Arcane Journey

"Respected Mage, do you need me to personally escort you back?"

Orianna sat on a magical floating disc that emitted a dreamy soft blue light. Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, intoxicating. Every word she said was like silk brushing gently against one's ears, making it hard to refuse.

Brian shrugged his shoulders and smiled in response, "Miss Oriana is so kind that I can't refuse her. If I refuse, I will be wasting your kindness."

There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if he was enjoying this rare opportunity to get close to her.

After saying that, Brian moved his mind slightly and appeared next to Orianna.

Orianna smiled slightly and controlled the magic float to float to a cliff more than a hundred meters high.

Above is a spacious platform, and on the stone wall of the platform is a wizard tower surrounded by a platinum gate, which looks like it is carved out of the stone wall.

Orianna moved her mind slightly and raised her hand to disperse the magic disc.

Then, he suddenly put his arms around Brian's waist from behind, put his beautiful lips close to his ear, and spoke in a trembling and emotional voice:
"What's wrong? Dear Mage, why do you look so depressed? Are you still angry about the Devil's Fang?"

"I'm not that petty. A scum like that can't possibly affect my mood." Feeling the beautiful and charming female drow mage's whispering in his ears, Brian said in a slightly cold tone:

"The reason for this is mainly due to Miss Orianna's attitude, or the attitude of your Dark Web organization."

He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I thought that this gathering would allow me to meet your real messenger who I could talk to, but to my disappointment, not only did I not meet the person I wanted to meet, I also wasted my time and played a boring farce with you."

"Okay, I don't want to say anything more. I'm going to rest." Brian said to the drow mage, "Didn't you say you would send me back to the Demon Fang? Why did you bring me here?"

"If you want to rest, why go back to Devil's Fang?" Orianna didn't care about Brian's complaints and rants. Instead, she pressed her soft body against him and said in a sweet voice:
"You are my most distinguished guest. If you want to rest, you should go to my Mage Tower."

"The most distinguished guest? I don't think your hospitality is very satisfactory to me."

Brian turned his head and tried to push with his backhand.

But his hands had only been stretched out a few inches when they stopped awkwardly in the air.

Orianna in front of him, her graceful body, was pressed tightly against him, with no gap between them, leaving him with nowhere to start.

"Hehehe..." Orianna laughed sweetly, letting go of Brian, and walked to him, saying angrily, "It seems that sir is not satisfied with my service. In that case, follow me. I promise to do it until you are satisfied."

She looked at Brian with her eyes openly and assured him, "Please believe me, I will definitely take you to see the person you want to see tomorrow."

After saying that, Orianna took Brian's hand and waved her hand. A magical light flashed across the golden door and it opened automatically.

Brian didn't refuse.

Following Orianna, we came to her mage tower which looked like it was embedded in the stone wall.

After the two entered the hall, Orianna turned to Brian and said, "Sir, please wait here for a moment while I get ready."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Brian to reply, she was impatiently enveloped by the light of a teleportation array and disappeared.

In a moment, two drow maids with graceful and well-proportioned figures, wearing white suspender stockings and almost transparent black gauze skirts, took Brian into a strange and majestic stalagmite building.

With a teasing gleam in their eyes, they gently stroked Brian's clothes and wrapped him in a snow-white bathrobe that was as soft as a cloud.

Then, Brian was led into a large room decorated with gold and jade and extremely luxurious.

Brian did not refuse this tempting offer. He already knew in his heart that the mastermind behind all this was Orianna.

He looked around calmly, with admiration and curiosity in his eyes. This room was like a dream palace, with thick and soft carpets. Every step he took felt like walking on clouds, light and ethereal.

The pink lights on the four walls exude an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere, filling the entire room with a strong sense of mood.

There is an unknown comfortable fragrance floating in the air, which is intoxicating.

In the center of the room was a pool of strange, shimmering water, with a faint mist and light smoke floating on the surface.

Everything around him seemed as illusory as a dream, making Brian feel as if he was in a fairyland.

He gazed at this dreamlike scene, feeling a surge of inexplicable anticipation in his heart.

"This is my private massage room, are you satisfied?"

Suddenly, a pair of arms as smooth as jade wrapped around Brian's neck as nimbly and gracefully as a snake.

The slender fingertips, with a subtle and inquiring look, gently slid into the inner collar of the yukata, like fingertips stroking the strings of a guitar, playing an alluring melody.

They gently roamed across his warm and powerful chest, as if telling a forbidden and obscure secret.

Whether they are drow elves or surface elves, they are the most agile and nimble race in the land of Faerun.

Orianna's footsteps were as light as falling feathers, and she walked behind Brian silently.

Brian was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice her coming.

At this moment, she completely let go of all her disguise and reserve.

The skin is as smooth as jade, like a newly blooming flower, exuding a natural fragrance.

The clothes on her body had been reduced to the minimum that Brian could imagine, as if they were specially prepared for this affectionate embrace.

Brian turned around suddenly, and their eyes met instantly.

He hugged Orianna tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body in an instant.

At this moment, Brian and Orianna were both gasping for breath, and it seemed that they had used up all their strength to breathe.

Everything around them seemed to be still, with only the two of them interacting in this mysterious atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, the two figures slowly separated.

The noble drow mage Orianna had charming eyes, with a captivating light flashing in them.

Her eyelashes trembled gently, with a magical rhythm. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Brian. Her voice was as smooth as silk and she asked, "Mr. Mage, do you think that what I showed you was disappointing?"

Her voice is still so seductive and irresistible.

Brian came back to his senses, regained his composure and calmness, and replied with a smile:
"Disappointed? This word doesn't apply to me. I have to say that what you have shown has indeed far exceeded my expectations. But if that's all, don't you think I'm too easy to deal with?"

Orianna's eyes were hazy, as if she could see through his heart.

She smiled, her voice soft and full of temptation: "Come here, I will let you experience for yourself what the most supreme happiness is." (End of this chapter)