By the time Alexander left the Queen Mother's chambers, the sky had grown so pitch black that even the stars seemed to have been swallowed up.
The man had really let himself enjoy a bit too much handling the five eager ladies, losing much track of time…such that by the end, he could barely stand.
Alexander even lightly cried in his heart, 'Ahhh… a man really can't handle five girls on his own... not vixens like these. Mmmm… I can barely feel anything down there.'
They had really wrung him dry and then some.
As for whether the standing guards realized any of the misdeeds going on inside from the muffled moans and short gasps of pleased squeals, well, Alexander did not find their face to betray any such realization when he left the chambers.
All of them had the same stoic facade.
