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The carriage bumped along the official road in the outskirts of the Capital; the atmosphere inside the carriage was both erotic and tense. The Hero sat in the main seat, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the four women, trying to hide his inner unease. Shasha leaned against the Hero as usual, her gauze dress deliberately revealing her fair shoulder and full breasts. She moved close intentionally, her slender hand stroking the Hero's thigh, and whispered: "Lord Hero, I'm so bored; how about we play something stimulating?"
Loxi sat opposite her, her pregnant belly protruding. Her gently swinging white-stockinged legs suddenly stopped, and she said sweetly: "Sister Shasha, trying to bully Brother Hero again?" Yeli, on the side, crossed her arms with mockery in her eyes, her fangs slightly showing: "You guys want to start a party in the carriage? Careful you don't flip the carriage with the shaking!"
The Hero tried to maintain his sanity, saying low: "You guys... stop messing around! This mission is important, the Minister of Military Affairs..." Before he could finish, Shasha's red lips slammed onto his mouth, her tongue plundering wantonly in his mouth, their saliva pulling into glistening silver threads. Yeli, not to be outdone, leaned over to take the Hero's earlobe into her mouth, her tongue licking lightly, teasing him until his body trembled. Loxi bit her lower lip, her slender hand reaching under her skirt to rub her clitoris, her juices sliding down her white silk stockings as she groaned: "So annoying... making me want it too..."
The atmosphere inside the carriage became increasingly lewd, with the sounds of slapping and wetness intertwining. Outside the carriage, Nami and I sat side-by-side in the driver's seat, the reins shaking lightly in my hands as the horses moved steadily forward. The cloak on Nami's body fluttered in the wind; although the magic crests were suppressed, her body still emitted a faint erotic fragrance. She turned her head to look at me, her pretty face slightly red, her eyes flashing with a trace of desire, like a long-suppressed flame finally ignited. She whispered: "Lord Renault..." Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a sense of coquettishness, her body instinctively leaning over as her soft breasts pressed against my arm.
I raised an eyebrow, let out a low laugh, and teased deliberately: "Oh? Why so proactive all of a sudden? Weren't you half-resisting with a stubborn look before?" My gaze swept over her body, my hand resting on her as I spoke. The moans from inside the carriage rose and fell, adding a bit of stimulation to the intimacy between me and Nami.
Hearing this, Nami's face turned even redder. She looked down and bit her lower lip, her slender hand gently tugging at the corner of my clothes as she said sweetly: "Lord Renault... I... after Lord Dreamy's training, I understand many things." She paused, her eyes flashing with a complex light, as if recalling some unsightly scenes, "The Hero... he is fickle, he abandoned me, and stayed with them... I don't want to deceive myself anymore. After our previous intimacy... I already belong to you." Her voice grew lower and lower, carrying a hint of shyness and frankness; her hidden tail gave a light flick under her cloak, as if she couldn't help but reveal her demonic nature.
I laughed out loud, mockery flashing in my eyes. I leaned closer to her and whispered: "Is that so? But the Hero is inside the carriage having fun with my wives. If he heard those words, I'm afraid he'd cough up blood in anger, right?" My breath blew into her ear, teasing her until her body gave a jolt and her face became as red as an apple.
Nami pouted, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, and she said coquettishly: "If he hears it, let him hear it! What is he? Nothing but a self-righteous lecher! Being by Lord Dreamy's side, I've long seen through his true face!" She deliberately thrust her chest out, the protrusion of her nipples faintly visible. She leaned closer to me, her slender hand boldly sliding toward my chest, and whispered: "Lord Renault, I only want... I only want to serve you well..." Her red lips opened slightly as she took the initiative to move in, her soft lips pressing against mine, her fragrant tongue plundering tentatively in my mouth, carrying a bit of greenness and desire.
I laughed low and unceremoniously cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss. My tongue tangled wantonly in her mouth, our saliva pulling into glistening silver threads. My other hand slid to her waist, following the curve down to rub her fair butt-cheeks through her skirt, feeling the light trembling of her body. Nami's honey-hole involuntarily moistened, and the erotic fragrance became even more intense, like an aphrodisiac poison. The sounds of slapping and moaning from the carriage became the best background music; while the Hero was indulging in pleasure with my wives inside, I was outside having an affair with his childhood friend—the taboo nature of this contrast made the giant object in my crotch start to harden.
Noticing my change, Nami's eyes flashed with a hint of craftiness. Her right hand boldly slid to my crotch, lightly stroking my cock through my pants, and she whispered: "Lord Renault... so big... it feels like... it's much bigger than his..." Her tone carried surprise and shock, as if she had a renewed sensation regarding my cock. For a moment, I couldn't help but squeeze her waist, almost wanting to lift her skirt and deliver justice on the spot on this official road. But logic remained; I patted her buttocks and whispered: "Little slut, don't be in a hurry. It's not convenient on the official road; once we reach a resting point, I'll take good care of you."
Hearing this, Nami's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment, yet she nodded with anticipation and said sweetly: "Then... I'll just bear with it for now~ Lord Renault, don't forget!" She licked her red lips, rearranged her cloak, and sat back in her original spot, though her eyes still shimmered with longing.