The four women arrived at Kane's seaside villa under a golden sunset, their steps measured and wary. Hirye adjusted her hero tunic, red hair catching the breeze as she grinned at the obese noble. "Nice spread, Kane. Defeating Baal was easier than dodging your old cronies' glares back home." Aeory floated serenely in her long white robe, eyes closed beneath her halo, while Biurla’s armored form with exposed blue belly flexed scarred muscles, and Elia smoothed her royal dress with cerulean poise. "We accept your hospitality," Elia said sharply, "but remember the slavery ban stands. Any tricks and you'll regret it." Kane chuckled, offering wine and idle talk that soon turned personal. Later, alone with Hirye in a private lounge, his gifted fragrance lingered unnoticed as conversation sparked. "You heroes always so tense after victory?" he teased. Hirye shot back, "Only when nobles like you fish for weaknesses. My modest assets don't need your flattery." Tension built through witty barbs until Hirye, feeling unexpectedly horny, pulled him close. "Fine, show me what that massage offer really means." Clothes shed, she gripped his hard cock, dropping to give a teasing blowjob while he caressed her ass. "Not bad for a noble," she panted, her pussy growing wet and dripping as he thrust. Sweating and panting, Hirye rode him fiercely, strong thighs controlling the pace until she came hard, her juices mixing as he spilled cum inside. They parted with knowing smirks. "This villa hides more than waves," Hirye whispered, already craving the nights ahead.
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