Chapter 70: The Red Room and the Nightly Dinner

Chapter: The Red Room and the Nightly Dinner

Sonora prepared a large room adjacent to her own specifically for Fafnir and Griselda. The walls were painted a warm, deep red, while the furniture was crafted from the finest heavy wood, intricately carved and reflecting an old-fashioned yet luxurious taste. At the center of the room stood an enormous bed large enough for four people to sleep in without the slightest sense of crowding. Its mattress was exceptionally soft, covered with glossy black silk sheets upon which the faint candlelight reflected.

At first, Sonora had intended to give the room exclusively to Griselda while assigning Fafnir a chamber far away on the opposite side of the floor. However, the objections from the two of them came swiftly and decisively, forcing her to relent and allow them to stay together in this room for the coming days.

Night had completely fallen when the three of them sat around a beautiful wooden table decorated with silver candelabras. They were not truly hungry; True Immortals such as themselves no longer needed food, and absorbing energy alone was enough to sustain them for tens of thousands of years. Nevertheless, eating had become an enjoyable pastime they indulged in from time to time, a reminder of their old days when they had still depended upon it.

Sonora and Griselda were the ones who prepared the table. They stood beside the stove for a while, moving with lightness and elegance, while Fafnir sat behind them and watched in silence. His eyes wandered over the alluring curves of their bodies without the slightest embarrassment: Griselda's slender waist and full hips as she bent down to pick up a dish, and Sonora's enormous breasts, which trembled slightly with every movement. A faint smile of silent amusement appeared on his face.

After several minutes, they placed the exquisite dishes on the table and took their seats.

Fafnir began by tasting one of the dishes Griselda had prepared. He chewed slowly before raising his brows in genuine admiration.

"Oh... my dear. This is incredible cooking. It tastes just like you... delicious, and it leaves a lasting impression."

Griselda smiled tenderly, a faint pink coloring her cheeks despite her immense age.

"I'm glad you like it. I made it with you in mind."

Fafnir then reached for another dish prepared by Sonora. He tasted it calmly and remained silent for a moment longer this time before speaking honestly.

"Old hag... your cooking is delicious too. I honestly didn't expect this from you. I thought you only knew how to give orders and make sarcastic remarks."

Sonora puffed out her enormous chest with unmistakable pride, causing her heavy breasts to sway beneath her tight dress. She raised her head with her familiar arrogance and looked down at him.

"Hmph. Of course my cooking is delicious. You're lucky, fossil, that you even got to taste it. If I'd known you were going to praise me with such cheap compliments, I would have added a few extra hot spices... just to watch you cough like a child."

Fafnir smiled calmly and mockingly, exactly as he had expected her to respond. He raised his cup slightly and said,

"And if you had, I would have asked for more. You know I like things spicy."

Griselda laughed softly, while Sonora continued to hold her nose high and pretend indifference, despite the slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth.

The dinner slowly came to an end amid light conversation and their constant exchange of sarcastic remarks. Once the dishes had been cleared away, the three of them went upstairs. Sonora walked ahead of them with confident steps before stopping at the door to her room and turning toward them for a moment.

"Your room is ready, as you both saw. Don't disturb me tonight... unless it's something important."

She then entered and quietly closed the door behind her.

Sonora stood in the middle of her room for a moment, taking a deep breath. She raised her hands to her long green hair and swept it away from her shoulders before beginning to remove her clothes with deliberate slowness.

She took off her high-heeled shoes first, revealing her small, soft, beautiful white feet, their toes neatly arranged. She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her dress. The fabric opened and slowly slipped down her body until it fell around her feet.

Sonora was left wearing a large black bra made of completely transparent fabric, vaguely revealing the pale skin of her breasts beneath it, with their dark-pink nipples clearly visible through the sheer material. Her underwear was a small piece of transparent black fabric that only partially concealed her intimate area, accompanied by three thin straps: one passing tightly between her large buttocks, while the other two wrapped around her hips before meeting above her buttocks.

She reached behind her once more and undid the clasp of her bra. The sheer garment fell to the floor, leaving her heavy, rounded breasts exposed, swaying slightly with her movements. She then grasped the straps of her underwear and slowly pulled them downward until they slipped from her legs. Her alluring figure now stood completely naked beneath the candlelight, radiating pride and overwhelming femininity.

Her skin was pale, white, and soft as marble; a slender white waist accentuated the curve of her broad, full hips; her large, firm, pristine-white buttocks rose proudly; and her long legs were slightly full yet athletic at the same time. Her short green pubic hair, carefully trimmed into an inverted triangle, framed her pink intimate features.

She walked toward the bed with slow, confident steps, climbed onto it, and lay on her back upon the luxurious sheets. She closed her eyes and released a long sigh as her body gradually relaxed beneath the dim candlelight, surrendering to the quiet sleep of the night...

Or to whatever might come afterward.