Addicted

"Am I dreaming?" Agenor said to himself as he lay down beside Syrena. His eyes stared up at the ceiling as he sighed in satisfaction.

Syrena tilted her head and hugged Agenor's sweat-drenched body. Her face rested on the prince's stocky chest.

"No... you are not dreaming, My Prince! You have got my virginity." Syrena whispered as her hands played with the prince's wings.

Agenor glanced at Syrena's fragrant hair on her chest. He did feel Syrena was still a virgin. He sure for Syrena's calim because the royal family of Ruxenia still forbid noble girls from having sex before marriage.

So, Syrena's claim that she didn't have a boyfriend before marrying Agenor was very likely true.

"Every time I dream, I always feel it's real," said Agenor as if he couldn't believe that he could finally keep his seed in Syrena's womb.

Flashes of memory of his dreams resurfaced. However, there was nothing quite like this. His whole body felt that pleasure.