The soft glow of oil lamps flickered along the stone walls of the castle's guest chamber, casting a warm, amber light across the tangled sheets where Gon had just spent himself with Ana and Elsa, two of the castle's maids.
The air hung heavy with the faint musk of their passion, a heady blend of sweat and desire that clung to the linens like a second skin.
As he stirred from his sated haze, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their eager hands and willing mouths, he reached out instinctively, only to find the bed empty.
The maids had slipped away into the night, leaving behind nothing but the echo of their playful giggles and the lingering warmth of their bodies pressed into the mattress.
He sat up, running a calloused hand through his tousled hair, his rod still half-hard, pulsing with the memory of their touch.
With a low grunt, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled on a pair of breeches, the rough fabric chafing against his sensitive skin.
