Riley returned to his wives aboard the vast flying boat that sailed through the skies like a sovereign of the heavens.
The view beyond the crystal-paneled walls was breathtaking—an endless sea of clouds bathed in golden twilight—but inside the master chamber, something far more intimate was about to unfold.
After three days apart, tension and longing had built up among them like coiled springs.
As soon as the door slid shut behind him, the atmosphere changed.
Riley didn't need to say a word.
His eyes met his wives' and the flushed cheeks of the others—and in an instant, bodies collided in a feverish embrace.
Clothes came off like falling petals, and laughter mingled with gasps as they tumbled onto the bed.
It was no ordinary bed—it floated slightly above the floor, suspended by soft spiritual energy, enchanted to adapt to their every whim.
What followed was less of a reunion and more of a celebration—one of flesh, soul, and affection.
