[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]
Lawrend felt a little tired after having sex with Elena. She drained him off all his mental energy. She repeatedly edged him and brought him to climax. The satisfaction he felt couldn't be explained with words.
Lawrend worried that he would become addicted to this feeling. He wanted to fuck her again.
However, today was another day. He would marry the next woman.
Standing in front of the crowd, Lawrend watched the doors to the throne room open. A woman walked in, her dark red hair flowing majestically behind her head.
An eye-catching black halo hovered above her head. The aura she exuded caused some in the audience to feel fear. This was none other than the Fallen Angel Aezel.
She grinned as she took seductive steps towards Lawrend. She glanced at the pope and ignored him.
She stopped in front of Lawrend with confidence escaping all of her pores.
"Marry me, Lawrend."