"Okay, we should get out of here—now," Jasmine whispered to Amber, her voice tense as she noticed Allen moving, like he was about to step out of the room.
Amber nodded immediately, not needing to be told twice. The two of them hurried away as quietly as they could, slipping back down the hallway.
Click.
The faint sound of a door opening echoed behind them.
"…Did I just hear someone?" Allen muttered, his brows knitting together as he glanced toward the doorway, certain he'd caught a familiar noise.
He stepped closer, his eyes dropping to the floor—and there it was. A small, unmistakable puddle of sticky juice left behind on the marble tiles.
Allen stared at it for a second… then let out a soft chuckle. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he shook his head.
"Naughty girls," he murmured to himself, already guessing exactly who that little mess belonged to.
Jasmine, of course, was the one on Allen's mind at that moment.
As he straightened up, his gaze lingering on the quiet hallway, that familiar name surfaced almost instinctively. There was something about her—something subtle, unfinished—that made his thoughts drift back to her without warning. Allen let out a small breath, shaking his head as if to clear it.
"…Yeah. Definitely her," he muttered.
Then Allen stepped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen area, looking for something to drink. As soon as he entered, he spotted Lenny and Kurt already there, both leaning against the counter with glasses of water in their hands.
...
A few hours earlier, Lenny, Kurt, Eric, Rob, and Marcus were still keeping the party going late into the night, drinking with their wives and having a small barbecue. They were hanging out in the garden area, not too far from the castle rooms where Allen and his wives were staying.
"Alright, I've already done the first shot for everyone. Now it's your turn to do the second," Marcus said, having just downed a shot of tequila.
"Ohhh yeah, nope," the wives replied in unison while roasting marshmallows and grilling some meat over the fire.
"Yeah, no. We've got kids, idiots, and we have to wake up early tomorrow," Lenny said, with Kurt and Rob nodding in agreement as they stuck to their beers.
"Tch, you guys suck. Fine then, we'll just drink beer," Marcus replied, clearly already drunk.
"I'm good with just this coffee," Eric said.
The women raised their own glasses, showing they already had different drinks in hand and didn't need any beer.
"Hey… what's wrong with all of you? I thought we came here to celebrate Allen's wedding—to party, get drunk, and completely lose it," Marcus complained, wobbling as he walked and then plopped down on an empty bench.
"Oh, and by the way, where's Allen? I should drag him over here too," Marcus added, trying to stand up again.
"No, no, no, no—Allen is busy right now, so we really shouldn't disturb him," everyone said at once, half-panicked, half-laughing.
"Ohhh, come on! Why are you all stopping me, you losers?" Marcus grumbled before finally sitting back down.
"Alright, alright, stop whining like a kid and just finish your drink," Lenny said.
"Hey, what's wrong with staying a kid?" Marcus shot back.
"Don't worry, Higgie. You'll grow up someday. You just need to find the right person," Sally, Eric's wife, said calmly.
"Oh, I'm sure my sister would be perfect for you," Gloria, Rob's wife, suddenly added.
That made everyone nearly choke.
"My sister's blind," Gloria continued casually, "but she can still see shapes."
"What…?" Marcus said, instantly sobering up at her words.
Not long after that, they all heard soft moans echoing from the castle—Raviel's voice mixed with the others.
The group fell silent.
"Damn… they're really loud tonight," Kurt commented.
"Well, that's the difference between young people and us middle-aged folks," Eric said, shaking his head even as he spoke.
The fire kept crackling, the drinks stayed in their hands—and suddenly, no one felt quite as young anymore.
The atmosphere naturally turned awkward as they kept hearing the girls' moans echoing from Allen's place—but at the same time, it clearly started to get their wives a little aroused up too.
"Hey, babe… how about we just call it a night and head to bed? You know, I'm kinda sleepy," Roxanne said as she moved closer to Lenny, casually squeezing his butt.
"Yeah… sounds like a great idea," Lenny replied, not resisting her suggestion at all.
Deanne, Gloria, and Sally also stepped closer to their husbands, whispering something quietly into their ears. Not long after that, they all began leaving the area one by one.
Before long, Marcus was the only one left there.
"Damn… did they seriously just leave me here like that?" Marcus muttered as he finished off his bottle and grabbed another one. He kept drinking until he was completely wasted—and eventually passed out right there on the spot.
...
And that's how they ended up being here now.
"Ohhh, look at that," Lenny said with a grin the moment he saw Allen. "He finally comes out. Man, you were loud in there."
Even as he joked, Lenny looked completely worn out—like someone who hadn't slept at all and had his energy drained by something… intense. Kurt didn't look much better. He nodded in agreement, eyes half-lidded, shoulders slumped.
Allen raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of them. "Hey, you guys are here too? What happened to you both?" he asked casually, reaching for a glass and pouring himself some water.
Kurt took a long sip before answering. "Long story. But honestly, this is all your fault," he muttered, clearly blaming Allen for his misery. "If it weren't for you and your wives being so loud in there, I wouldn't be like this right now. I swear, Deanne completely drained me."
Lenny let out a tired chuckle beside him. "Yeah. Bottom line? We suffered tonight because of you, Allen."
Allen smirked, already knowing where this was going. "Ohhh, so you guys just had sex with your wives, huh? But why do you guys look so dry?" he said casually.
"Well, yeah, I just finished having sex with Roxanne, but she was way too enthusiastic and nearly drained me dry, okay?" Lenny said with a tired sigh. "And don't you dare mock me about it, Allen. I'm not as strong as I used to be."
Kurt nodded along. "Same here. And this is also your fault, Allen. If you and your wives could've kept the noise down a little, none of this would've happened to us."
From the way both men looked—completely exhausted, dried out, and barely managing to stay on their feet—it was obvious what had gone down. Their wives had been far too fired up, and the two of them had paid the price.
Allen could only raise his hands in surrender, a grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, at least you got to enjoy it, right? Even if they nearly wrung you dry."
Allen grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long drink. Not long after that, Eric suddenly stumbled into the kitchen.
"Water… water… please, water," he begged dramatically, sounding like a man who'd just crossed a desert.
The sight of him—slumped posture, half-dead expression, and completely parched—made everyone burst out laughing.
Allen tossed a bottle of water to Eric.
"Alright, guys, I'm heading back. Gotta continue my long night," he said with a grin as he looked at his friends.
"Damn youngster," they muttered in unison, half-annoyed, half-jealous, watching him walk away.
.....
Allen headed back inside, but not to his own room—Raviel and the others were still out cold, completely worn out. Instead, he made his way to Mikaela's room.
When he opened the door, Mikaela was already waiting for him. She was lying on the bed in a thin black lingerie set, her pose relaxed yet deliberately seductive.
"Oh? I thought you weren't coming," Mikaela teased, slowly spreading her legs as she looked at him.
"Well, who ever said I wouldn't?" Allen replied with a smirk.
He then closed the bedroom door and walked toward the bed where Mikaela was lying down, before leaning in and kissing her fiercely, pressing her back into the mattress as he claimed her lips.
"Mmm…" Mikaela let out a soft moan in response to the kiss, her voice barely above a breath.
After they finally pulled apart, Allen rested his forehead gently against hers before speaking.
"Mikaela… there's something I need to tell you," he said, his voice calmer now, more serious than before.
"But first… there's something I want to give you too," Allen said softly as he reached into his pants pocket and took out a ring.
Mikaela's eyes widened the moment she saw it. Without even thinking, she grabbed Allen's hand.
"Allen… are you proposing to me?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
The ring Allen was holding was the same one Raviel—and the others—had worn on the day of their wedding.
Allen nodded slowly. "Well… as for the actual wedding, we can wait until you finish your studies first. That's okay with you, right?"
Mikaela nodded immediately, tears welling up in her eyes. Overcome with emotion, she leaned in and kissed Allen once more.
After that, Allen gently took her hand and slipped the golden ring onto her ring finger, sealing his promise to her.
Mikaela kept glancing down at the ring now resting on her finger, turning her hand this way and that as if she still couldn't believe it was real. She even held it up toward Allen, a soft smile blooming on her lips, silently showing him just how perfectly it fit.
"It really suits me, doesn't it?" she said quietly, her voice warm and full of happiness.
Allen chuckled, nodding. "Yeah. It really does."
Then Mikaela looked back at him, her expression turning curious. "So… earlier, you said there was something you wanted to tell me. What was it?"
Allen let out a small breath. "Hmm… actually, this is about Raviel."
Mikaela raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Raviel?"
Allen straightened slightly. This wasn't something he'd decided on a whim. He'd thought about it for a long time. And deep down, he knew Mikaela deserved to know the truth.
He hesitated for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well… it's kind of a long story."
Mikaela blinked, then smiled gently at him. "That's fine," she said. "I'm listening."
So Allen began to explain.
About Raviel.
About who she truly was.
About how he had somehow ended up in this world in the first place.
He spoke slowly and carefully, choosing each word as he went, his eyes never leaving Mikaela's face—watching closely for any sign of fear, confusion, or disbelief.
When he finally finished, silence fell between them.
For a few seconds, Mikaela just stared at him, completely quiet.
Then—
"Hahaha!"
She suddenly burst out laughing, shaking her head as if she'd just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.
"Oh, come on, Allen," she said between laughs. "Don't mess with me like that."
She looked at him with a teasing grin, clearly not buying it at all.
"You're telling me Raviel is a goddess now?"
Mikaela tilted her head, smirking playfully.
"Like… Morgan Freeman kind of goddess?"
The way she said it made it painfully clear—she was convinced Allen was just joking.
Allen could only sigh softly.
It seemed like she wasn't going to believe him just from words alone.
Maybe… this was something Raviel herself would have to explain to her—face to face later. He thought.
Okay, okay, enough of that," Mikaela said with a small laugh, brushing off Allen's weird topic. "How about we continue our night?" she added, her voice a bit husky and impatient, eager for Allen to fuck her right then and there.
Mikaela leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against Allen's ear as she whispered, her tone dropping to a seductive murmur. "And for tonight, I want you to fuck my ass. You know I've been dying to try anal sex."
Allen's eyes widened for a moment, surprise flashing across his face before a wide grin spread. He hadn't expected Mikaela to be so bold, but damn, it sent a rush of heat straight to his cock, making him instantly excited at the thought.
"Seriously?" Allen muttered, his voice low and rough, already imagining the tight heat of Mikaela's ass gripping his cock.
Mikaela bit her lower lip, nodding slowly as she pressed her body against Allen's side. "Dead serious."
Hearing that, Allen immediately kissed Mikaela again. His tongue plunged deep, tasting the sweetness of her laughter mixed with the faint tartness from her drink. Mikaela moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his back tightly and scratching at him as she ground her hips against his, feeling his erection pressing hard against her stomach.
"Damn, Mikaela," Allen growled, breaking the kiss to bite her neck. "You really know how to get me fired up." He said, his hands sliding down to grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly.
"Hehe, I'll take that as a compliment. But first, I want you to take it slow with this lube, okay?" Mikaela replied, reaching into the nightstand drawer beside the bed and handing him the bottle.
Allen quickly stripped off his pants and boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum from the tip.
Mikaela's eyes locked onto it, licking her lips as she squirmed, spreading her legs wide to give Allen a full view of her smoothly shaved pussy, glistening with wetness, and the puckered hole beneath that she had promised him.
Seeing that, Allen dove in immediately, licking Mikaela's pussy with his tongue, making her gasp. "Ahhh, yes... deeper, Allen," Mikaela moaned, and soon his tongue was probing into her vaginal entrance while his fingers rubbed her clit, of course making her moan even louder. It wasn't long before she climaxed, and Allen sucked up all her sweet juices.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table—always prepared, thank goodness—and coated his fingers generously. Mikaela obeyed, arching her back to present her ass to him, wiggling it teasingly. "Like this? Come on, finger my ass first. Get me ready for that big cock."
Allen knelt behind her, his free hand stroking her slick folds to tease her clit again while his lubed index finger circled her tight ring. She gasped, pushing back toward him. "Ahhhh, yes, just like that. Push it in—stretch me out."
He did, sliding the finger in slowly, feeling the initial resistance give way to warm tightness. Mikaela groaned loudly, her head dropping to the pillow as she rocked her hips. "Oh God, this feels so intense. Add another one."
Two fingers now, scissoring gently, opening her up while his thumb pressed firm circles on her clit. Mikaela's pussy dripped onto the sheets, her body trembling as pleasure built. The room filled with the wet sounds of his fingers working her, her breaths coming in sharp pants. She clenched around him, her muscles fluttering, begging for more. "Allen, fuck, that's incredible. Your cock's going to feel even better. Hurry—I need you inside me."
He withdrew his fingers, slicking up his throbbing length with lube until it shone. Positioning the head at her entrance, he gripped her hips. "Breathe, baby. Relax for me. I'll go slow."
The tip breached her, and Mikaela cried out, a mix of pain and ecstasy. "Fuck, it's big—keep going. Fuck my ass deeper." Inch by inch, he sank in, her grip like a vice around him, nearly undoing him. When he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her pussy, they both moaned in unison.
"So fucking tight," Allen hissed, holding still to let her adjust. His hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples through her bra until she writhed. Mikaela reached back, spreading her cheeks wider. "Move now. Fuck me—turn me into your anal slut."
Plop... plop... plop...
His hips began to move faster in response to Mikaela's pleas, the initial shallow thrusts building into a steady rhythm as she pushed back to meet him. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and grunts. Sweat beaded on their skin, making every slide and grip slicker, more urgent. Allen's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her onto him harder, feeling her inner walls pulse with each withdrawal and plunge.
"Harder, Allen! Yeah, right there—your cock hits so deep in my ass," Mikaela demanded, her voice breaking into whimpers as the friction ignited sparks throughout her body. She clawed at the sheets, her back arching further, offering herself completely.
He picked up the pace, one hand sneaking forward to rub her clit in tight, insistent circles while he pounded into her from behind. Mikaela's teasing nature melted into raw desperation, her playful whispers turning into frantic pleas. The air grew thick with the scent of sex, their bodies glistening under the dim bedroom light. "Don't stop—I'm gonna cum! Fuck my ass until I scream!"
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she clamped down around him, milking his cock with rhythmic squeezes. Allen followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding her ass with hot spurts of cum, ropes of it spilling as he kept pumping through the aftershocks, prolonging the bliss for both of them.
Mikaela collapsed forward to catch her breath, panting and spent, then rolled into his arms with a satisfied smile. "See, I told you I wanted to try it. Best night ever—round two?"
Allen laughed, pulling her close. "Haha, sounds good, and I'm gonna fuck that ass again." Allen said, still buzzing with energy for the next few rounds.