Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 29: Fated (2)

Dyon lightly kissed her exposed shoulder.

“Will you forgive this husband of yours for being so undeserving of you?”

Dyon’s hot breath tickled Amphorae’s sensitive ears, causing a slight tremble to travel through her lithe body.

Amphorae leaned back into Dyon’s broad chest, trying to steady her breathing. But, this proved to be a fatal mistake. It was as though the moment she entirely relied on Dyon to keep her upright, her heart was completely snatched away. Dyon seized it so tightly that it seemed impossible that he would ever let it go.

“..H.. husband.” Amphorae couldn’t believe her own voice. Weak and broken, it sounded nothing like her usual self.

She couldn’t help but think back, had it felt good? Her first time…

Wait, she had had two first times. She remembered her true first time so clearly. That day, it had felt so good. The second time definitely paled in comparison to the first. Is it because of this feeling?

Dyon’s hands suddenly left Amphorae’s body, causing her to feel a sense of loss. But, that was when her back suddenly felt that Dyon’s chest had suddenly become warmer. Not, it hadn’t become warmer, but the layer of clothing separating his bare chest from her had suddenly disappeared.

Amphorae’s blush deepened, still unwilling to look backward. She could feel the hard, chiseled peak and crevices of her husband chest so clearly through her soft back.

It was as though their roles had completely reversed. In the past, it was Dyon who didn’t dare to look at her because her beauty was too overwhelming, but now it was the exact opposite.

She was so distracted by the sudden warmth that she almost didn’t register the spatial transference array that glided over her clothing, forcing them to slip from her body as though they were never there to begin with.

A beautiful, pure white pair of lace bra and panties appeared before Dyon’s eyes. He was almost thankful that Amphorae was facing away from him, or else maybe he would suffer yet another loss of control. Her skin was simply far too delicate, far too flawless… The slopes of her curves, the softness of her touch, the adorable panting of her breath… Dyon felt the fire in his lower abdomen raging to new heights.

Dyon’s hands reached around Amphorae’s waist. Gliding down her soft, toned belly, he gripped her thighs lightly.

Amphorae, who had been sitting cross legged in meditation, almost lamented her position. She wanted to close her legs, almost to feign defiance, but Dyon had already taken control of her thighs. Any oppressive strength she may have had before this encounter was seemingly thrown away, leaving a woman who was all soft flesh and no bones.

She could almost feel the heat emitting from her treasured place. A desire she hadn’t known she repressed bubbled forth, spreading like fresh spring waters and filling the room with a delicate fragrance that made Dyon unable to control himself.

It was then that the heat Amphorae felt to her back increased another fold, but this time, the culprit was a sturdy rod seemingly seeking to pierce through the small of her back.

“I want you…” Dyon whispered.

These were words he had wanted to say for too long, words he had been cowardly to say.

They weren’t as simple as a man asking a woman to spread her legs, Dyon would never deem to say something so ridiculous. What he was asking for was Amphorae’s heart. He wanted her everything.

An oppressive aura emitted from Dyon as though no wasn’t an answer. His blood coursed through his veins, rampaging about wildly.

Amphorae’s breath quickened, sweat slowly dripping down the crevices of her soft mounds. The enticing view of her quickly rising and falling breasts caused Dyon’s grip to tighten. It seemed with how soft Amphorae’s flesh was, even the slightest bit more pressure would cause her thigh to deform beyond repair. historical

“… Take me.”

The words had hardly fully travelled to Dyon’s ears when he spun Amphorae’s body around. Their bodies surged forward as one, crashing into the long, seamless windows that overlooked the dark ocean waves and the high moonlight.

Dyon didn’t even bother to remove what remained of Amphorae’s undergarments. His fingers slid along the plump bottom, finding the edge to her beautiful lace panties and pulling them to side.

A gasp escaped Amphorae as she felt a large, heated rod pierce her. Her legs wrapped tightly around Dyon’s waist, her feverish moans smothered by his hot lips.

Her hands ran through his hair as though she couldn’t get enough of his touch. She wanted to feel more, to embrace more. Even with their torsos pressed flush against each other, even with her treasured place being furiously plowed by his member, she wanted to get closer… Nothing seemed like it could be enough.

The cry of a phoenix and the roar of a dragon lit the skies above the Pakal Clan. Unknowingly, the battle between husband and wife had become an auspicious sign bring good fortune for the real battle to come.

Amphorae’s fierce red wings instinctually spread from her delicate back, only to be met by Dyon’s own. They wrapped around each other, covering the pair in a cocoon of red and gold.

The battle seemed endless, but Dyon was simply too determined to finally conquer this wife of his. In the end, she could only fall limply into his embrace, her eyes as gentle as water as her boneless body was completely taken by this husband of hers.