A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1506: Come Back To Sleep

Archer paused, buried deep, letting her adjust to the tightness as it was too much for him, thanks to her clenching down on his member, his breath ragged as he fought control as she let out a strong stream of erotic moans. ʼʼMmmmhhh~~ Ughhh~~ʼʼ

They turned into soft whimpers seconds later, her nails digging into his back as she rocked her hips, urging him to move. He set a slow, torturous rhythm, each thrust deep and measured, hitting every sensitive spot.

His actions were making the Dragoness moan with every movement, her voice rising in pitch. ʼʼFaster,ʼʼ she gasped between moans, her desperation palpable.

Archerʼs carefully honed control began to fray, the intoxicating rush of sex overwhelming his senses. The thrill coursed through his veins, but now it mingled with a deeper, more primal fire that Nyxʼs presence ignited within him.

Her breathy gasps and the way her body arched beneath him stoked his desire, each moment pulling him further into a haze of passion. His movements quickened, driven by an almost reckless urgency, his hips meeting hers in a matching rhythm.

The sturdy wooden bedframe groaned under the force of their shared intensity, its creaks echoing softly in the dimly lit chamber, a counterpoint to the rapid beat of their entwined pulses.

Nyxʼs pussy enveloped him, her tight embrace drawing him deeper into the moment, every sensation heightened by the electric connection between them. Her orange hair fanned across the pillow like a cascade of embers, catching the faint glow of the candlelight.

Their eyes locked onto his with a mixture of challenge and surrender. His hands gripped the sheets as he surrendered to the tide of desire, each thrust a testament to the unspoken bond that had grown between them since meeting all those years ago.

Archer noticed the world outside melted away, leaving only the heat of their shared rhythm. Her pleasure-filled moans became a continuous stream, each thrust pulling a new sound from her, raw and unrestrained. ʼʼUghh~~ Mmmghh~~ Aghhh~~.ʼʼ

The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, and her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, her moans turning into cries as she arched off the bed, chasing another climax.

His hand slid between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, circling it with pressure that made the Dragoness scream, her moans breaking into a high-pitched wail. ʼʼMmmmhhh~~ Arch!ʼʼ she moaned, her voice shattering as pleasure coiled tighter.

Archer leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he whispered. ʼʼCome for me, my love.ʼʼ

His words, combined with his thrusts and teasing fingers, pushed Nyx over the edge. Moments later, an orgasm hit hard, her body convulsing as she screamed his name, her moans echoing through the room, her walls pulsing around him. ʼʼAHHHH! ARCHER!!!ʼʼ

The sight of her unraveling, flushed skin, parted lips, eyes squeezed shut, was too much for him. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep one last time, spilling inside her, his seed crashing into her womb.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths, Nyxʼs soft moans lingering as she trembled in the afterglow, her body slick with sweat. He pressed tender kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and lips, each touch drawing a quiet moan from her.

ʼʼI love you,ʼʼ he murmured, his voice tender.

Nyx smiled, her mismatched eyes half-lidded, a final, sated moan escaping her. ʼʼAnd I love you,ʼʼ she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

The night was far from over, and her soft moans promised more. Following that, the two of them continued making love until her body was shaking thanks to the overwhelming pleasure that washed over her.

Once the sex came to an end, he slumped on the bed while Nyx lay her head in his chest before the duo fell asleep. Archer soon fell asleep as the birds started tweeting above the treehouse.

When he woke up the next morning, the Dragon beauty was lying all over him with her mismatched black and white hair splayed everywhere. This sight put a smile on his face, but it disturbed her.

ʼʼMorning handsome,ʼʼ she muttered. ʼʼCome back to sleep.ʼʼ

Nyx wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him back under the covers, the comfort forced him to fall asleep. Archer woke up a few hours later to Meaveʼs message. ʼʼCan you return to Pluoria handsome?ʼʼ

When Archer heard this, he leapt up as the morning light streaming through the window ignited a spark of purpose in his vivid eyes. He raised his hand, murmuring Cleanse, and a wave of magic cascaded over him.

Thanks to the spell, washing away the remnants of sleep, leaving him feeling refreshed and ready to go. Following that, he took out some fresh clothes from his Item Box before slipping them on.

Satisfied with his appearance, he closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the beautiful warrior Maeve. The air around him hummed thanks to his pure mana, and in a flash of light, the world dissolved and reformed.

Archer found himself standing atop the ramparts back on Pluoria, the wind carrying the faint scent of pine from the distant forest and the disgusting smell of rotting flesh. He shook his head, only to stop.

ʼʼOh wow,ʼʼ he muttered.

Bathed in the golden glow of the morning sun, Maeve stood there looking out over the distant landscape. Her vibrant orange hair cascaded over her shoulders like a cascade of molten fire, each strand catching the sunlight in a radiant halo.

Her warriorʼs body, honed by years of training and fighting, was a striking blend of strength that tapered to a slim waist, her muscles taut beneath her fitted leather armor, which gleamed faintly in the early light.

The young womanʼs presence commanded Archerʼs attention, a living embodiment of power, yet softened by an undeniable elegance. As she turned to face him, her large grey eyes sparkled with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Maeveʼs gorgeous smile bloomed across her face, revealing a quiet confidence that made the air around her feel charged with possibility. Leaning casually against the wall, she exuded a quiet strength.

ʼʼMorning, husband,ʼʼ she greeted, her voice a melodic blend of warmth and steel, carrying the lilt of someone who could command both a loverʼs heart and a legionʼs loyalty. ʼʼLook at what the new defenses have done to our attackers.ʼʼ

Her smile widened, a glint of pride flashing in her grey eyes as she gestured toward the trenches below, where the undead horde lay broken, their defeat a testament to her strategic brilliance and unyielding spirit.

Archer glanced at the chaotic scene with a mix of satisfaction and pride. The undead horde, a mass of decayed flesh and hollow moans, thrashed helplessly in the deep trenches he had meticulously designed.

The muddy walls, slick and treacherous, thwarted their every attempt to claw their way up, their fingers slipping futilely against the earth. From above, archers unleashed a hail of arrows, their steel-tipped shafts whistling through the air to pierce skulls and bone.

Beside them, mages chanted in unison, their hands weaving patterns as they summoned torrents of fire and jagged arcs of lightning that scorched and shattered the trapped horde below.

The sheer weight of the undeadʼs numbers turned against them, their mindless surge forward crushing those at the front into grotesque heaps of pulped flesh and splintered bone.

Hundreds of bodies, reduced to chunks, churned in the mire pressed from behind, and trampled their kind without pause. Archerʼs lips curled into a fierce grin, a spark of savage delight flickering in his eyes.

The strategy had worked flawlessly; his trenches had transformed the enemyʼs strength into their downfall, the momentum becoming their doom as his forces rained destruction from above, whittling the horde into oblivion with every passing moment.

Maeveʼs gorgeous smile tilted into a smirk as her hand rested lightly on the hilt of the blade. ʼʼWe had some flying undead try their luck,ʼʼ she replied, her tone laced with amusement. ʼʼBut I took a few out with my bow, and the Thunderbolt Throwers made short work of the rest.ʼʼ

Her grey eyes sparkled with pride as she gestured toward the Thunderbolt Throwers, their bolts still embedded in the remains of horrors below. ʼʼThe soldiers are savoring the lull between fights now, catching their breath and swapping stories of the chaos.ʼʼ

Archer nodded, a flicker of admiration crossing his features as he absorbed her words. The weight of their shared responsibilities seemed to lift for a moment. Stepping closer, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Her leather armor pressed against his chest yet he could feel the warmth of her beneath it. Tilting his head, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, the intensity of the moment weaving together the adrenaline of battle and the quiet fire of their connection.

Maeve leaned into him, her hands finding his shoulders, her touch both grounding and electrifying as the world beyond the ramparts faded.