Chapter 73: Morning After the Storm, and the Laboratory of Shadows

Sonora watched everything that happened in Griselda and Fafnir’s room from behind the half-open door. She saw how his thick penis slowly slipped inside Griselda’s wet vagina, and how the room filled with her muffled moans and the weight of his breathing. She continued watching in silence until the moment his body trembled, then he ejaculated a thick, hot amount deep inside her, until the excess flowed from her swollen vaginal lips and soaked the sheets beneath them.

At that moment, Sonora felt a strange and unexpected ecstasy sweep through her lower abdomen. Her body suddenly convulsed, and a warm stream of liquid burst forcefully from her vagina, soaking the dress she was wearing and spreading across the bedsheets upon which she was sitting in the adjoining room. The contractions continued for several long moments, then her entire body relaxed and collapsed onto the mattress as though it had lost all its strength. Moments later, she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, while Fafnir and Griselda lay intertwined in each other’s arms and drifted into a deep sleep.

In the morning, golden sunlight filtered through the window and filled the room with a gentle warmth. Griselda slowly opened her eyes and found her head resting against Fafnir’s bare chest, his heavy arm wrapped around her waist. She whispered softly as she pressed her body closer to him:

“Good morning… darling.”

Fafnir slowly opened one eye, then gave a lazy smile as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Good morning, my dear.”

He was silent for a moment before adding in a quiet, teasing voice:

“My dear… you really exhausted me last night.”

Griselda’s cheeks turned slightly red, but she laughed softly and said:

“And you weren’t exactly light either. You passed out immediately after we both climaxed.”

Fafnir let out a low laugh, his chest trembling beneath her cheek.

“I missed you so much. I let out everything I had been suppressing throughout that entire period.”

Griselda laughed as well. Then the two slowly rose from the bed, dressed themselves calmly, and left the room almost hand in hand.

The two descended to the lower floor, but they could not find Sonora anywhere. Griselda stood for a moment in thought before saying confidently:

“Since she isn’t here, she must be in her laboratory, conducting her experiments as usual.”

She walked ahead, with Fafnir following behind her in curious silence. They traversed the palace’s long corridors until they reached a massive black iron door in the farthest corner.

Griselda placed her palm against the stone panel beside the door and pushed her energy into it. The panel began to glow with a faint blue light. The door then trembled violently and slowly began to rise, revealing the dark staircase behind it.

Fafnir raised his eyebrows and said in astonishment:

“Oh… it seems that old hag loves mystery. Protecting her laboratory with a formation this powerful?”

Griselda gave a sideways smile as she descended the first step.

“Her research is precious, after all. She doesn’t want anyone to steal it.”

The two descended the dark staircase for a full ten minutes. At the end, they found another door standing open, so they passed through it easily.

A vast hall opened before them, illuminated by cold lights and filled with strange scientific tables and instruments, along with enormous transparent glass tubes filled with celestial-blue liquid. Hideous mutants swam inside the liquid: monsters with vampire heads, creatures that were half angel and half demon, and twisted bodies that had not yet fully developed.

Griselda walked confidently as though she had seen these sights countless times before, while Fafnir looked around with curiosity mixed with astonishment.

They reached the center of the hall, where Sonora stood before a dissection table upon which lay the corpse of a werewolf.

This time, she was wearing an extremely short red dress. Its neckline was cut into a deep V, revealing the inner flesh of her breasts and her broad, heavy cleavage. The lower part of the dress barely covered her large, firm buttocks, leaving her long, athletic white legs completely exposed. She wore high heels of the same red color and held a sharp scalpel in her hand, intensely focused on the corpse before her.

She did not sense their approach at all.

Fafnir and Griselda exchanged a silent, mischievous glance.

Then Fafnir suddenly extended his large hand and gave Sonora’s buttocks a firm slap. The flesh of her buttocks shook and rippled beneath the impact, and she let out a startled cry:

“Aaaah!”

She spun around quickly and saw the two of them standing behind her, laughing. She touched her aching buttocks with one hand, then glared at Fafnir with genuine anger and shouted:

“You old fossil! Why did you slap my butt?!”

Fafnir replied with a sly smile:

“A little lesson. You were completely distracted and didn’t notice us approaching you, you old hag.”

When his palm had touched the flesh of her buttocks, he had felt an extraordinary softness and remarkable suppleness that immediately made his penis twitch inside his trousers. He could not stop his eyes from wandering over her body: her broad, heavy breasts, nearly spilling from the dress; her slender waist; her wide hips; her large, firm buttocks; and her long, athletic legs.

He continued staring until he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.

He looked down and saw Griselda staring at him with a cold smile that was anything but a smile, while pinching his waist firmly between her fingers, hard enough to make him give her a guilty smile.