Chapter 343: Mirian's Concern (R-18)

The throne room fell into a deep, heavy silence following the intense discussion.

Ryan let out a long sigh, feeling all the adrenaline and pressure from that meeting with the heroes and the Dryad finally leaving his body. He leaned back in his seat, noticing a sharp throb pounding in his temples.

Even though they were much more relaxed now, living in a large territory of their own, all those pending political matters weighed heavily on him. The previous party in the castle and the constant threats from the outside world had completely deprived him of sleep.

In fact, Ryan hadn't been able to sleep well in his own bed for several days.

He closed his eyes for a second, feeling that this lack of physical and mental rest was affecting him much more than he wanted to admit.

Now that they were completely alone in the vast hall, Mirian took a hesitant step toward him.

The archer played nervously with the hem of her clothes, losing all that firmness she had shown in front of the human outsiders. Mirian stood right in front of the exhausted figure of her king.

"Will you hate me now that you know I'm actually a half-spirit?" Mirian asked in an unusually fragile voice.

'So that's what was really bothering her for a while now,' Ryan thought, opening his eyes to assess his companion's sudden insecurity.

"I truly knew absolutely nothing about it. Even now, it's hard for me to believe," Mirian added, looking down at the floor.

She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to contain the nervousness caused by this strange revelation about her own origins.

"Despite how confident I sounded in front of everyone when I said I only want to be by your side, I'm not sure if you want that anymore," the girl confessed.

Mirian sounded somewhat disturbed, fearing that her non-human nature would completely change the way the king saw and treated her.

Ryan watched her in silence for a few seconds, noticing the genuine fear reflected in the archer's eyes.

"I don't care in the slightest," Ryan replied casually, resting his elbows on his knees.

He showed no doubt or repulsion on his tired face, maintaining a very relaxed posture in front of her. To him, no matter what a spirit, a hero, or an ancient church book said, Mirian was still just Mirian.

The archer looked up sharply, searching for any trace of a lie in Ryan's inscrutable expression.

"Are you serious?" Mirian asked, her eyes widening at the quick response.

"Yes, I'm entirely serious," Ryan stated, maintaining eye contact with her.

"Really, really?" she insisted, taking another step toward him to close the distance between them.

"Yes, I'm serious. Did you forget that our group is made up of many different races?" Ryan explained with logic and patience.

He raised a hand, recalling each of the members who inhabited this enormous castle.

"Why would I care that you're a half-spirit when I live surrounded by a dragoness, an infernal, and an elf?" Ryan questioned, making it clear that he didn't care about her origins in the slightest.

Hearing such a simple and direct answer, the heavy tension in Mirian's shoulders vanished completely in a second.

She let out a long sigh of relief, and a huge smile formed on her lips.

"Maybe you're right... but if you truly believe that, then let's have sex," Mirian proposed confidently, returning to her usual attitude.

Ryan didn't respond immediately to the archer's request. He blinked a couple of times, genuinely surprised by the girl's rapid mood swing.

'Well, I suppose that wouldn't be a bad way to relieve some of the stress from these past few days.' Ryan thought, feeling his tired body react positively to the suggestion.

"Alright, but we're hitting the shower first," Ryan said, setting his condition as he stood up slowly to stretch his stiff muscles.

"Yes!" Mirian exclaimed with great excitement, doing a little hop in place on the rug.

They left the massive throne room together and began walking down the wide castle hallways. As they headed toward their private quarters on the upper floor, Ryan noticed that the place was completely silent.

He carefully considered his surroundings and realized he couldn't feel the magical presence or hear the footsteps of any of his other girls in the nearby corridors.

'It seems Alicia took them all down to the town at the foot of the mountain to give me some peace.' Ryan reasoned.

He mentally thanked the beastwoman for her foresight in clearing the castle of distractions and unnecessary noise. Once they reached the spacious bathroom in his bedroom, they both stripped off their clothes quickly without saying another word.

Ryan turned the faucet, and hot water began pouring down from above.

The water filled the cold room with a thick cloud of steam in a matter of seconds.

During the shower, Ryan wasted no time and gently pushed Mirian against the wet wall tiles. He knelt in front of her under the continuous stream of hot water, parted the archer's legs with both hands, and began licking her pussy directly.

Mirian let out a loud moan that echoed off the enclosed bathroom walls. She tangled her fingers in Ryan's wet hair, leaning her back against the cold tile while he continued to stimulate her with his tongue.

Ryan's constant, precise movements brought her to her physical limit very quickly. Mirian came for the first time with a loud moan, clenching her fists and trembling uncontrollably under the hot water.

But Ryan didn't stop there. He continued licking her with the same intensity and dedication.

A few minutes after that first climax, the archer couldn't take it anymore and came a second time. She squeezed her legs tightly against the human's shoulders, letting out long, heavy breaths from the overstimulation.

After turning off the water, they both stepped out of the shower and dried themselves quickly with clean towels. They walked straight to the large bed in the master bedroom, dropping onto the mattress without hesitation.

There, beneath the sheets, they had intense, completely uninhibited sex. Ryan thrust into Mirian forcefully, and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the silence of the dark room.

Mirian dug her nails into Ryan's back, moaning his name over and over as she took every thrust. Despite his accumulated physical and mental exhaustion from days without sleep, Ryan maintained a steady, aggressive pace on top of her.

The archer's body responded to every movement, sweating profusely against the soft bedsheets. The entire room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the friction of their bare skin.

Finally, after a long session of intense, exhausting sex, Ryan reached his limit. He came inside her with a deep grunt, his movements stopping abruptly. Ryan let the full weight of his exhausted body drop onto the mattress, burying his face in Mirian's neck to catch his breath.

Mirian stroked Ryan's bare back for a few minutes, feeling the human's heartbeat slowly calm down.

Noticing that her king's breathing had become very deep and steady, she realized he had depleted his very last reserve of energy.

Mirian slipped out of bed very carefully so as not to make a sound or wake him.

She gathered her clothes from the floor, dressed in complete silence, and walked toward the exit. The archer left the room, gently clicking the wooden door shut behind her.

Left completely alone in the darkness, Ryan sank into the sheets and pushed everything aside, finally managing to sleep deeply for the first time in days.