The Second Prince's Provocation

Huh? Where am I? Lorist had just woken up and gazed drowsily at the milky-yellow birch paneling. The curved, natural wood grain formed strange patterns, while delicate white gauze fluttered in the breeze around the supports of the gilded brass bed. The morning wind blew into the room through the two open floor-to-ceiling windows, carrying the crisp, pleasant chime of the amethyst wind chimes hanging there. As he looked at the crystal candle lamp suspended from the white ceiling and the ring of magic-bear carvings decorating the corners of the walls, Lorist finally came fully awake. Oh, this was Bear King Palace, his new home—and he was currently in Mariya's bedroom.

One could hardly blame Lorist. Although he had been living in Bear King Palace for three or four months, most of the time he slept in Princess Sylvia's grand bedroom or in his own lounge beside the study. Last night, it had been his concubine Mariya's turn to accompany him. On a whim, Lorist had not called Mariya to his lounge. Instead, he had gone to her residence and slept in her bedroom, which was why he had been unable to figure out where he was when he first woke up that morning.

"Darling, you're awake..." Mariya opened her sleepy eyes lazily. Her naked body pressed close to Lorist, and her right hand skillfully slid down from his lower abdomen. She soon found his morning erection and began to toy with it. Then she burrowed into the thin velvet quilt until her head was buried between Lorist's legs...

I really don't want to exercise this morning... Lorist very much wanted to say that, but his body's reaction was perfectly honest. Even though he and Mariya had already gone at it twice the night before, little Lorist was now hard