Oblivious to what was happening in Whitefall, Ethan remained nestled in Alice's arms, his body sprawled atop hers, his face buried deep between those juicy pale tits.
His wife's fair, fragrant skin cradled his features like a pillow of silk, the soft warmth of her cleavage enveloping him in a tender embrace.
There wasn't much to do that day, so he simply relaxed, his fingers wandering lazily across the gentle curve of her hip.
"When are you going to build my magic tower?" Alice asked suddenly, her delicate fingers toying with a strand of his golden hair as she recalled a question that had been weighing on her mind for quite some time.
There were already a few dozen children in Goldenveil with magical potential, and she herself had taught a class or two on mana manipulation at the town's school.
Soon, however, with Veronica properly trained, she wanted to begin offering a more advanced magical education to those promising students.
