Chapter 5328: Brought To Paradise (R-18)

’It’s as Mingzhi said... he looks like he lost control and might even want to suck on my blood...’

Schleya’s crimson pupils quivered as she looked into Davis’s sapphire eyes.

She felt frail and secure within his embrace, but also hollow underneath. Her insides throbbed, wanting his cock to ravage her, yet she lay down with her mouth closed, rosy hue coloring her pale skin and cheeks.

Shirley’s startled gasp by the side barely registered in their minds. One of his hands already cupped the nape of Schleya’s neck, the other shoved the gold-chain belt aside so he could grind the hard length of himself against the soaked slit of the gown.

Schleya’s crimson pupils opened wide. The vampire costume that had been a joke a while ago and made her extremely embarrassed amongst other sisters now felt like a snare that trapped the prey over her. The deep plunge of black lace had ridden up; one inner curve of her breast was fully bared, the nipple already stiff from the sudden heat of his palm.

"Husband- wait, I have to greet-"

Davis did not wait as his mouth crushed hers. The crimson painted lip balm smeared across both of them. She tasted of the faint metallic sweetness of blood, something he perceived to be dabbed at the corner of her mouth for effect by Mingzhi.

Davis groaned into it as if it were actual blood, making him strangely excited and crazy.

His tongue pushed past her teeth the same instant his fingers found the high slit and tore the last few stitches. Pale thigh, black lace, the sudden rush of cooler air against her dripping folds could be felt by her, making her suck in a cold breath but end up drinking his saliva. Then his knuckles dragged through that wetness, two fingers sinking into her insides without much surprise but still made her back arch like a folded mattress.

"Mhn!~"

A thin, broken sound left her throat. Shirley had scrambled to the far edge of the bed, cheeks burning, but she did not leave. She was left a bit shy since she had managed to have Davis all to herself for the past hour as the others were still sleeping.

Moreover, if she didn’t gain distance, she figured Davis might soul-steal her as well.

She let him have this so-called vampire before moving closer again.

Davis’s sapphire eyes never left Schleya’s face.

"Schleya, didn’t I tell you how your cultivation manual’s techniques allowed me to overturn the Celestial Transcendent’s expectations and defeat him at the last battle?"

The black gloves caught on his shoulders when she tried to push, tearing her lace and popping fabric knots from the mere wind energy emanating from him. He yanked the remaining glove off with his teeth and flung it aside, then bit the pale underside of her breasts in a playful manner.

Schleya’s insides clenched around his fingers. The hollow ache she had felt standing in the doorway became a sharp, rhythmic throb. Every time he crooked those fingers inside her cave, she felt it in the pit of her stomach and all the way to her soul as he additionally used life energy to pleasure her. It left her completely paralyzed with pleasure, not allowing her to match his pace.

"Yes, you did..." She could barely utter a response as she closed her eyes in a half-lidded manner, enjoying his masterful caresses.

But suddenly, Davis pulled his hands free.

The sound was obscene. He licked his fingers once, eyes half-lidded, then shoved the ruined dress up over her hips and freed himself- inside her.

"Ooh~"

Schleya moaned as the first thrust punched the air from her lungs.

Schleya’s head fell back. The dark choker dug into her throat. Davis had buried himself to the womb in one long, relentless slide and gave a pleasurable sigh. She was already tight from the nervousness, but the suddenness, and wanting it so badly, made her walls flutter around him before he even started moving.

She let out a soft cry of embarrassment.

Even though she could control her muscles because of her aptitude in blood, she couldn’t because she wanted him so much.

She didn’t want herself to get in his way of gaining pleasure from her.

Davis started moving.

The bed-frame began banging against the wall while Shirley made a small, amused noise as she covered her mouth.

But she gawked when she saw Davis’s hand find Schleya’s throat above the choker and squeeze just enough to make her crimson eyes glaze. His other hand yanked the gold chains until the belt snapped. The dress finally slithered off one shoulder, leaving her half-naked, half-drowned, the inner curves of her breasts shining from the first sheen of sweat.

"Look at me." Davis uttered hoarsely.

Schleya did, her pupils quivering as she silently parted her lips, trying to breathe.

*Paah!~* *Paah!~* *Paah!~*

Davis’s rhythm turned brutal. Each snap of his hips drove her body to new heights. The wet slaps of their flesh, skin on skin, filled the bedchamber.

Schleya began to moan past her pursed lips.

Suddenly, he changed the angle, hooking her thigh over his elbow, so the high slit gaped wider, allowing him to slam into her more comfortably. The head of his cock dragged over the spot that made her vision white. A high, broken cry tore out of her as her walls spasmed and tried to seize him. Slick sounds gushed around, soaking the already-ruined dress, the sheets, the inside of her own thigh.

Davis did not stop even as Schleya climaxed, finding this bloody vampire below him completely mesmerizing. She was only lacking canines, but other than that, everything about her, from the aura to her mysterious cold demeanor, deemed that she from a fabled vampire bloodline.

Schleya shuddered so hard her toes curled. The second orgasm hit before the first had fully died, ripping through tidal waves joining from another ocean current. She came with her mouth open against his shoulder, no sound left, only the wet, helpless clench of her body trying to keep him inside.

Abruptly, she bit into his neck, causing Davis’s breath to stutter.

"Take it- Accept them all and get pregnant, Schleya!"

He drove in twice more, buried himself to the hilt as he embraced her, and spilled with a low, guttural sound that vibrated against the mark he had just licked. Heat flooded her. It leaked out immediately around his still-twitching cock, sending waves and waves of yang essence inside her, making her twitch heavily.

Schleya couldn’t believe the reaction he showed when she bit him.

She felt like she really must praise Mingzhi as though she was a pious devotee.

For a long while, only the sound of their breathing and intermittent moans could be heard, their breaths brushing against each other.

Schleya thoroughly enjoyed it.

They continued for the next hours, but halfway through, the other sisters started waking up one after another. Noticing this, Shirley quickly approached Davis and sat by his side, waiting for him to take her next. The others slowly approached him, revealing their seductive bodies and pined around him, kissing and frolicking with him.

Poor Schleya didn’t complain at all.

Davis felt overwhelmed but also overjoyed, surrounded by five beauties naked. It was his first time holding so many at once, each of his limbs, fingers, orifice, and other head working to their limits. With Heart Intent active, he felt drunk on them, barely noticing the time pass.

It wasn’t until hours later that the doors opened again, causing them to stop.

The final chosen entered the bedchamber as the firelight from the hall poured across the blue and gold of her jewels and the sheer white silk that drifted from her arms. Her long black hair fell straight down her back with a clean fringe across her brow and framed the pale oval of her face while her violet eyes gleamed.

The bodice she wore was cut low and rigid with gold work and blue stones that lifted and framed the heavy swell of her breasts and left the smooth plane of her stomach bare. A wide belt of gold and sapphire sat on her hips and sent chains and hanging ankhs down over the sheer panels that parted with every step and showed the long shine of her thighs. Gold cuffs circled her upper arms and a pendant rested in the hollow of her throat. The translucent silk of her sleeves floated behind her like pale smoke.

Davis’s jaw dropped yet again, his movements freezing as he saw Yilla enter, dressed in a lovely dancer’s dress.

Yilla’s beauty was ephemeral at this moment, belonging to two kingdoms at once.

Her long black hair and straight fringe, the gold collar, sapphire gems that looked like lapis stones, all spoke of the kingdom called Egypt on Planet Earth. Clearly, this was Mingzhi’s work, allowing him to easily guess she was the one responsible for this makeover.

Nonetheless, the rest of Yilla did not appear to be from the same kingdom.

She carried a demonic vibe. The violet of her eyes was too deep and too still. The paleness of her skin looked lit from inside as though she was a sacred being. The fullness of her lips and her alluring expression were as though she was a demon queen in disguise.

Before Davis could respond, Yilla flicked her sleeves.

In response to her actions, Ellia and Aila took out something.

Davis blinked as he saw that they had brought out zithers while still being naked, leaving him speechless and excited at the same time. They looked incredibly tantalizing when they moved and sat across the chamber as they went to the two ends.

Finally, Shirley took up the flute.

Only Dalila and Schleya remained in place, both of them blushing a bit as they didn’t know how to play a music instrument.

*Cling~*

The zither found its first note as Ellia pulled the string, causing Yilla to move.

The gold chains at her hips swayed before the rest of her did. They dazzled across her bare skin as her waist drew a long circle as she turned around. Her gorgeous black hair followed a beat late. At the same time, silk lifted from her arms as if a breeze had passed through a curtain, swaying.

Her beautiful blue-gold Egyptian dancer dress followed her every movement, mesmerizing the eyes of the beholder.

Ellia’s hands stayed on the strings, plucking and playing while Aila didn’t lose to her, showing her skills as the spoiled young mistress of the Cherryweave Family. Neither looked away for long as they had their gaze on Yilla, their gaze full of admiration.

With their music, the dance did not break into steps but flowed smoothly, one motion pouring into the next the way river water takes the shape of every stone and still remains itself. Yilla’s shoulders barely moved. All the speech of her body lived lower, in the turning of the waist, in the slow weight of her breasts as they lifted with the music, in the chains that lay and clashed against her skin, echoing charming sounds.

Davis watched with parted lips, his throat dry.

The dance went on for minutes, nearly making him stand up and go to her, but he waited for her as he suffered.

Finally, Yilla made her way to him, spinning and dancing as she fell into his embrace.

*Cling!~*

The last note of the zither and the ethereal resonance of the flute faded, leaving a pair of lovers gazing into each other’s eyes passionately.

"How was it?" Yilla asked eagerly.

"More amazing than I could’ve ever asked for."

Davis’s eyes gleamed as he leaned in and took Yilla’s naughty lips along with her giggle.

With six beauties surrounding him, Davis seemed to have achieved nirvana, expanding his horizons and limits as he nearly tried to pleasure them all at the same time. Surrounded by plushy softness, teasing voices, and seductive giggles, he felt himself afloat in paradise.