Chapter 1267: Remarking Melissa & Ravaging (r-18)

The question made her expression soften, because despite everything they had already shared, despite the child now growing inside her and the years of love between them, he still asked.

Melissa’s fingers slipped into his hair. "I was sure the first time."

Phei’s mouth curved. "And now?"

"Now I’m also carrying our baby." Her thumb brushed slowly across his cheek, affection becoming almost unbearable beneath the teasing warmth in her eyes. "So what exactly do you think changed my love?"

His grin widened despite himself. "Technically, quite a lot."

"Phei."

"Right. Sacred moment."

She laughed softly, and he kissed her before either of them could ruin it further. The kiss deepened as his hips gave one slow, deliberate roll, dragging the thick shaft of his cock through the soaked heat of Melissa’s pussy and making her moan into his mouth.

When he drew away, his expression changed again.

Phei lowered one hand and placed two fingers against the smooth skin where his old Mark had once rested. He did not need to force anything. The moment Melissa’s acceptance reached him, his Harem Mark inside him answered with a warmth far deeper than ordinary essence.

The Mark started branding itself on her body.

Melissa inhaled sharply and her pussy clenched hard around the heavy length of Phei’s cock still filling her, a fresh rush of her wetness spilling around him as the light sank into her skin.

It sank through the surface of her with an almost intoxicating warmth, spreading in delicate threads before curling inward and beginning to shape itself. What had once been a symbol placed upon flesh now felt strangely alive even before it finished forming, as though something deeper than ink, essence or blood had remembered Melissa.

Phei felt it too and new and even more powerful connection opened:

Familiar: Melissa and deeper than before.

For the briefest moment, the woman beneath him seemed to exist inside his awareness with impossible intimacy. He could feel the shape of her presence, the warmth of her soul and the tiny living miracle resting inside her body, all of it brushing against him through a bond that had ceased to feel like an ability someone had granted him.

The Mark had life now; something belonging to him and belonging to them.

Phei’s cock throbbed inside Melissa in answer, the thick head of him pressing deeper against her pussy as the bond sealed.

Melissa saw his eyes change and immediately understood that whatever had just happened was larger than the old Mark.

"What?"

Phei stared down for another second before his expression slowly dissolved into a smile.

Melissa followed his gaze.

The new Mark rested where its predecessor had once been, yet it no longer looked like a lifeless symbol carved into skin. Its lines possessed a faint depth now, black-white radiance moving almost imperceptibly beneath them while the tiny Dragon within its design seemed less drawn than sleeping.

Melissa touched it carefully. Her fingertips had barely reached the Mark before its miniature Dragon shifted. She froze. Its tiny head lifted. One wing flexed lazily beneath her finger before settling again.

Melissa’s eyes widened. "Phei."

He was already grinning: "Cool, isn’t it?"

"It moved." Melissa stared at the tiny living symbol for several breaths before slowly looking back at him. "Your Mark is alive."

"Our Mark," Phei corrected softly.

That wiped the surprise from her expression and replaced it with something much warmer.

His hand travelled upward again until it covered her womb. Phei looked from the Living Mark to the place their child rested, and the grin on his face became softer than Melissa had expected.

The first symbol of their eternal bond had returned beneath his hand.

Yet somehow it no longer felt like the greatest one.

Not anymore.

They had made something together that no Mark could ever equal.

A person.

His child.

Their child.

Phei leaned down and kissed Melissa’s stomach, lingering there long enough that her fingers immediately entered his hair. His cock stayed buried inside her pussy the entire time, the thick shaft of him twitching against her fluttering walls as he worshipped the place their baby grew.

"I really have a child, Mels," he murmured against her skin, sounding absurdly amazed all over again.

Melissa smiled. "You discovered that yesterday."

"I know. Apparently my brain requires repeated confirmation."

He kissed their baby again, then lowered another kiss to the newly awakened Mark.

That one carried a different promise.

The Living Soul connection meant more to him now than it would have yesterday. Melissa was no longer alone. Protecting her meant protecting the little life growing within her as well, and if remarking her gave him even one more thread connecting them, one more chance to sense danger before something reached her, Phei would have renewed the Mark a thousand times.

His lips lingered against it.

Then Melissa’s hand tightened suddenly in his hair.

Phei looked up.

The tender mother who had been staring lovingly at him a moment earlier had disappeared somewhere behind a very different smile.

"Well?"

His brows rose innocently. "Well what?"

Melissa stared at him.

Phei’s mouth twitched.

"Ah."

"You got your Mark."

"I did."

"You had your emotional father moment."

Phei nodded solemnly. "Very important."

"You kissed the baby."

"Also important."

Melissa slowly drew him back up her body until their faces were close enough that her next words warmed his lips. "And I distinctly remember asking for something after the Mark."

Phei’s shameless grin returned in full.

There she was.

His Melissa!

He kissed her hard enough to steal whatever complaint she had prepared, and when her arms tightened around his neck, the newly awakened Living Mark gave one faint pulse beneath them, warm and alive, as though even it understood that whatever gentleness had ruled the morning was about to become considerably less civilized.

Phei’s hips snapped forward.

The thick length of his cock drove deep into Melissa’s pussy in one powerful thrust, stretching the tight, wet heat of her around every ridge and vein of him. She cried out into his mouth, her pussy clenching hard around the sudden invasion. He did not give her time to adjust.

He pulled back and slammed into her again and again in ten successions and harder, the heavy head of his cock punching against her deepest point while her full breasts bounced with the force.

"There," he growled against her lips, voice rough with hunger. "This is what you asked for."

He fucked Melissa hard and fast. His hips rolled and snapped in a relentless rhythm, the wet, filthy sound of his cock plunging into her soaked pussy filling the room.

Clear nectar spilled around the shaft of him with every withdrawal, coating his cock and dripping onto the sheets. Her thighs locked around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he ravaged her.

Her breasts pressed and slid against his chest, nipples tight and dragging over his skin with every brutal thrust.

The Living Mark pulsed hotter against her skin each time Phei buried his cock inside Melissa.

He braced one hand beside her head and kept the other over her womb, protective even as he drove into her pussy with punishing force. She fluttered and clenched around the thick girth of him, the stretched entrance of her clinging desperately to Phei’s cock as he pulled back only to slam home again.

Melissa’s moans turned broken and continuous, her body jolting with every impact, the firm curves of her ass lifting to meet him.

He kissed her through it — hard, open-mouthed, tasting every cry she gave him — then lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked while his hips kept working.

The contrast of the soft pull of his mouth and the brutal snap of his cock inside Melissa’s pussy made her arch hard beneath him.

"Phei— ah—!" He did not slow.

He fucked the mother of his child even deeper, faster, the thick shaft of his cock forcing Melissa’s pussy open again and again until she was spasming around him in tight, rhythmic pulses. Her stomach tightened under his palm. Her thighs trembled. Clear wetness spilled freely around his cock, the lewd sound of their bodies growing louder with every thrust.

Melissa clung to Phei’s cock, taking every inch of his cock he gave her, stretched wide around the heavy length of him that still left so much of him outside her. The size of his cock never eased.

Every stroke reminded her how completely he filled her pussy, how tightly her body had to yield just to keep him.

He kissed the Living Mark, then her womb, then her mouth again, never breaking the hard, relentless pace.

"You’re mine," he said against her lips, voice low and raw. "Marked. Carrying my child. And taking every stroke I give you."

Melissa’s answer was a broken moan and a harder lift of her hips, meeting Phei thrust for thrust as he ravaged her without mercy, the newly awakened Mark glowing faintly between them while her body shook and opened and her pussy clung around the thick, relentless length of his cock driving into her.