Chapter 1347: My Dear Wife (r-18)

She was not voluptuous. She never had been; Sienna’s body was goddess-cut — clean lines, high firm tits set tight on her chest, a slim waist that flared into an ass so perfectly shaped it made his hands ache, long legs, pale skin glowing with a beauty that had only grown sharper in the year apart.

More beautiful and sovereign; her violet eyes watched him with that quiet power that belonged to the Nether Goddess alone, and still her breath shook when her gaze dropped lower where his sword dangled intimidatingly so huge.

Phei looked down at himself too.

A year of training had changed even an already godly immortal body his possessed before he came here. Her wanted to palm drag her hand over denser muscle at his chest, down the hard plane of his stomach, along the cut of his hip. Power moved under his skin in slow, heavy surges Sienna could feel from inches away. Cultivation pressed against the air between them; under that power lived his hunger.

Raw. Year-starved.

His sword hung thick and heavy between his thighs, so long it pointed toward her with a dark flushed head and veins standing along the shaft like taut cable. The length of him looked almost violent in the quiet room. His balls were drawn tight underneath, heavy with a year he had not spent inside her.

Sienna gulped.

She would not tell him she had missed that.

She just stared.

At the sheer size of him the dark huge crown of his dick, the veins dancing and coiling hard down the shaft. At the way it twitched under her gaze, lifting heavier, thickening as if her looking at it was enough. His scent was more intoxicating too than before that her mind swam and her pussy clenched around nothing, a slow, involuntary flutter that sent a warm bead of wetness down her inner thigh.

None of the others would survive this version of him. Not tonight with that power and that need riding him at once.

Phei took her wrist and led her hand to his cock.

Her fingers closed around him — or tried to. She could not wrap all the way.

The heat of his cock burned her palm so thick harder than anything and veined she could literally feel every one of his beautiful veins thrum. The shaft filled her hand and still spilled over her fingers on both sides, so much leftover length standing above her fist that the flushed head rested against her wrist like a threat she had asked for.

The Nether Goddess stroked it once, root toward that wet head, and felt him throb so hard the movement kicked in her grip.

"Your presence has become more intoxicating," Sienna said in a low voice; her violet eye lifted to his while her hand stayed locked on him.

Phei kissed her for that like a man who had waited a year and was still trying not to break the first minute. His mouth opened hers and stayed there, tongue dragging along hers while her fist kept working that impossible cock between them, and the Young Dragon groaned into the Nether Goddess as if the sound had been waiting in his chest since the last time he had her.

He kissed her again, deeper, and her high firm tits brushed his ribs while she stroked him, leftover shaft sliding wet through the gap her fingers could not close.

He pulled her onto him in one motion — Sienna straddled his lap, her high firm tits flattening against his hard chest, nipples dragging over his skin, the slim, warm press of his woman finally bare against him after a year.

He groaned into her mouth at the feel of her; taut stomach to his, long thighs locked around his hips; her firm and high tits crushed to his chest while his cock stood trapped between them, thick and wet at the tip, smearing a hot line up the plane of her belly.

The head painted her navel.

The rest of him stayed a heavy, veined length she could feel from her lower stomach down between her thighs, too much cock to hide even pressed flat to her.

Phei did not notice the exact moment his hands found her ass.

But they did.

Both his palms filled with those perfect cheeks and squeezed deep. His fingers dug into flesh that was firm and springy at once, spread her open, and pulled her tighter against the underside of his shaft.

Sienna gasped into his kiss.

The long shaft nestled along her whole seam, splitting her outer divine flower around him without entering her, and still there was leftover cock above her clit, a thick wet head smearing her belly while the rest of him split her open from the outside.

He squeezed again, harder, spreading her until the wet cave sat flush on that veined underside.

She was already wet enough that his cock shone where she sat on it, her pussy was kissing the shaft in a slow, messy line from root toward mid-length, and the rest of him still stood free between their stomachs like it had no intention of fitting.

His one hand left her ass and settled between her legs.

Phei felt the Nether Goddess in all her divinity but he did not rush it.

His fingertips traced her first — light, almost reverent — along the soft outer lips, following that perfect seam like he was learning a sacred line by touch alone.

Warm. Silk-smooth.

Her divine petal folds parted under the pad of his finger and kissed him back and dripping; he drew one slow path up to her clit and circled once, gentle enough that Sienna’s breath caught against his mouth.

"Mhhm~"

The little peak was already tight, already standing.

He circled again, firmer, then traced back down and parted her with two fingers so her wetness shone on his skin like warm water.

What he opened was quiet and absolute; her pale outer lips were flushed inner flesh.

Her small, gleaming entrance clenched around nothing.

Phei honored it with patience before he took more, thumb still on her clit while his fingers held her open, and Sienna’s violet eyes stayed on his as if even this first touch had to be received like a rite.

He slipped inside her with just his two fingers entered Sienna in one smooth, careful push.

Her walls closed around his fingers at once, tight and trembling, divine heat swallowing him to the knuckle while her wetness ran warm down his hand. He felt every flutter. Every greedy little squeeze.

He traced her from within the same way — slow curls against that hidden inner place, unhurried strokes that studied her, worshipped her, worked her with nothing but his fingers while she shook in his lap.

Each curl made her thighs tighten around him and each withdraw left his fingers shining, and he pushed back in to the last knuckle so she had to take the stretch again, pussy gripping and releasing around him while his cock stayed trapped against her belly, throbbing, leaking, leftover length painting her stomach every time she breathed.

Sienna pumped his cock while he did it.

Her hand worked him root to tip in long strokes, thumb smearing the thick bead at his head down the underside, stroking that giant veined length against her own stomach while Phei’s fingers moved inside her with the same graceful hunger.

Halfway up the shaft her hand ended and the rest of his cock still rose against her, dark head kissing the soft plane under her tits, and she stroked that leftover length anyway, wet palm dragging over what her body had not taken yet.

Her high tits stayed flattened to his chest. Her ass flexed under his other hand.

Her violet eyes went hazy. His scent drowned her. Power surged under his skin against her palms.

"Ahh~"

He added a third finger but it was outer than the others.

Sienna’s breath broke against his mouth. Her pussy stretched around him, still tight, still dripping, still pulling, the extra width forcing her open until her thighs shook against his hips and a fresh run of wetness spilled over his wrist.

He worked those three fingers in a slow, deep rhythm — curl, drag, fill — while she stroked him harder, her wetness smearing the underside of his cock every time her body rolled against him.

He could feel her getting closer from the way she clenched, from the way her hand faltered on him, from the small helpless sound she refused to turn into a word. Phei kept the pace deep and unhurried anyway, three fingers buried to the last knuckle, thumb circling her clit, his mouth on hers, his leftover cock sliding wet between their stomachs because even this close there was still too much of him to hide.

"Haaah—"

"Only you," Phei muttered against Sienna’s mouth, fingers wet to the last knuckle inside her while she stroked him like she meant to ruin him. "Can go toe to toe with the current me; without me holding back."

He curled those fingers again and her pussy seized around them, a long, shaking grip that ran from her entrance up through her stomach, and Sienna’s fist tightened on the thick mid-shaft of him while the rest of his cock stood free against her, head dripping onto the high press of her tits.

She came on his hand like that, quiet and wrecked and still graceful, violet eyes half-lidded, mouth open against his, wetness spilling hot down his fingers and onto the veined underside of the cock she still could not take all of.

"Mhhm."

Phei did not pull his fingers out until the last flutter eased.

When he did, they shone to the wrist with her divine juice. His cock stayed huge between them, wet from her, from him, from the year, leftover length still standing against her belly as if the night had only found the first door.

A full week of relentless sex had just started—!