When he finally returned to his palace, Ethan was exhausted.
His eyes roamed over the beautiful guards of his place—elves and humans from two different orders, each clad in armor as elegant as it was sensual.
As he made his way through, Ethan couldn't restrain himself.
He traded a lingering kiss with one, squeezed the full breasts of another, and left a gentle pat on every buttock that came within reach of his hand, always moving on before the moment could last, drawing stifled giggles and soft sighs from those he passed.
Every woman there was his concubine, and he was the only man in the entire palace. There was no reason to hold back.
By the time he approached the main hall fo the palace, his face was already marked by smudges of lipstick in various shades, and night had fallen completely over Goldenveil.
He headed straight for the bedroom, his light footsteps echoing through the luxurious corridors, the golden glow of the magic lamps dancing across the embroidered rugs.
