Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 119: Second Life (5)

The three toddlers never fell to the floor. After Amphorae’s valiant aura disappeared, they regained their bearings and began to hover, each pouting furiously.

“He really just dropped us like that! Doesn’t he know that we’re delicate young ladies?!” Shere’s pout turned into a tiger’s growl. It was so ferocious that a slaughter qi overwhelmed the palace. But, Dyon only chuckled when he sensed it.

Linlin and Biibi only giggled lightly. “Big brother is going to take us out for some fun in a few days, let him have his fun.”

In the corner, Sen tried to hide his massive body. His shoulders trembled, hiding his massive head behind them.

‘I really said those things about women in front of that scary big sister? Stupid! Stupid!’

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A moment later, Dyon had softly laid Amphorae down on a bed that was more than 6 meters in length and 4 in width.

One arm propped himself up while the other held Amphorae’s waist steadily. At the same time, Amphorae’s long, smooth legs wrapped around his waist, her elegant white gown slipping down to reveal a wondrously plump ass and white laced panties.

Her lips gently kissed Dyon. Although she didn’t initiate, she seemed to open herself up to him with a graceful ease… It was as though she was inviting her Lord Husband to take pleasure in her body.

A small mischievous glint flashed within Amphorae’s beautiful green eyes. A moment later, a burst of enigmatic energy completely burned Dyon’s clothes to nothing, leaving him completely naked. historical

Dyon pulled away, looking down at himself in exasperation. “You dare tease your husband like this?”

Amphorae’s eyes glittered, looking into Dyon’s. Her gaze almost made his legs go soft… So enticing and sensual, he couldn’t stop his heartbeat from quickening.

His lower body reacted in full force, standing with the firmness of an iron rod. It pushed forward as though it wanted to conquer lands, pressing against Amphorae’s soft thighs.

“Do you know why I love you?” Amphorae suddenly asked.

Dyon was caught off guard by the question. He could only continue to stare before lightly moving Amphorae’s red-gold hair away and gently kissing her slender neck.

A small gasp escaped her cherry lips as an outpouring of soul energy entered her body. Her legs tightened around Dyon’s waist, unable to control even her own actions. At the same time, her face became flush, a sweet layer of fragrant sweat coating her delicate skin.

With barely a touch, a bout of uncontrollable pleasure flooded Amphorae’s delicate body, her back arching in response. If those that had fought along side her had seen this, they would have been shocked beyond belief. The Angelic Demoness actually had such a side to her? To them, the thought of a man conquering her was absolutely impossible.

Amphorae’s lips trembled as Dyon’s gentle touch overwhelmed her body. Before she realized what was happening, layers of her clothing began to slowly disappear.

First, her white gown was pulled over her head, revealing the silhouette of a body so perfect that Dyon’s eyes turned red. He almost lost control of his mind entirely, the enticement of a dao formation woman’s body was so fierce that veins bulged all throughout his body.

Amphorae’s small hand delicately rested on his chest, causing a stream of holy energy to calm the beating of his heart. She knew quite well the temptation her body brought, but she wanted her husband to be lucid for their first time in this world.

Whether it was the deep ravine of white, gorgeous flesh, or her toned and soft belly, or the faint outline of her shaven treasured place below… Each lit a heat that Dyon couldn’t temper alone.  

White flames blazed in Dyon’s eyes, causing a glint of surprise in Amphorae’s features. She could actually feel her holy will being amplified… But it was a supreme law! Was that even possible?! However, the truth was right before her, how could she deny it?

The moment the white flames invaded her body, the endless pleasure seemed to surge forward exponentially. No matter how elegant and refined Amphorae was, she could no longer hold back her fits of moaning. They escaped her lips time and time again, without any sign of restraint.

Under her stupor, she vaguely felt a pressure release from her chest and her hips being pulled up ever so slightly so that a small and delicate piece of fabric could slide down her thighs.

Dyon almost became afraid. He had never seen anything more perfect in his life. The feeling of being unable to control himself shook him to his core, so much so that he lowered his head and hid his eyes within Amphorae’s bosom, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and immersing himself in the soft cushion that surrounding his face and a fragrance that could intoxicate the gods.

Amphorae stroked Dyon’s hair like a loving wife.

“Today, had you shown fear toward my blood lust, I likely would have severed this life from the past. My past life couldn’t even be considered that… I was nothing but a hollow shell, a dressed-up doll with her life planned long before she was born. It wasn’t until this life that I came to understand who Amphorae Pakal was and is… Who Amphorae Sacharro was and is…

“You’ve shown me that you’re worthy of being my husband. You’re still that man willing to face the greatest of dangers with a posture firm and strong, a back as wide as the world and eyes as piercing as heaven’s sword. You’re still my King, my Emperor… My first and only love.” Amphorae smiled lightly, her hips shifting ever so slightly.

A moan escaped her lips as she felt the heated rod that was Dyon’s member slide along the slit of her treasured place.

“Take me…” The words had just barely left Amphorae’s lips before she felt a spear pierce her and a pleasure that made her shiver with ecstasy.