Arrive

Without having an actual orgasm, Xzavier had managed to get her to climax. She rocked the carriage with laughter, trembling hysterically as Xzavier ambushed her with all the jokes in his literary arsenal. Every step of way, for the remainder of the journey, the carriage was filled with the roaring laughter of the young girl. Adalia's laughter was genuine. Not withholding any atom of conceit or deceit, it was pure. As pure as her intentions were towards him.

After several days of traveling together on the road, both of them finally came close to their destination. They hadn't arrived yet, but they were very close. At this point Xzavier disembarked from the carriage to stretch his legs and drink in the scene. After riding in the cramped space for days, he was just itching to get over with this journey as soon as possible. So, he asked Adalia;