Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

Aragon and Norchelle were immersed in the act, forgetting everything. She didn't care about her moaning reaching other rooms or anyone walking up on them. She was so into it that she could only look at Aragon right now.

But Aragon didn't stop there. He had not yet come, so he kept thrusting in deep and after, a few strokes, he also came and they both fell up on the bed. Aragon lay on top of her. They were both trying to catch their breath.

It was a really mind-blowing experience for both of them.

Aragon and Norchelle just lay there, trying to process the act they had just gone through.

"You are definitely not a little boy." That was the only thing she said after they had sex.

Aragon looked at her and said, "I want more."

Norchelle gave an exhausted smile and said, "Let me… take a breath."

Aragon roamed around her neck, caressing her with his lips.

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