They were completely lost in their thoughts when the Elder's voice pulled them back to reality.
"When Kain was younger," she began, her tone shifting into something more nostalgic, "he was a dependable man. He didn't waver—not even when he had hundreds of bare tits pressed toward him, eager and desperate to be chosen."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, the memory as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.
"He didn't give in to lust," she continued, "because he understood the weight of his seed. It wasn't about pleasure—it was about legacy, about survival."
Her gaze drifted back to Rael.
"And now, it's your turn to understand that."
Julian smiled, the corner of his mouth curling with mischief. "Hmm… I don't think I can do that, Elder."
His eyes dropped, trailing slowly down to the racing chests of Mara and Lira. Their robes barely covered their forms, the swell of their breasts rising and falling with each breath, practically begging for attention.
