Reaper of the Martial World Chapter Book 6: 325: Fountain (1)

Dyon bitterly chuckled. “So that’s why you dragged in here even after I told you I had things to do?”

Clara rolled her eyes. “We could have healed your soul forever ago. Do I look like a prude to you? If you keep leaving sexually frustrated I’ll –“

Dyon grinned, flipping Clara below him. “You’ll what?”

Looking into Dyon’s piercing hazel eyes, Clara fell into a trance. She had been truly worried about him for the past few days, not to ntion missing him dearly. Although she had been with Ri just a few weeks ago, she hadn’t seen Dyon in months.

Dyon’s eyes slightly glowed as a gentle aurora fla appeared to coat his fingers.

He trailed Clara’s jaw, causing her hips to involuntarily tremble.

Dyon’s lips sealed hers, flooding her body with a comforting feeling just as The Seal blocked off the view of the spirits in his mind’s eye.

With gentle movents, Dyon slowly removed Clara’s robes and clothing. It wasn’t long before much of her beautiful caral skin was exposed without a single flaw to be found.

Dyon grinned, lightly grasping Clara’s ass. “These hips would really go to waste if I don’t put a baby in you.”

Clara’s face was flush. The aurora flas pouring into her were so comforting that her muscles went completely limp. She couldn’t even reply back with a witty comnt. In fact, she almost subconsciously nodded as though that was exactly what she wanted Dyon to do.

If she didn’t believe Dyon’s bragging before, she definitely believed it now. It was almost to the point of it being unfair how aroused she was at that mont.

Dyon slowly removed Clara’s undergarnts, revealing a breathtaking scene.

His hands slid over her glistening skin, pinching her soft thighs and squeezing her plump breasts.

Clara’s breath turned ragged, but her gaze was resentful, as though she despised Dyon for teasing her like he was.

“Imagine threatening your husband,” Dyon whispered into Clara’s ear as his hand slid between her legs, “Shouldn’t you be a little more obedient?”

Dyon’s blood boiled. The long her spent teasing Clara, the more his Demon Sage blood threatened to sear his skin to ash.

The heat in the room doubled, then tripled. If it wasn’t for the fact both he and Clara had powerful bodies, it would be highly uncomfortable. Instead, they did, making the atmosphere incredibly comfortable.

Clara’s hips pulsed to the rhythm of Dyon’s hand as she held onto his neck, fiercely pressing her lips against his.

Dyon cradled his wife gently in his arms, focusing his everything on pleasing her.

Originally, Dyon didn’t want to take Clara as his third wife. It wasn’t because he didn’t have feelings for her, but rather because he thought she deserved a man who would be able to give her his everything. He hated not being able to spend every mont of everyday with his wives… He didn’t want them to feel abandoned or neglected.

Maybe it was because Dyon felt that he was alone much of his life. He knew how painful that empty feeling was and didn’t want those beside him to ever experience it.

Yet, at the sa ti, he knew that without power he could never keep them by his side. That was why he decisively left the three won he loved most in the world for almost 15 years.

What pained him was that even though he was back now, he still didn’t feel that he was powerful enough to walk across the world with them.

It seed as though challenge after challenge kept weighing down on him, forcing his dreams further and further from him.

Dyon often thought about simply joining a high-profile sect and becoming their Legatee. With such a strong umbrella of protection, wouldn’t he be able to live out his life peacefully? Beco an arrogant young master without a worry in the world? With his talent, what sect or clan wouldn’t drool over the prospect of recruiting him?

Of course, Dyon shared this thought with his wives. They could ignore all responsibility. Maybe if they were lucky, they’d die peacefully before the entity even awoke and leave the problem for soone else to deal with.

One could imagine how that conversation went. Even the calm, goddess-like Madeleine beca angry with Dyon, berating him for being too selfish.

It was funny. Technically, the reason Dyon thought of taking this path was for a completely selfless reason. He simply wanted them to never have to miss him again.

Yet, their thinking was the complete opposite. They knew Dyon’s personality. How could he be satisfied with lying under soone else’s protection? To be restricted by soone else’s ans? For his life and death to be in the hands of soone other than himself?

In the sa way Dyon didn’t want his wives to want for anything, it was the sa way they didn’t want him to. It was truly a twist of fate.

Dyon lowered himself on top of Clara, stroking her cheeks that glowed with a post-climax shine. He smiled genuinely, his eyes filled with care and love.

His tip slowly glided into Clara’s pink folds, delicately separating them.

Clara’s legs wrapped around Dyon tightly, unwilling to let him go as her soft lips t his.

At that mont, a flood of information connected their minds’ eye. For the next few days, if one paid close attention to the Master’s Peak, they could faintly see the illusion of a Dragon and Phoenix mating in the skies.

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Dyon bitterly chuckled. “So that’s why you dragged in here even after I told you I had things to do?”

Clara rolled her eyes. “We could have healed your soul forever ago. Do I look like a prude to you? If you keep leaving sexually frustrated I’ll –“

Dyon grinned, flipping Clara below him. “You’ll what?”

Looking into Dyon’s piercing hazel eyes, Clara fell into a trance. She had been truly worried about him for the past few days, not to ntion missing him dearly. Although she had been with Ri just a few weeks ago, she hadn’t seen Dyon in months.

Dyon’s eyes slightly glowed as a gentle aurora fla appeared to coat his fingers.

He trailed Clara’s jaw, causing her hips to involuntarily tremble.

Dyon’s lips sealed hers, flooding her body with a comforting feeling just as The Seal blocked off the view of the spirits in his mind’s eye.

With gentle movents, Dyon slowly removed Clara’s robes and clothing. It wasn’t long before much of her beautiful caral skin was exposed without a single flaw to be found.

Dyon grinned, lightly grasping Clara’s ass. “These hips would really go to waste if I don’t put a baby in you.”

Clara’s face was flush. The aurora flas pouring into her were so comforting that her muscles went completely limp. She couldn’t even reply back with a witty comnt. In fact, she almost subconsciously nodded as though that was exactly what she wanted Dyon to do.

If she didn’t believe Dyon’s bragging before, she definitely believed it now. It was almost to the point of it being unfair how aroused she was at that mont.

Dyon slowly removed Clara’s undergarnts, revealing a breathtaking scene.

His hands slid over her glistening skin, pinching her soft thighs and squeezing her plump breasts.

Clara’s breath turned ragged, but her gaze was resentful, as though she despised Dyon for teasing her like he was.

“Imagine threatening your husband,” Dyon whispered into Clara’s ear as his hand slid between her legs, “Shouldn’t you be a little more obedient?”

Dyon’s blood boiled. The long her spent teasing Clara, the more his Demon Sage blood threatened to sear his skin to ash.

The heat in the room doubled, then tripled. If it wasn’t for the fact both he and Clara had powerful bodies, it would be highly uncomfortable. Instead, they did, making the atmosphere incredibly comfortable.

Clara’s hips pulsed to the rhythm of Dyon’s hand as she held onto his neck, fiercely pressing her lips against his.

Dyon cradled his wife gently in his arms, focusing his everything on pleasing her.

Originally, Dyon didn’t want to take Clara as his third wife. It wasn’t because he didn’t have feelings for her, but rather because he thought she deserved a man who would be able to give her his everything. He hated not being able to spend every mont of everyday with his wives… He didn’t want them to feel abandoned or neglected.

Maybe it was because Dyon felt that he was alone much of his life. He knew how painful that empty feeling was and didn’t want those beside him to ever experience it.

Yet, at the sa ti, he knew that without power he could never keep them by his side. That was why he decisively left the three won he loved most in the world for almost 15 years.

What pained him was that even though he was back now, he still didn’t feel that he was powerful enough to walk across the world with them.

It seed as though challenge after challenge kept weighing down on him, forcing his dreams further and further from him.

Dyon often thought about simply joining a high-profile sect and becoming their Legatee. With such a strong umbrella of protection, wouldn’t he be able to live out his life peacefully? Beco an arrogant young master without a worry in the world? With his talent, what sect or clan wouldn’t drool over the prospect of recruiting him?

Of course, Dyon shared this thought with his wives. They could ignore all responsibility. Maybe if they were lucky, they’d die peacefully before the entity even awoke and leave the problem for soone else to deal with.

One could imagine how that conversation went. Even the calm, goddess-like Madeleine beca angry with Dyon, berating him for being too selfish.

It was funny. Technically, the reason Dyon thought of taking this path was for a completely selfless reason. He simply wanted them to never have to miss him again.

Yet, their thinking was the complete opposite. They knew Dyon’s personality. How could he be satisfied with lying under soone else’s protection? To be restricted by soone else’s ans? For his life and death to be in the hands of soone other than himself?

In the sa way Dyon didn’t want his wives to want for anything, it was the sa way they didn’t want him to. It was truly a twist of fate.

Dyon lowered himself on top of Clara, stroking her cheeks that glowed with a post-climax shine. He smiled genuinely, his eyes filled with care and love.

His tip slowly glided into Clara’s pink folds, delicately separating them.

Clara’s legs wrapped around Dyon tightly, unwilling to let him go as her soft lips t his.

At that mont, a flood of information connected their minds’ eye. For the next few days, if one paid close attention to the Master’s Peak, they could faintly see the illusion of a Dragon and Phoenix mating in the skies.