Chapter 341:
It was late at night. The non-stop orgy had been going on all day. The main chamber of Alaric's pavilion was a disaster zone. Furs, silks, discarded clothes, and empty wine goblets were everywhere.
It was a mountain of naked, sated flesh.
Alaric was lying in the middle of his massive bed, a king on a throne of women. Ondine was draped over his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, fast asleep. Priscilla was spooned against his right side, her voluptuous body a warm, soft presence, his hand idly, possessively, cupping one of her tits even as she dozed. Zylle was a cold, perfect shadow at his feet, and Lin Ruoli, who had been thoroughly, ruthlessly re-broken and re-claimed, was huddled in a pile of furs in the corner, her body trembling from a pleasure so overwhelming it was indistinguishable from terror.
He was bored. Satisfied, yes. But... bored.
