The steaming waters of the Sacred Nine-Dragon Bathhouse lapped quietly against the marble steps as the echoes of the battle faded into the sound-severed dome overhead.
Pinned flush against Alaric's bare, muscular torso in the waist-deep water, Imperial Consort De, Yan Ruyu, trembled from head to toe.
With her Late-Stage Martial King meridians completely sealed by Alaric's arcane lock, the proud Chief Arbiter of the Inner Court had only the physical strength of an ordinary woman left in her limbs. Her massive, wet, snow-white breasts were crushed flat against Alaric's hard chest, her crooked silver-rimmed spectacles were steamed over on the bridge of her nose, and her wide, sensual hips and bare thighs were pressed tightly against the front of his black silk trousers—where she could already feel the terrifying, rock-hard outline of his swelling manhood pressing against her lower belly.
