Kael strode through the grand entrance of his keep.
The heavy armor he had worn for the past few months clinked with every step.
But now, as he returned home, his mind was not on war, but on the two women who awaited him Mila and Lysara.
The thought of them made his heart race and his body stir with anticipation.
The great hall was dimly lit, a warm fire crackling in the hearth, casting a cozy glow over the stone walls.
As he entered, Kael's eyes immediately locked onto the two figures sitting side by side on a plush couch, their eyes sparkling with desire at the sight of him.
Mila, with her dark, sultry looks and full, pouting lips, and Lysara, a blonde vision with a body made for sin, both radiated raw sexuality.
They had clearly been waiting for him, their impatience evident in the way they fidgeted, their eyes never leaving Kael's form.