Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Ryu suddenly had problems thinking straight. How was he supposed to answer if she had already grabbed onto him? Even if someone held a blade to his neck, he wouldn't believe that she hadn't done this on purpose.

Ryu's member continuously trembled and twitched outside of his control. She hardly moved but the gentle touch of her skin and the subtle warmth of her breath pushed him over an edge even faster than it would have had she been actively doing something.

Ryu closed his eyes, his breathing turning shallow.

"You've read her memories?"

"I know what you want to ask, but I should tell you that regardless of what the truth is, I will tell you the version that benefits me the greatest."

Ryu's lip curled at such an answer as it was exactly the one he expected to hear. However, he never planned on asking such a question to begin with. He had become enraged not because he believed Isemeine's slander, but because no one in this world was allowed to speak such words about his wife.

Ryu didn't care who Elena's father was, he didn't care what blood ran through her veins, he also didn't care if the words Isemeine spoke were actually true. All he knew was that she was his wife, his woman for all lifetimes.

She would be his. Plain and simple.

"And Isemeine herself?" Ryu asked.

"I have used a part of the technique we prepared for the sake of our resurrection. It is a simple reanimation technique and allows me to take over her body indefinitely. Usually this would be difficult for me to execute and would have a high cost threshold, but the state of her mind was far too inhibited for her to pose any threat."

"This isn't what I meant." Ryu replied.

"If you meant to ask if you would be having myself or her, the answer is both. It is impossible to separate the two.

"Unless you bring me the complete list of materials I need to reanimate my own body, it will always be like this. But, for all intents and purposes, you will be having me, including my virginity and Primordial Yin. As a bonus, you will gain hers as well."

Ryu's eyes opened, having returned to piercing silver. He looked down toward Eska, his silver meeting her white. It should have been an awkward exchange, but both seemed to meet the other with an ease of indifference that might have very well only been possible for the two of them.

"I'm not a fan of being used." Ryu said plainly.

"Neither am I." Eska replied.

A shallow wind passed overhead. In those moments, the peak of the mountain seemed particularly mellow. Even after all the commotion, there didn't seem to have been a single Demon alerted. Though, it was more accurate to say that those that had been, were subsequently scared away by Ryu's Primordial Chaos Lightning and his Dominion.

The two didn't say anything for a long while, but they had seemingly already come to an understanding. And, that moment was sealed the moment Eska's lips touched the tip of Ryu's cock, their soft, moistness gently enveloping its glands.

Eska's movements seemed to carry an air of practiced naivete. As an older woman, she was aware of matters such as this and had read and even seen the action executed many times before. This was where the 'practiced' air came from. But, at the same time, she had never done such a thing herself and hadn't quite known exactly what to expect.

Her nose was filled with a powerful masculine scent, her tongue and mouth drowned in a salty sort of heat.

She had chosen this action to show just how serious she was to Ryu. It was impossibly rare for such a noble lady to do such a thing, and even rarer for it to be a Sky God.

Through action, rather than words, she was displaying a subservience and determination even Ryu hadn't expected.

His eyes were still locked with Eska's, he could see her soft lips wrapping around him, feel her small tongue caressing at his most sensitive regions and even swallowing the liquids he produced without an ounce of hesitation.

All the while, her cold and distant eyes never left him. The dichotomy filled him with an excitement he found difficult to control.

What man didn't like to conquer? By every metric, Eska was the very woman Ryu would pick out of a crowd if he never met Elena.

That cool indifference, that defiant arrogance, that undying pride even in such a situation. This was the kind of woman Ryu was attracted to the most.

Eska's tongue stuck outward, gliding along the base of Ryu's cock. Her head bobbed with a slow rhythm even as her hands caressed everywhere from Ryu's inner thighs to the sensitive balls between them.

Ryu could hardly see her body from this vantage point. He could just barely see that start of her large breasts and even in peeking over her shoulders, he could only see the graceful curve of her back, but this only seemed to excite him all the more.

As a lady of grace and experience, Eska seemed to understand that less was more, that sometimes even with beauty as endless and pristine as hers, the imagination would still be better.

She leveraged her understanding to an extreme, her slight awkwardness fading with each moment and her skill increasing with every delicate suck of her lips.

Eska's movements slowed by another measure when she felt the trembling of Ryu's cock increase. As though teasing him, she pulled all the way back, leaving a soft kiss on the very tip before diving back down.

Ryu could feel himself being forced further and further into Eska's mouth.

The eye contact. The slow disappearance of his cock. The feeling of Eska's throat expanding and contracting as it struggled to accommodate him completely…

And finally the touch of Eska's tongue to his balls.

Ryu was unable to hold back any longer. His muscles flexed, the twitching of his dick reaching an apex.

And yet, Eska didn't pull back until several moments later, her movements slow and attentive.

Ryu's blood coursed throughout his body. At that moment, as though a shackle had been released from him, his bones crackled and popped, a hint of a frown between his brows releasing as his qi circulated with much greater smoothness.

Ryu touched a palm to Eska's cheek, pulling her head and leaning forward until she was level with his chest.

The sparkling line of saliva that connected her lips to his cock was like a lingering reminder of what she had just done, and only seemed to make the fire within him rage greater.

Eska's expression remained indifferent, not even bothering to wipe it off. She could feel Ryu's gaze on it, feel the excitement bubbling through him despite the coldness within his eyes.

And then their lips met. Eska's lips slightly parted, accepting Ryu's tongue into her mouth.

She felt herself being swept up, a strong arm wrapping around her waist. The faint moistness between her legs was separated, a spear piercing through her as she was gently laid to the ground.

Eska's legs wrapped around Ryu's, giving in to his whims. However, what was happening below couldn't have been further from passive.

Ryu felt Eska's walls expand and contract much like her throat had, but the feeling between them was almost akin to night and day.

There was no rigidity of bone or teeth to worry about, only an endless swirl of softness that stuck to him from all sides.

Every time, he pulled outward, it would almost feel as though a powerful vacuum was sucking him back in, as though she had gripped his very soul and refused to let go.

Eska pulled back from Ryu's kiss, placing a palm on his cheek as she looked into his eyes once again.

A hint of a flush colored her indifferent features. It was just a slight change in hue, but it was so enticing that a low growl left Ryu's lips.

Fragrant liquids dripped from between Eska's legs, its every drip falling to the black stone below with a gentle drop.

Eska gently moved her hand from Ryu's face and down his chest. Her every action was like that of a seductress, leading Ryu's attention by the nose with a shocking ease.

Even as his hips maintained a steady rhythm, his thoughts were enraptured by that small, delicate hand. Where was it going? What would those slender fingers do?

It was at that moment that Eska's lips slightly parted, a long intake of breath breaking her usual steady cadence.

It was then Ryu understood.

Eska slid two fingers over the hood of her own clit, pulling, pushing and circling around as she looked into Ryu's eyes.

The flush of her cheeks deepened, her breathing becoming more haggard. The squeeze of her walls increased as an alluring gasp left her lips.

Ryu grabbed onto her hips tightly, plunging in as deeply as Eska's body allowed.

The movement of Eska's fingers increased, the last of her gasps suffocated by Ryu's lips as she felt a rushing gush within her.