The pair spent another hour surveying the small area around the cliff edge, ensuring no extremely dangerous creatures or existences were awaiting them at the bottom.
Freyja was impressed with Zell's amazing power and resilience despite all their sex and his fighting countless beasts that were almost too fast for even her to react.
This man was not even sweating, nor did he seem worried!
'I should discuss with my daughters; we should work together to serve him.'
'Otherwise, other tribes will steal his love and attention!'
Her steps were a metre behind his; their bodies were still coated in each other's scent thanks to their copulation.
She needed to keep herself tense. Otherwise, it would leak down her thigh.
'Walking around and smelling of his scent and seed, how embarrassing and wonderful at the same time.
"Freyja, should we call it for now and head back up? We need to discuss with the others how we will make the lift or ramp to get down safely."
"While also ensuring they cannot find our camp or climb up themselves."
Her face watched in awe; his body twisted, looking over the huge forest with his wings unfurling like an artistic scene.
"There might also be other players or demons in the forest too."
Finally, she managed to snap out of her rose-tinted glasses before nodding to his words.
'He's right, this is a perfect place to hone our people, but if the enemy dwells hid and waits for a moment of weakness...'
"Okay, I will gather the important members of my tribe and bring them to the main village when we are ready. Is that alright?"
"Good, as expected of my woman." He laughed, his left arm wrapping around her body, this time from the front.
Freyja looked at him face-to-face, her nose brushing against his.
"Am I also a good woman?" She asked, her breath blowing against his chest with a warm sensation.
Zell looked down at her, their lips softly pressing together, noses brushing each other.
She found his eyes enchanting, those dark red eyes staring at her as their lips pressed together for a moment, unmoving.
Freyja could feel everything he wanted to convey.
So the moment his lips opened to speak, she kissed him, closing his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue into his warm cove, coiling around his tongue and taking advantage of the kiss.
They broke apart after several seconds, Freyja breathing heavily while Zell wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. His hands caressed her back gently, moving slowly across her shoulders towards her buttocks.
"I'm going to take us back now; a shame you've ignited my desire to bend you over that stump and fuck you again." Zell laughed with a smirk; she could tell he was serious, feeling the heavy object now pushed against her inner thigh.
'Such a horny but loveable man.'
"Alright, hold me tightly," Freyja said, her hands pressing his tightly against her ass.
His face was filled with a childish smile before a loud woosh, and bang sounded, Zell's body flying into the air as his powerful wings flapped with fierce force, sending them into the air rapidly.
10 feet
20 feet
40 feet
Freyja only managed to take one full breath, and they were over 50 feet in the air, now the high ridge only a few dozen feet away, causing her heart to race again, like a young woman, as the pair watched the red sun shining down upon them.
Zell didn't seem to want his date with Freyja to be just sex and killing; their flight was a little longer than expected because he floated and soared above the forest, showing her countless beautiful places down below, a small river where the beasts all rushed to drink but none of them fought it was a magical scene.
He also landed on the tallest tree in the basin, their bodies swaying with the wind over 120 feet into the air, the wind so strong it became hard to breathe.
Pah!
The two landed, Zell's bare feet touching down on the hard earth, leaving a slight indentation of his large foot.
Freyja remained inside his embrace even after his wings were collected back into his flesh, even when countless lycans rushing toward them sounded; her hands grasped his chest, kissing his muscles with a sense of longing and resistance to parting.
She felt that small flight was the most romantic and sweetest thing a male ever did for her and struggled to return to normal as if lost in those magical feelings even after hearing the shouts and calls of her daughters, who began to bicker again.
"Zell..."
Her beautiful eyes looked up towards him with a wet look, her soft lips slowly parting.
"You should go now; I will deal with these girls; for a discussion, you must visit other tribes, right? Both elven settlements, the vixens and any others lingering around."
"So, go, darling. I will deal with the Lycans for you, Mmmnnph."
Freyja gave a soft kiss; her lips tasted like candy before letting her tongue explore his mouth again. As much as she loved his taste, she had to remind herself what they both wanted and quickly got off him.
'Why does it hurt?' Her mind screamed, her chest feeling a little tight and beating uncontrollably.
She couldn't help but notice how well-defined his abs were under his tanned skin; his six-pack made her sigh with appreciation.
It took every ounce of strength within her to leave his embrace, and it was even more difficult to walk away from him without saying goodbye properly.
Woosh!
Zell's wings sounded behind her before his body darted towards the main village; Freyja's eyes fixated on his departure, feeling a sense of happiness, loss and fulfilment simultaneously.
'Did you hit the jackpot on our first time... I hope not... but maybe having your daughter wouldn't be so bad.' She thought, rubbing her stomach as he vanished.
"Mom! Why are you rubbing your belly? Did you eat something bad? Do you need medicine!"
Griselda always showed more attention and care, her hands stroking Freyja's back and looking at her with concern.
'How adorable my little girl is.'
'Don't worry, mommy will help you become his wife too.' She smiled gently, stroking Griselda's fur, while a sudden impact almost knocked her down.
Edelgard smashed into her mother, shoulder first leaning down, like the wrestling move called the spear.
'My organs are shaking!'
"Ah~ Mother, you stink of darling! Let me hug you and steal it back!" Edelgard chirped, hugging her mother tightly with soft, loving eyes.
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