It began the moment Renard and his two female companions teleported into Erica's hot spring with seamless, silent precision.
The air above the steaming water shifted, and then they were simply there—Renard soaking in the hot spring, flanked by the two women who never left his side for long, all of them naked.
Izra was his royal guardian, and her body was a study in controlled power: dense muscle layered under smooth dark skin, the kind of strength that could crush bone yet still carried an unmistakable feminine softness.
Her breasts were large and heavy, the dark areolas wide, the nipples themselves a deep black that stood out against the rest of her.
Between her thighs a silver crown of hair framed her pussy. Water beaded and slid down the curves of her abdomen, over the powerful lines of her hips, making her dark skin gleam like polished gold under the soft illumination.
Seraphina, the Chamberlain, was settled to Renard's right.
