In the spacious open pavilion, there was a big mattress where only three heads were visible. The bodies were tucked under the blanket.

The trio had been soundly sleeping for five hours.

The first one to wake up was naturally Isalyn, who was the strongest among them and didn’t require much sleep.

Isalyn blinked awake, her keen senses sharpening as the soft haze of sleep lifted. The pavilion’s enchanted air was still and warm, carrying the faint scent of blooming nightflowers from the realm beyond their blanket cocoon. She lay there for a moment, listening to the steady breaths of her companions.

Then pain shot up, and her eyes frowned.

The poison was acting up as usual.

Her gaze drifted sideways, settling on Rudrean. He slept soundly on his back, one arm flung out, his chest rising and falling with easy peace.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the raw passion of yesterday, the way his touch had unraveled her in ways she’d never imagined.

As her eyes trailed lower, under the thin blanket that draped them all, she noticed the unmistakable tent at his crotch. His dragon, thick and rigid even in sleep, strained against the fabric, a silent testament to the dreams stirring within him.

Heat flushed through her core, memories flooding back: the stretch of him inside her, the blissful ache that had left her craving more. She bit her lip, glancing at Aelira, who slumbered on Rudrean’s other side, oblivious.

The temptation was too strong.

She wanted it again.

’We need LP anyway.’

Quietly, Isalyn shifted, sliding under the blanket with careful grace. The confined space was warm with their shared body heat, and she positioned herself over him, straddling his hips without a sound.

Her hand slipped down, freeing his length from the loose ties of his undergarments. It throbbed in her grasp, hot and ready, the tip already slick. Heart racing, she guided him to her entrance, still tender from yesterday but slick with fresh arousal.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down, enveloping him inch by inch until he filled her completely. A soft gasp escaped her as she adjusted, the heavenly sensation spreading like wildfire.

Rudrean stirred moments later, his eyes fluttering open to the exquisite tightness gripping him.

"Isalyn?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and sudden awareness. His hands instinctively found her waist under the cover, feeling her rhythm as reality hit.

A grin spread across his face, desire chasing away the last of his drowsiness. "What a way to wake up."

She leaned forward, pressing a finger to his lips to keep him quiet, her movements picking up pace. He thrust up to meet her, the heavenly clench of her pussy driving him wild. His gaze dropped to her chest, where her nightshirt had slipped low, exposing the soft curves of her breasts, nipples already pert from the building heat.

Without a word, he pulled her closer, his mouth latching onto one, sucking deeply as his tongue swirled around the hardened peak. Isalyn arched into him, her pace faltering for a moment as waves of pleasure radiated from her chest, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him there.

"Is... something coming out?" Isalyn was surprised. She could feel something as Rudrean sucked the honey milk.

"Yep." Rudrean smiled. "It’s the talent’s effect. Releasing my semen inside benefits you in strengthening your body and magic if it’s weaker than mine. Once I do that, you can produce a sweet honey milk that can strengthen my body and magic if it’s weaker than yours."

"I am already feeling the surge of power."

He switched to the other breast, sucking harder now, his teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper softly against his palm.

"Aanh~"

Isalyn resumed moving.

The combined rhythm, their hips grinding together, his mouth devouring her, pushed them both closer to release, the blanket tenting with their shared urgency.

Isalyn’s rhythm grew frantic, her hips slamming down onto Rudrean’s with a muffled urgency that shook the mattress beneath them. The blanket trapped their heat, turning the space into a steamy haven where every slide of his thick length inside her sent sparks racing up her spine. She was soaked, her walls clenching greedily around him, chasing that peak she’d only begun to taste yesterday.

Rudrean’s mouth worked her breasts with equal fervor, alternating between them—sucking one nipple deep while pinching the other between his fingers, rolling it until it ached in the best way.

The pull of his lips, the scrape of his teeth, amplified everything, making her core tighten impossibly further.

"Rudrean... I’m so close," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea against his hand, which had slipped away to grip her ass instead, guiding her harder onto him.

He thrust up sharply, meeting her descent, the angle hitting that sweet spot deep inside.

"Me too... come with me," he growled, releasing her breast with a wet pop to capture her mouth in a messy kiss. Their tongues tangled as the tension coiled tighter, her clit grinding against his base with each roll.

It hit her first—a shattering wave that ripped a choked cry from her throat, muffled by his lips. Her pussy spasmed around him, pulsing in rhythmic waves that milked him relentlessly. Stars burst behind her eyes, pleasure flooding her limbs until she trembled, her nails raking down his chest.

The sensation undid Rudrean.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot jets spilling into her as his body jerked beneath her. He groaned into her neck, holding her tight as the aftershocks rippled through them both, their shared release leaving them slick and spent.

Isalyn collapsed onto his chest, both panting, the blanket now damp with their exertion.

A soft stir came from Aelira’s side as her eyes fluttered open.

Blinking once, she realized the situation.

Rudrean wrapped his arms around her, pressing lazy kisses to her shoulder. "Morning," he murmured with a chuckle, his voice hoarse.

"Want to join?"

Aelira flung away the blanket with a grin.

Isalyn slid to Rudrean’s side, her body twitching with pleasure.

Aelira took her place and put his raging dragon inside her, which wasn’t about to go down easily, especially after drinking Isalyn’s honey milk.

His body stats shot up to S-rank, and his magic reached SS from S+. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

...

The morning activity ended after three hours of intense, non-stop, passionate fun that earned them a whopping 163k Love Points.

With nothing else to do, Isalyn decided to become a professor for Rudrean and Aelira, teaching them about the power structure and the world out there.

"First, let’s start with the realms of power. I am at the Soul Tree stage, and you both are at the Foundation stage."

"How far below is Foundation compared to Soul Tree?" Aelira curiously asked.

"Well..." Isalyn trailed for a second before continuing. "The difference is quite big. Let’s just say that while a peak Foundation-stage expert can destroy a mountain, a peak Soul Tree expert like me can destroy this small 1-star planet we are stuck on, blowing it into smithereens if I go all out."

Rudrean’s eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yep." Isalyn smiled. "Of course, I can’t do that right now because the poison is suppressing me, and practically, I can’t destroy an inhabited 1-star planet, as they would have security measures and other Soul Tree experts."

"The people chasing me were all Soul Tree experts," she added.

"Damn," Aelira muttered.

"Between Foundation and Soul Tree is the Core Genesis stage. Foundation and Core Genesis are the most important stages in a sense."

Isalyn continued the lecture.

"Foundation will determine what level of Core you can manifest, and your Core will decide what level of Soul Tree you can grow. So it’s good that you two are still at Foundation. I can properly help you both reach the true peak of Foundation that rarely anyone reaches, and it’s all thanks to the insane talent Rudrean has."