Warm amber firelight from the twin bronze braziers danced across the snow-fox furs of the wide couch, illuminating the three peerless imperial consorts of the Celestial Dragon Empire as Archmage Alaric Steele pulled Noble Consort Cui Yulan up onto his lap between Imperial Consort Xian Zhao Mengxue and Imperial Consort Shu Su Xianye.
Outside the high stone walls of the private estate, the winter wind howled across the roofs of Azure Fall City, carrying the distant, fading noise of drunk officers staggering home from the Grand Garrison Hall. Inside the inner bedchamber, sealed behind the "Sound-Severed Void Ward", the air was hot, quiet, and thick with the sweet aroma of aged spirit-sandalwood.
Sitting straddling Alaric's muscular thighs, Cui Yulan gasped softly as the swollen, scorching-hot tip of his thick shaft brushed against the slick, bare folds between her legs.
