FVN Chapter 340: Grom's Request
Chapter 340: Grom's Request
In the lord's mansion, Asura and Verana took time to relax. The battle to free Westrin took seven days to clear the wreckage and begin to show signs of recovery.
Thanks to advancements in magic technology and the dwarves from Utgard, the repairs of the outwall finished after three days. Without the fear of monster attacks from the nearby forests and plains, the people could start returning to help with recovery.
"It seems that the city is recovering faster than we planned," Asura muttered while resting his head on Verana's lap, staring out the huge archway from the second floor of Alan's mansion. "The port began to accept ships from Utgard already, and now we can quickly transfer troops back and forth."
"My dear, do you need to worry about these things while I am giving you my thighs to rest?" Verana's lovely cheeks swelled as she mimicked Xavida, placing both her hands over his eyes and stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.
"Take some rest, okay? I worry about you."
"I..."
"No, take a rest!"
Asura tried to climb off her thigh, only to be pushed down against the soft, meaty thighs, unable to leave their enchanting grasp on him. "Okay... Okay! I will stop."
"Good, fufu. You always keep working and never rest." Her hands slipped along his cheeks while Verana gazed down at him with her gentle scarlet eyes, a mix of concern and affection. "Do you think we want you to keep overworking yourself for our sake? We care about you, Asura and your well-being is our priority."
"I know..."
The pair seemed at peace before a knock sounded on the door.
"Excuse me for disturbing you! It is Alan. May I speak with Lord Asura?" Alan's voice always felt refreshing to hear, and Verana couldn't stop Asura who lifted himself from her lap, kissing her cheek on the way.
"Come in, of course; you can, Alan."
Since they met, Alan began to grow on Asura like Grom; normally, they would gather in the early evening after dinner and talk about various stupid things, from their training to the problems with keeping women happy.
Of course, this meant that many of Asura's women would have to wait for him longer, which caused them to be a little angry.
However, the moment they saw Asura's smiling face, not one of them held it against him.
"I'm entering!" Alan always made sure to be polite, even when it wasn't needed. He slowly opened the door and gave a nervous look towards the bright smile of Asura and the frosty atmosphere of Verana. "Hahaha, well, I hope I didn't disturb anything."
"Then don't come, Idiot," Verana whispered before leaning back and turning her head in a huff.
Of course, both men heard her words, but thanks to Asura's wink and bitter smile, Alan felt more comfortable, and the pair just laughed it off together.
"So, what's the issue, Alan?"
Alan seemed hesitant for a moment before he cleared his throat. "I, um, actually, it's for Grom! I wish to ask permission to borrow one of your ships... To take some men and gather Grom's wives and children... Since they betrayed the cult, the forest they occupy now is an easy target. We....
We discussed that the eastern forest seemed quite similar, and if he wanted, then we would accept the orcs here."
"Hmmm..." Asura didn't say anything at first, mulling over the idea to see how Alan reacted.
"I won't—this time, I will never let you go."
"Good, because I will never let you." Verana's head rested on Asura's chest while she relaxed, and a gentle hum escaped her lips. "So... what about that happy ending? Where would you like to have your happy ending? Here.... Here or maybe here?" Her fingers pointed to three different spots, all causing Asura's blood to pump faster.
"..." He gazed down at her hand while his breathing grew heavier. 'How can I answer that?'
"Verana, I just remembered something important."
"Hmmm?" Verana looked up with a happy, innocent expression and tilted her head a little, seeming so beautiful with her scarlet hair falling behind her.
"I want to have multiple happy endings!" His face looked as if he just made the most intelligent answer ever.
"True... Good thing they are both helping around the city."
"Then stop talking and hurry! Fufu, I know you want to hurry, too."
"Who taught you to be this lewd?" Asura asked, his eyes glued to Verana, who slowly removed her dress, shaking her hips from side to side, letting her dress slip over her hips as she swayed.
"Why not ask? Because that person taught me something else as well."
"Hmmm? And what could that be?"
"Loving you feels great~." Her body pressed against his chest while her thighs rubbed against his. Asura couldn't hold back anymore and met her soft lips with a deep kiss.
"It's good to love you, too, my dear Verana. My blessed wife."
"Mmmh, say it again..."
"My blessed wife."
"I love it so much, please keep saying it..."
"I love you, Asura."
"I love you, Verana."
The pair fell into a different mood, with Asura flicking his hands towards the windows and doors, locking and drawing the curtains, while his spare hand slipped along the smooth curves of Verana, enjoying the soft, squishy feeling of her hips as she unfastened the silk striking hiding her garden of seduction from his sight.
"Are you really going to let me do anything?" Asura's eyes narrowed, glowing with the thirst of a predator, no longer a loving husband but a wolf seeking his prey.
"Ah~ the humour of you vampires, I won't kick you, but maybe I'll bite."
Verana's hands slipped into Asura's shirt, pulling the buttons apart while slipping it off his body, kissing him as their arousal began to grow—she sucked on his tongue while covering his face with the cloth shirt, holding him in place.
"Maybe I'll drink your dry before you can bully me~ fufu."