Kaira blinked rapidly, her blind silver eyes searching despite the darkness.
"Where... where are they?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "The others? I can't sense their energy signatures anymore."
Tianlong glanced around his private chamber. The massive room was a shrine to indulgence—dominated by a king-sized bed draped in crimson silk sheets. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined three walls, reflecting endless versions of opulence.
He carried Kaira's thick, naked body toward the bed. Her copper skin still glistened with sweat and dried cum from their earlier marathon sessions. She felt heavy in his arms—solid muscle wrapped in feminine softness.
"Preparing you," he said simply, laying her down on the cool silk. "Before we meet my wives."
Kaira's body tensed. "You... you have many wives?"
"Yeah. Many." He smirked, looking down at her spread form. "But not as many as I got today."
