Chapter 1385: Consort: Pleasure in the Sky (minor r-18)

Phei did not remark on the small moan.

His thumbs made the same slow pass again, with pleasure flowing through his fingers and this time he let the touch linger at the flare of her hip, pressing just enough that she felt how easily his hands could have gone lower and how deliberately they did not, which was way more pleasureful than a grab—

—her thighs pressed together in the open air while between them she was already wet, the night finding it, and Phei could smell how turned on she was; her early nectar was rising off her under the ruined hem but kept his mouth shut about that too, holding her waist as if the waist were the whole errand while Consort, who had once thrown him through darkness without blinking, stood in his hands and let the heat climb.

“Nnh…”

He traced her again, slower; his thumbs slid the silk until it clung to bare skin and followed the vicious little dip of her waist out onto the big curves of her hips and back in, as if he were measuring how much of her would fit in his hands when he finally stopped being polite, and pleasure bloomed under his fingers while frost kissed it a breath later.

Consort’s stomach jumped and her thighs pressed tighter and a thin warm wetness answered between them, and she hated how easily her body told on her.

Her eyes slowly closed.

A deeper breath entered her lungs.

That was when his scent filled her properly.

Phei’s natural scent had always affected the women close to him more than he understood, but whatever changes had taken place inside the Primordial Frozen Zone had strengthened that too. World Essence had refined his body too, Body Cultivation had rebuilt him over and over, and nearly a year of tempering had changed everything from his blood to his skin.

The scent that came from him now was warmer, deeper and much harder to fight once he stood this close.

Consort had tried very hard to ignore it since he came near her.

She was failing spectacularly.

His arms felt different around her too.

His body looked almost absurdly soft beneath the smooth white shirt, bright and refined enough to invite touch, yet Consort knew exactly what existed underneath that beautiful skin. She had sensed the strength in him the instant he returned. She knew how brutally dense his body had become, how difficult it would be to truly hurt him now, and somehow that contradiction made touching him considerably addictive for her self-control.

Fucking hell… he was hot, soft addictive on the hands to touch.

‘Unfairly so… Phei—’

Consort found herself increasingly incapable of standing near Phei without her thoughts wandering into places a dignified Head Maid and Consort of her Mistress had absolutely no business visiting.

Her eyes remained closed as memories and fantasies slipped through one another, hands, skin, his larger body over hers, all those shameless things she had imagined doing to him whenever she had enough privacy to stop pretending she was above such thoughts and touched herself.

She had also just watched the Goddess sit on that cock through the window, how huge his length had become and how it was shining under the Goddess’s ass, the stretch of that small pussy around such a big shaft Consort still could not believe had fit inside that graceful woman, the wet bounce of elegant breasts while the Goddess took what she could and left the rest.

Consort’s own body was fuller.

She knew she would take it. She already knew she would go back to her rooms and put her hand between her thighs at the memory of that huge dick disappearing into the Goddess, and the thought made her wet enough that Phei could smell it before the night air found her aroused scent.

In her fantasies she was already on her back while that monstrous thing splitting her pussy open with her inner lips dragging pale around the flare, and the leftover inches slapped her ass because even her greed had a limit she refused to admit. Then the fantasy corrected itself. She took the rest. She seated herself to the root the way the Goddess had not; her pussy stretched shiny around the base, her stomach jumped, and she came on it with her hand over her own mouth so the Undead Queen would not hear.

But that was just that; fantasy— the real Consort, who floated in his hands, clenched so hard a bead of her juice slipped down the inside of one thigh as his hand touched her inner thigh before he pulled back.

Phei smelled her arousal deeply; it did feel warm and unmistakable as it rose off her under the short kimono; he traced her waist again, slower; his thumbs then slid the silk against bare skin until she squirmed a second time and her thighs pressed together in the open sky.

He buried his nose in the curve of her neck and breathed her in like a man who had all night and no manners, his thumb pressed into the small of her back to pull her hips flush against him

That silence was its own turn one; Consort knew he knew and the knowing made her wetter.

Phei’s fingers suddenly tightened around her waist.

“Hah…”

The sound escaped her before dignity could kill it.

Consort’s eyes opened wide immediately.

Phei was grinning.

His hands had used that maddening Goddess Fall Touch against her waist; his fingers pressed with exactly enough control to send a warm weakness through her body without hurting her in the slightest.

“You really are hot, Consort,” he murmured clearly enjoying himself, “and you’re seriously playing with my restraint.”

Her cheeks warmed.

Phei’s hands moved again and traced slowly along the elegant narrowing of her waist before they slid around her sides. He very deliberately ignored the tempting roundness of her very round perky ass lower down, which somehow made Consort even more aware that he had chosen to ignore it.

His palms passed the flare of her hips again and the bare undercurve of her ass where the kimono failed, and he did not squeeze, only letting pleasure kiss those ass cheeks as he went by, until Consort’s breath broke and she had to lock her knees in empty air.

Goddess Fall Touch pleasure lingered on the untouched ass like a mouth that had not opened yet. Her cheeks felt heavier and the kimono had ridden high enough that the night touched the wet crease of her.

She wanted his hands to drop…

—she wanted them to spread her open if he wanted to and she knew he wanted too but he was torturing her…

—she wanted him to look at her pussy the way he had looked at the Goddess’s and then ruin the comparison.

His palms travelled upward along her back instead and followed the shape beneath her kimono before one hand reached the back of her neck.

Consort looked up.

Phei leaned down and kissed her cheek.

A simple kiss.

Yet Consort’s breath caught harder than it had any right to.

His mouth stayed there a heartbeat too long, then drifted to the corner of her lips without taking them, then lower, a warm drag along her jaw that made her tits tighten inside the crossed kimono until the peaks showed through silk.

He caught her earlobe between his teeth, he tugged once, gently, and let it go, then kissed the frantic pulse at her throat.

There was something about what Phei did to women now that extended beyond ordinary attraction.

Something subtle had begun to envelop her the longer she remained in his arms; it sank beneath reason and touched instinct directly. Her body felt warmer, her thoughts became more difficult to discipline and desire kept blooming inside her faster than she could suppress it. The urge was embarrassingly simple.

She wanted him closer.

Consort wanted those hands to stop behaving.

She wanted all of Phei, and the desire felt so natural that resisting it required consciously reminding herself she was supposed to be here for an entirely different reason.

There were actually two forces beneath that reaction.

Dragon Dominance was one and Phei’s advancement had only deepened that natural ability and its effects.

The second was much more recently–

[Ding! New Ability: Dragon Aphrodisiac!]

Phei had stared at that notification for an embarrassingly long time.

There were other effects around him now too, things the dragon had once treated almost like distinct abilities but which were gradually becoming so deeply integrated into what he was that separating them and him felt pointless:

Compelling Gaze, Perfect Addiction and several similar effects no longer seemed like switches he consciously activated. They had become qualities that simply existed around him, woven into his presence the way draconic pressure and the scent of his refined body existed.

Dragon Dominance and Dragon Aphrodisiac, however, remained much harder to overlook.

Especially from this close.

Phei eventually loosened his hold just enough to look down at Consort properly, though one arm stayed comfortably around her small waist.

“I asked you something before I left.”