Reala woke up and sighed in relief. It wasn't a dream. His body was really entangled with the statuesque beauty's legs who was called NiGHTS. He was still heavily fatigued from the rigorous mating session the two have done, the red and black nightmaren purring at the erotic memories pouring into his head. He felt the arousal gently washing over his form the more he dwells on every single detail.
Click...click...click...
Reala was taken out of his partial self induced trance by a strange clicking he heard a few seconds ago. He was pretty doubtful that any nightmaren (if him and NiGHTS weren't the only two left) would be that brave or that stupid to rob from the royal castle of Wizeman, but Reala had someone else's safety to care for now.
Reala looked at the beautiful sleeping form of NiGHTS again, now noticing something rather odd. He saw that one of NiGHTS's hands was cradling his slightly toned belly. A blush slowly crept onto Reala's face. One part of him was doubtful that one night was all they needed to create new life, but it technically wasn't only him involved in the gangbang...
He shook the thoughts out of his head as he began to slowly unravel himself from his mate. He bit his lip, for it was becoming painful for Reala to know there may be a chance he will have to leave NiGHTS alone. He was unable to make any clones, for his body was still fatigued to the point moving freely was difficult.
He first got his legs out of the soothing bounds, then his arms, and then he pulled his head away from NiGHTS's shoulder, mourning at the lost of NiGHTS's soothing scent. After he was sure NiGHTS still wasn't going to get up, he began to put on his undergarments and his tights. He didn't bring his shirt, for he wanted for intimidation to play a big role in stopping whoever was in the castle.
"I will be back NiGHTS.
The red and black nightmaren whispered into the white haired nightmaren's ear, kissing the free lobe before he floated out of the bedroom.
Now he starts his aimless walking through the hallways of the castle. He used to remember NiGHTS doing such a thing when they were younger and NiGHTS was on the "right" side. He used to remember keeping quiet as he paid attention to how NiGHTS's developing hips would seductively sway whenever NiGHTS would walk. Looking back, he theories that this was the reason for why NiGHTS usually likes hovering than walking in public. Having such hypnotic hips would cause a problem on all parties looking...if not drooling-!
Speaking of drooling, Reala wiped the saliva from both his daydream and from his deep sleep endeavors right as he heard the clicks getting louder.
Click...click..click...
"That has to be a nightmaren."
Reala whispered to himself. The clicks were too uniform and predictable to be just some random clicking from either outside or from any of the appliances in the castle. What he found odd (and stupid) was that the noises were coming from the kitchen
Reala groaned to himself, thinking that whoever was causing the noise were a bunch of low, third level nightmaren trying to steal some food for-!
*Shing!*
A dagger stabs the wall near Reala's face.
"Okay...second level."
Reala thought to himself for a split second as he stood corrected.
The icy blue eyes of the masculine nightmaren widened painfully at what he saw. The other creature was indeed a nightmaren, but that wasn't the problem.
The problem was the specific nightmaren this nightmaren was:
Red eyes monitored what move Reala would do next as they crossed their gloved arms in disapproval. The curves of the creature were enough to rival, if not beat NiGHTS's, the slightly plump thighs jiggling enticingly on the occasional shift in their gate.
Their outfit barely covered much of them, their "suit" having two parts of them, both being sheet and decorated with a vine design reminiscent of climbing roses. The only parts of the "outfit" that weren't sheer were the small black top on the creature that added emphasis to the impossible midriff of the outfit, the back of the added skirt on the outfit to add movement to the creature's gait, the gloves, the "fuck me boots" Reala calls them, and the black jester's hat that came out of each side of the nightmaren's head, only to sharply curve back into itself.
Reala's mind began to run, for he knew who he was looking at. He was looking at the template that Wizeman followed in creating him and NiGHTS. The nightmaren who was only known as-
Selph."