Karel's body is strong and toned, the result of years spent training as a knight. Her breasts are firm and erect, straining against the confines of her armor; they're just the right size to fit snugly in Lean's palms when he reaches up to grope them roughly. Her stomach is flat and muscular, with only a hint of softness where it curves into her hips, which are wide and powerful, able to easily support her weight as she takes him from behind.

The other women in the room moan and gasp as they watch Karel take control of Lean, their hands reaching out to touch him, to stroke his muscular arms and broad shoulders. Some kneel before him, offering their lips for a brutal kiss; others lower themselves onto the nearby tables or altars, spreading their legs invitingly as they wait their turn to feel him inside them.

Karel grinds her hips against Lean's back, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust.

Aedelyn giggles and shakes her head. "Very well," she says with a sigh, knowing that arguing with Kira would be futile. She lies down on the bed as well, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "Sleep now, Kira," she whispers in his ear. "Tomorrow we'll have much to discuss... and much for you to do."

Aedelyn closes her eyes, content for now to feel Kira's warm body pressed against hers. She drifts off to sleep, dreaming of the battles they will fight together and the passionate nights they will share. Her hand idly wanders down his chest, brushing against his cock as she sleeps.

The chamber is silent save for their soft breathing, the occasional moan or sigh escaping their lips as they dream of battle and desire.

Aedelyn smiles, impressed despite herself. "I can see that," she says softly, stepping back to admire him. "But even the best swordsman sometimes needs... assistance." Her hand trails down his chest, tracing circles around his nipple before moving lower, towards his crotch.

Jayden's eyes widen in surprise as she touches him there; heat floods through his body at her touch. "You are so strong,"

Aedelyn smirks, her hand moving back up to cup his face once more. "I think we can find ways to work around that," she says cryptically before leaning in again, her lips seeking his own. Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of his mouth, urging him to open for her.

Jayden hesitates only for a moment before giving in, parting his lips and accepting her tongue into his mouth. She tastes sweet and forbidden, like nectar from some ancient tree.

Noriela pants heavily, her entire body shaking with the effort not to beg for him to continue. Her legs are weak and trembling from the onslaught of sensations that have been unleashed within her. She tries to catch her breath, but every gasp only serves to heighten her awareness of his hard length pressed against her aching core.

Her eyes flutter shut as she fights the urge to give in and beg for more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "I can't...

Noriela cries out at the feeling of his rough hands against her skin, arching her back into the touch. Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she fights for leverage to get closer to him.

"Harder," she gasps, her hips bucking wildly against his. "Please..."

Her orgasm builds quickly, threatening to consume her whole.

Aedelyn's face contorts in fury as she struggles against the invisible bonds that hold her prisoner. "You selfish fool! You think you can just ignore us? That we won't come after you if you keep refusing to join our cause?" She spits out the words with venom, every syllable dripping with hatred.

Her body tenses as she prepares for another futile attempt at breaking free from his grip. "You may have defeated us today," she says through gritted teeth, "

Karel's sword clatters to the ground as he gasps in shock, eyes wide with fear. Aedelyn looks up at him with disbelief and horror etched onto her face. Her mouth opens to speak but no words come out, only choked sobs that echo off the cold stone walls of their prison.