Mira went first, and as expected of a divine body, she was clearly one level above all. Even to Arad's rough and massive hands, her soft-looking skin felt as hard as stone, as dense as rubber, and as smooth as polished steel.
Reflecting the warm candlelight, Mira's sienna skin glistened like warm honey, faintly shimmering with divine light. Just one glance at her was enough for anyone to know she wasn't human, but that also was the case for the titanic wall embracing her. The maids couldn't figure out which of the two got them worked up more.
Was it the hulking monument of power, or the slender and athletic divine beauty in his arms? It was a difficult question to answer, so difficult that they totally forgot that five more beauties were on the same bed.
