Arcane Journey

As soon as she finished speaking, Orianna turned around gracefully, her movements like a light ballerina.

She just waved her arms lightly, and with the smooth movement, the bathrobe slipped off her body like wings, revealing a beautiful picture.

She centered herself around Brian, presenting her perfect body to him.

Her legs were long and straight, like two pieces of finely carved black jade, and when they stood tightly together they exuded an inviolable nobility.

The slender waist was so thin that it could be bent by a gust of wind.

However, looking up, her figure is picturesque, her towering features are plump and charming, and every line is full of breathtaking beauty.

Her skin was as delicate and smooth as cream, with a girlish tightness and amazing elasticity intertwined.

It has to be said that this unique skin texture exudes a completely mature and gorgeous style, as well as the kind of charming and enchanting charm that is unmatched by any other girl.

It is no wonder that some people would say things like, "I don't know what to look at with my eyes, I mistakenly take something as a treasure."

Brian stared at the drow mage in front of him.

Not only did he not avert his gaze, but he also carefully inspected her fascinating body, not sparing every inch of skin.

This kind of sensual beauty is indeed as amazing as a work of art.

This made him admit in his heart that no matter how beautiful a woman was, if she didn't master some special skills and methods, the pleasure would probably be reduced by at least half.

Of the women that Brian had had close contact with, the oldest was Storm Silverhand, the Chosen One of the Goddesses of Magic, a girl of eighteen years and a few hundred years.

Even so, her skills cannot compare to Orianna's.

After all, the drow are one of the races that are best at discovering this kind of fun.

Feeling Brian's unscrupulous gaze wandering over her body, Orianna felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart. This was exactly the male attention she had been expecting.

Brian's undisguised admiration gave her innate self-confidence great satisfaction.

Still, she was a little surprised by Brian's reaction.

Because unlike other men she had met in the past, Brian did not approach her eagerly like a hungry wolf, which made her feel both novel and interesting.

Of course, Orianna is in no rush to move forward with this.

In her opinion, time is the most abundant luxury, and opportunities are endless.

So, she gracefully took Brian's hand and led him to the bathtub that was emitting light steam.

Her voice was soft and full of temptation: "Master, please allow me to undress you, and then lie down quietly. I will let you experience for yourself what is the pleasure beyond perception."

As she spoke, she gently took off Brian's bathrobe, as if every movement was a dance of love.

Brian was aroused by her words and behavior, and his curiosity and anticipation were aroused.

He looked down at the female drow who was serving him and asked with a smile:
"Supreme happiness? I am looking forward to it. But I have to state in advance that I am not a novice in this area. If it is just a vulgar tadpole looking for its mother, don't blame me for not buying it."

There was a gleam of challenge in his eyes, and he was obviously not afraid of any form of adventure.

Orianna understood the meaning of Brian's words. She knew that he was not an ordinary man. He had rich experience and unique taste.

So, she tapped his chest twice with her small fist, with a hint of mischievous anger in her eyes: "You misunderstood, the happiness I meant is not what you imagined. Now, please follow my guidance and quietly enjoy the tranquility and beauty of this moment."

Some thoughts flashed through Brian's mind.

He shrugged his shoulders lightly, without making any comment, and then he obediently lay down on the marble floor, close to the edge of the bathtub. His eyes, looking at the female drow, revealed an emotion mixed with expectation and relaxation.

Orianna sat down next to Brian gracefully, her movements as light and agile as a cat.

She raised her slender hand and took a crystal bottle that was as delicate and clear as a toy in her hand. The liquid in the bottle shone with an attractive luster under the light, as green as emerald, and exuded an intoxicating fragrance.

She slowly pulled out the cork from the bottle and tilted the bottle slightly downward.

The emerald green viscous liquid flowed out along Orianna's smooth and soft hands like a nimble snake, evenly and gently coating every inch of Brian's back.

The cool touch and faint fragrance of the liquid made Brian close his eyes lightly, as if he was intoxicated by this enjoyment.

This magical liquid not only emits a refreshing fragrance that makes people feel relaxed and happy, but also has the magical effect of relaxing muscles and tendons.

With the nourishment of this liquid, Brian's back seemed to be reborn, his muscles gradually relaxed, and his tense nerves gradually soothed.

And Orianna's technique is even more amazing.

Her massage techniques vary, sometimes gentle like snow caressing the face, sometimes strong like surging spring water.

Under her skillful hands, the liquid's effectiveness was maximized, and Brian felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and relaxation.

As her slender fingers gently stroked him, Brian felt every muscle in his body jumping happily, as if enjoying this comfortable massage.

An indescribable feeling of comfort surged from deep within his muscles and spread throughout his entire body.

His breathing gradually became deep and rhythmic, and he was completely immersed in this ultimate enjoyment.

On the surface, Brian had enjoyed baths and massages from other women.

But even in this regard, even the experienced veteran Storm would probably be defeated by this drow mage.

In this dreamlike feeling of comfort, Brian felt his mind gradually becoming confused, and the thoughts in his mind seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and turned into a sticky paste.

He was immersed in this indescribable feeling, unable to think of anything and didn't want to think about anything anymore.

At this blurry moment, he vaguely heard a voice ringing softly in his ears. It was Orianna's voice.

"Are you comfortable?" The voice lingered gently like the strings of a guitar in the breeze.

Brian opened his eyes slightly, and the scene before him made him feel dizzy.

He nodded with satisfaction, and said with a trembling voice: "Very good, your technique is truly unparalleled. Now I finally understand why you said this is the supreme happiness."

Orianna smiled coquettishly and then lay on Brian's back.

Her perfect body was as graceful as a sculpture, and her skin was as smooth as fine porcelain.

Orianna's body is agile and rhythmic, and her movements are like a silent dance. The lack of words is more powerful than words.

Her hands gently held Brian's shoulders, and the subtle changes in her fingertips made her more eye-catching.

Her graceful body swayed like waves caressing the beach, showing unparalleled temptation and mystery.

Every movement of hers is like a charming poem, full of praise and desire for life.

Brian felt a mysterious energy flowing through her body, bringing an unprecedented feeling of pleasure.

This feeling was like an electric current passing through his body, making him feel as if he was in a magical world.

The drow elves are indeed a race that is naturally good at discovering and enjoying happiness.

Every move of Orianna is full of temptation and mystery.

Her existence was like a unique landscape, allowing Brian to immerse himself in incomparable happiness. (End of this chapter)