Orion nodded, "I'll try my best," he responded reassuringly.
He gently tugged on the anal beads once more, each pull evoking a gasp from Ayla as she felt the beads leaving her, one by one. Ayla's insides became even wetter, her body reacting excitedly as the beads left her ass.
After the final pull, Ayla nearly collapsed to the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she quickly regained her composure, gripping the bucket firmly again. Meanwhile, her vagina juices flowed freely from her lower lips, pooling on the ground below them in a beautiful puddle.
….....
"PAAHHH~~ PAAAHHH~~"
Orion's hips thrust against Ayla's rippling buttocks, driving his veiny shaft deep into her backdoor and withdrawing it repeatedly.
"Ah~~ Uhh~~" Ayla moaned, her face and folded arms pressed against the shower wall, while Orion gripped her scanty maid uniform, plunging his raging penis in and out of her. Her legs were now soaked with her juices.
"PAH~~~ PAH~~"
"I'm coming," Orion said, his arms securely wrapped around Ayla's waist as he released his semen deep within her butt hole.
"AAAHHHHHH~~~"
After Ayla had recovered and collapsed onto the ground, she suddenly spread her legs and used her fingers to spread open her shaved vaginal lips. "Master, I am already so wet for you. Please fill me up with your semen and allow me to carry your child~~" Ayla pleaded with a warm, affectionate smile.
….....
After the test at the Third Border City, instead of returning home to rest, Patriarch Rylan and the others decided to visit the homes of the other four-eared elves to check on their well-being and see if they encountered any problems after moving in with the help of the Village and unknown race warriors.
Once their visits were complete, the warriors escorted them to their lodging.
"Is this where we'll be staying?" Isadora asked, her eyes wide as she gazed at the grand two-story building before her.
Not only Isadora but Patriarch Rylan, Lyndon, Leif, Leona, and the others couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise at the house provided for them.
"Yes, the Village Chief and Warrior Orion respect Patriarch Rylan enough to grant him a comfortable place to stay. So, since you will be staying with Patriarch Rylan, you all can call this your home for the meantime," the Prismerion warrior responded.
Hearing her response, Patriarch Rylan felt a wave of pride surge through his heart. He couldn't help but think about all the years he spent visiting this place and treating them with fair trade, despite objections, were worth it.
Otherwise, he was unsure where they would have gone if the Village hadn't offered aid.
Meanwhile, Isadora and the others couldn't help but feel excited and embarrassed at the fact that not only did this mean they would have minimal issues settling here due to the incredible amount of respect the Village Chief and Warrior Orion had for their Patriarch, but also because they had all once doubted the Patriarch's words, believing he was merely making things up due to severe injuries he had encountered in the battle.
Of course, they had chosen to follow his words, but only because they didn't know where to go or what to do next. So, witnessing that everything had turned out for the best, they all couldn't help but exhale in relief as a weight was suddenly lifted from their hearts.
"Follow us, please, so we can show you the way in and around the building," the Prismerion warrior added, walking into the building with the Village warrior as they showed them the entrance, rooms, and the entire section of the building before arriving at the training ground.
"That's all the information. The Second Border City serves as the meeting ground between Humans and the Prismerion race, so there are occasional minor skirmishes to be aware of. Please be careful. The patrol station is nearby if you need assistance, have any requests, or wish to lodge complaints," Iris explained.
"Additionally, fruit will be distributed in the morning, afternoon, and evening, with one per person. Any questions?" she asked, gazing at the four-eared elves.
"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but isn't one fruit per person a bit little?" Leif asked, his voice tinged with hesitation.
He didn't want to come across as unappreciative, considering fruits were typically reserved for the wealthiest and most prominent individuals. However, having eaten them before, he couldn't shake the thought that consuming only one fruit at each mealtime wouldn't be sufficient for him, the other four-
eared elves, and their sustenance needs.
Iris furrowed her brows at Leif's question, with a deep frown suddenly emerging on her lips. However, before she could respond --
"Actually, the fruits here are different from the ones in our Runaway City," Patriarch Rylan interrupted.
Leif furrowed his brows, a frown suddenly appearing on his face. "How different?" he asked.
"There are two kinds of fruits: the Kalna and the Lipry fruits. The former is ripe, while the latter is unripe but still edible, albeit with a much sourer taste. What sets these fruits apart is that consuming just one is sufficient to fill a normal person for an entire day. However, for a warrior or a gods' chosen, eating just two can provide enough strength to last through any battle," Patriarch Rylan explained.
As he spoke, he noticed Leif and the others' eyes widening in surprise, each mouth gaping wide open until he finished his explanation.
Of course, Patriarch Rylan understood their surprise. After all, he had spent several years travelling back and forth just to trade with the Village to obtain these fruits. While he had traded many incredible things with the Village, none held the same importance as these fruits.
He had even wanted to learn how they were produced despite the Village Chief's repeated refusals. So he understood their current emotions.
Meanwhile, Leif, Isadora, and the others couldn't help but process the information Patriarch Rylan had just revealed to them, their expressions filled with astonishment.
Kalna and Lipry fruits! A god's chosen can satiate their appetite for a whole day by eating just two of these fruits.
