Chapter 222: Mine Tonight

Ace’s hand had already reached Sora’s back, sliding slowly down her spine, about to reach beneath her round butt.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself. How could he possibly stop now?

Hearing Sora’s words, he merely comforted her in a low voice.

"Don’t be afraid. Even if you slip and fall, I can catch you with my Fierce Wind Legs."

As he spoke, Ace pressed Sora against the jagged edge of the cave wall.

Except for her legs, which remained firmly on solid ground, most of Sora’s body was suspended in mid-air, supported only by Ace’s arm strength. The precarious position kept her heart constantly on edge.

Her once-calm heartbeat quickened.

Thump. Thump.

Her nerves were taut, yet Ace did not let her relax, showering her with passionate kisses. His movements were fast and fierce, like a sudden storm sweeping over her.

The sensation made her already-tense nerves even more sensitive, sending a tingling feeling through her entire body.

Before long, she found herself unable to hold back her reactions.

Seeing that Sora was more sensitive than before, Ace’s already-red eyes grew even deeper in color.

Holding her securely, he became even bolder, shifting her slightly farther outward.

Sora’s heart tightened at the sudden movement. Terrified, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her legs firmly around his waist.

Ace felt her cling tightly to him, and the closeness only heightened his excitement.

He breathed warmly against her skin, his kisses becoming even more frequent.

Sora felt both thrilled and frightened, her heart suspended between excitement and fear.

Ace was particularly satisfied with his choice of location. Sora was more cooperative than usual, which he took as a sign that she liked it.

He caressed her shoulder and said with a hint of regret, "It’s a pity. The only flaw is that I didn’t wear that battle robe today. Otherwise, you would definitely have liked it even more."

Sora: "..."

She was instantly speechless.

Did he really have to mention that at a moment like this?

It completely ruined the atmosphere.

That ridiculous pheasant-feather clothing of his would probably have made her laugh so hard that she couldn’t continue from the beginning.

And considering his sewing skills, one kiss would probably send feathers flying everywhere.

They would float through the air and land all over her face.

Just imagining it made her feel that it would have completely ruined the thrill of the moment.

Never mind.

She had thought Ace had finally made some progress, but perhaps he had simply stumbled into the right approach by accident.

Still, she had to admit that he had been surprisingly on point today.

She was quite satisfied.

Although Ace had enjoyed the excitement, he also knew that Sora was currently carrying a little cub and needed to be treated carefully. After a while, he restrained himself and stopped.

Seeing that Sora was becoming sleepy, he wrapped her in the animal-hide bedding he had prepared beforehand and carried her back to his cave.

Even though their intimate moment had ended, he still didn’t want anyone disturbing their time alone together. Therefore, instead of taking her back to the Wooden Hut, he returned to his former cave.

After settling Sora comfortably, Ace leaned down and kissed her lips.

His Female was truly beautiful.

He had heard that mating could make a Female even more beautiful. He wasn’t sure whether it was because of him, but he felt that Sora’s eyes had become larger and her features more refined.

After admiring her beauty for a while, Ace finally fell asleep contentedly.

When Sora woke the following morning, she could barely straighten her back.

After silently cursing Ace for a while, she used her Wood Element Ability to soothe the soreness throughout her body before climbing out of bed with a calm expression.

She absolutely wasn’t going to fool around with this silly tiger again next time.

Although it had felt good, it was also exhausting.

She really couldn’t take it.

Sora yawned and returned to her small Wooden Hut. After washing herself and changing into clean white animal-skin clothing, she headed toward the Wild Kitchen, intending to get something to drink.

The moment she stepped inside, however, she heard the sound of an argument.

"Who told you to come here? You don’t need to do these things!"

Lucas stared angrily at the breakfast spread across the table.

Drake listened calmly without saying anything. He continued placing the food he had brought onto the table at an unhurried pace.

Xavier also frowned when he saw this. He stepped forward and blocked Drake’s path with one hand.

"Even if you are the Priest, this isn’t a place you should be coming to."

Drake looked at him.

"I’m merely preparing breakfast for the Leader."

"Hmph. ’Preparing breakfast.’ That sounds nice." Lucas sneered. "I’ve never seen a Priest from another Tribe do these things for their Leader."

He didn’t believe for a second that such diligence came without an ulterior motive.

The Priest and the Leader had always had their own responsibilities. Since when had a Priest become responsible for the Leader’s daily meals and personal needs?

Yesterday, Drake had been arranging another Beast Husband for Sora.

Today, he had deliberately brought her breakfast.

Would he clean himself up and crawl into Sora’s bed tomorrow?

Lucas had once heard Beastmen complain that dragons were particularly skilled at currying favor with Female masters.

He hadn’t paid much attention to those rumors before.

But now that he was witnessing it himself, he finally understood.

The man looked respectable enough, yet his actions were clearly calculated.

He was even more scheming than Lukan and Damien.

Lukan also frowned slightly.

"Even so, since you’re not one of the Beast Husbands, it isn’t appropriate for you to take responsibility for Kaelira’s meals. We Beast Husbands can handle these things ourselves, so we won’t trouble the Priest."

His words were more polite than Lucas’s.

Drake raised his eyes and looked at Lukan.

"My apologies, but this is simply the custom of us dragon. Everything revolves around the Female. If the Beast Husbands find it troublesome, I ask for your understanding."

Even Damien felt that the man standing before him was shameless.

His eyes narrowed.

"What? Just because you’re a dragon, you think you’re special? Do I have to yield to you?"

The strength of the man before him was quite decent, at least above Rank Six.

However, compared with Damien, he was still somewhat weaker.

Sora listened from the side, sensing that the Beast Husbands’ hostility toward Drake wasn’t merely because he had brought breakfast.

They seemed to have a particular prejudice against dragons.

Confused, Sora secretly asked the System:

"System, is there something special about these dragons? Their reputation doesn’t seem very good."

The System quickly responded.

"Host, dragons are a beast group on the Beast World Continent famous for revering Females. They are exceptionally considerate toward Females and are very obedient to them. They are regarded as the most compliant Beastmen in the Beast World, and their tribal leaders are mostly Females."

"Because of this, they are extremely popular among Females. However, they are also strong competitors when it comes to mating. Therefore, their reputation among other Beastmen is not particularly good."

Oh.

So they were simply extremely attentive men.

No wonder these Beastmen felt so threatened.

Lucas rarely agreed with Damien, but after hearing his words, he immediately puffed out his chest.

"Exactly! Do you think we Beast Husbands have to yield to you?"

Drake met Lucas’s eyes.

His hands never stopped moving.

Without paying the slightest attention to their objections, he calmly placed the third plate of breakfast onto the table.

Seeing that he was completely ignoring their warnings, Lucas’s temper immediately flared.

He extended his sharp claws, intending to knock away the stone bowl Drake had just taken out.

At that moment, Drake’s expression changed.

His eyes became sharp.

His tail curled upward as his body instantly shifted into a combat stance.