"Mereleona!" Lucas did not want to die so young, even if it was upon such a peerless beauty. He roared the red-haired beauty's new name while injecting a trace of clarity into her, pulling her out of her dazed state.
With a sudden jolt of spirit, the red-haired beauty vigorously flapped her wings, abruptly halting their falling arc. A fierce wind swirled, lifting her and Lucas back up into the high altitude.
"Master, I am sorry." Though she knew it was Lucas who had insisted on this reckless act, the pragmatic red-haired beauty still offered a tearful apology, "Mereleona was wrong. Please punish this one, Master."
"I will punish you once we return." Lucas smacked the red-haired beauty's buttock in annoyance. "You have had your pleasure, but I have not yet had mine. Continue!"
"Yes, Master." Upon hearing the command, the red-haired beauty immediately resumed the position they were in before the fall.
