to bring them to the peak of pleasure, not once, not twice, but countless tis.
After that, he made ti flow once more, and those emotions piled on top of each other, overwhelming their senses.
Princess Xynalia shuddered a bit. If Zion had malicious intentions, he might have done sothing to turn their brains into mush, turning them into living vegetables.
'Oh, Zion, you really exceeded my expectations,' Princess Xynalia thought as she tried to stand up with shaky legs.
She still couldn't muster her strength, but she needed to wake her handmaidens to make sure that they were truly fine.
While this was happening, soone else slowly opened their eyes and woke up to a new day.
Unlike Princess Xynalia, whose entire body felt like mush, Thirteen woke up with his head resting on Princess Aracelle's chest, his lips pressed against her…
He felt so comfortable in her embrace that he didn't want to move. Since that was the case, he closed his eyes and acted like the big baby that he was.
This was sothing that he would never do with the succubus princess, as well as her handmaidens, who were only after a one-night stand.
He wasn't that kind of person.
If he embraced soone, he would take responsibility for it, just like he did for the Majin Princess, who was holding him in a loving embrace.
Princess Aracelle's skin radiated a gentle warmth, her scent a subtle blend of spice and sweetness that he could almost taste with every breath that he took.
Her heartbeat pulsed steadily beneath his cheek, nestled in her seductive hills, grounding him in a mont that felt strangely sacred.
He didn't move.
He didn't want to.
And when her fingers began to comb slowly through his hair, each stroke deliberate, careful, he found himself sinking deeper into her presence.
"You're awake," Thirteen murmured, voice low and almost hesitant.
"Mhm," Aracelle whispered, her lips brushing against his forehead. "I've been awake for a while now… but I didn't want to disturb you, my little baby."
Her voice was different than usual.
It was soft, tender, and affectionate, stripped of the pride and command she wore like armor as the treasured princess of House Pavareth.
There was no teasing, no challenge. Only warmth. Only her.
Thirteen tilted his head upward, eting her gaze.
Her loving eyes reflected his image.
There was sothing fragile in the way she looked at him now, like she had opened a part of herself that no one else had seen.
"I love you, Zion," Princess Aracelle said softly, her thumb brushing his cheek. "More than you'll ever know."
"I know," Thirteen replied with certainty. "I will do my best to love you as well."
Princess Aracelle had a heart-to-heart talk with Shana, Erica, and Sherry.
The three ladies, who also loved Zion, told her that he was still in the process of understanding what love was.
This was why Zion didn't usually use the words "I love you." He simply had yet to understand what love was.
Silence wrapped around them again, but it wasn't empty.
He closed the distance and kissed her softly. Just once.
Not out of desire. Not out of impulse.
But out of respect for the lady, who had chosen him as her significant other.
Aracelle's fingers curled against his back, and she returned the kiss, just as gently. As if they both knew that this was not a mont to be rushed.
Not taken.
But cherished.
When they pulled apart, her eyes shimred faintly in the morning light.
The Princess was about to kiss him again, but she noticed sothing behind her beloved.
Erica, Sherry, and Shana were looking at her, as if telling her to "go on, please continue," making the corner of her lips twitch.
The three young ladies had amused looks on their faces, as if they were watching a romance story where the main leads were making out with each other after waking in the morning.
The princess sighed internally, but she still moved to give Thirteen's lips three quick pecks before holding him close and brushing his hair gently.
A few minutes later, Princess Aracelle reluctantly released his grip on her beloved, allowing her other "sisters" to also greet him good morning.
Soft kisses and whispers of love echoed faintly inside the bedroom.
Half an hour later, Thirteen finally rose from the bed. Night had passed, and he wanted to check on Roland and the others.
He was the one who brought them to the City of Velmusa, and he wanted to make sure that they didn't turn into dry husks after spending an intimate night with the succubus race.
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