Chapter 1388: The Hot Ravenous Queen And Her Handsome Master

The Undead Queen was already beautiful enough when Phei first saw her when made her his slave, but once he actually stopped and allowed himself to look, beautiful became painfully inadequate.

Even now what flowed over her body looked at first glance like an impossibly elegant dark dress, except there was no fabric anywhere on her.

Death Essence continuously spilled from the Queen herself and wrapped around her body, gathering into sweeping black-violet layers that resembled silk without ever truly becoming cloth. It hugged her enormous breast narrowed around her waist and poured over her hips in long flowing curtains before trailing around her legs like smoke caught beneath water.

Whenever she moved, the entire thing moved with her, thinning in places until pale skin almost appeared beneath it before darkening again with another pulse of Death. It was less something she wore and more something her existence had decided to imitate for the convenience of everyone else’s sanity.

Phei’s gaze travelled over her longer than he intended; he lingered on the way the Death Essence thinned across the voluptuous size her breasts until the soft upper curves sat almost bare, then following the dramatic cinch of her waist down to the thick, powerful hips that the darkness seemed to cling to with possessive devotion.

Her black hair fell almost endlessly behind her, framing a pale face made somehow more striking by those completely black eyes.

The Death Essence gathered around her throat looked like a high jeweled collar before breaking into delicate patterns across her shoulders, leaving enough of her chest exposed that Phei’s attention betrayed him almost immediately, and when she shifted slightly, one hip settled beneath the flowing darkness, the round weight of her big ass pulled the essence taut for a moment and he found himself following the movement down before catching himself, raw heat settling low in his gut at how easily the shape of her would fill his hands.

Fuck—

’She is gorgeous.’

The Queen noticed exactly where his eyes had gone.

Instead of becoming embarrassed, her lips slowly curved with unmistakable pride, her black eyes gleamed with open delight as she deliberately rolled one shoulder back, letting the Death-made gown shift lower along that side until more of her breast threatened to spill free of the thinning essence.

She turned just enough to give him another view of the curve of her hips; the dress shifted so she could show him the naked hip and the way her ass rounded out beneath that tease and the darkness dress, then she paused there long enough for him to look his fill, her hand drifted lightly along her own thigh as if inviting his gaze lower.

There was nothing accidental about it.

She caught him looking and she enjoyed the fact that he was looking, and apparently considered subtlety something invented by less confident women.

Then she walked straight toward him with her hips swaying with slow, unhurried confidence, the Death Essence parted and clung around her thighs with every step so that pale skin flashed through the darkness before vanishing again.

Phei had settled comfortably against the couch with his legs spread with one arm resting along the backrest, and the Undead Queen had stepped directly between them without hesitation, the drifting edges of her Death Essence brushed his knees before she lowered herself slowly onto her knees.

Her thighs folded beneath her while her round ass settled back over her heels, the motion was deliberate enough that he watched the way her breasts shifted and pressed together as she descended.

Instead of sitting upright, she placed both hands on the couch beside his thighs, leaned forward until her big boobs nearly brushed his legs, and rested her chin inside her palms over his thighs, looking up at him from between his knees with an expression of pure, shameless fascination.

The position was absurdly innocent compared with the woman doing it.

Her chest pressed together naturally between her arms while the Death Essence was thinning further across the deep valley between her breasts, and the Queen knew perfectly well what that did to Phei’s view.

She smiled up at him sweetly, then shifted her weight just enough that her ass lifted and settled again over her heels, giving him a better angle of the heavy ass curves when they giggled while she watched his eyes follow the movement.

"Master," she murmured sweetly, her black eyes shining with open fascination, "you became even more beautiful."

Phei’s eyebrow rose.

The Queen inhaled slowly through her nose his intoxicating scent, she then closed her eyes and did it again, much deeper this time, leaning in until her face was only inches from his shirt. The second breath seemed to have visibly affected her. Her shoulders loosened, her lips parted slightly, and a tiny shiver moved through her body before her eyes opened again, darker and warmer than before.

She squeezed her thighs together where she knelt between his legs, a soft little sound escaped her as the scent of him filled her lungs.

"And hotter," she added softly, voice lower now. "Much, much much more hotter."

Her gaze dropped shamelessly along his body, lingering on his chest, his thighs, the open spread of his legs, before rising again to his face with blatant appreciation.

"You smell more stronger and intoxicating than before too."

Phei watched her lean closer until the tip of her nose nearly brushed his shirt. She inhaled again, slower now, almost savoring him, one hand sliding up to rest lightly on his thigh as she breathed him in.

Another shudder ran through her, stronger this time, and she bit her lower lip while her cheeks flushed with visible pleasure.

"Addictive," she whispered, then smiled suddenly, wide and wicked. "Delicious~"

Phei laughed beneath his breath. "You’re enjoying yourself."

"Very much Master~"

The answer came without even pretending otherwise.

She then rose higher onto her knees and reached for him before Phei could react, both her hands settled around his face. Her thumbs brushed along his cheeks while she studied him from only inches away, fascination written so openly across her expression that it almost became funny.

Her chest pressed against his thigh as she leaned in, soft and heavy, and she made no effort to pull back.

"Master, do you want to have me?"

Phei stared at her.

She grinned, then deliberately rolled her shoulders so the Death Essence shifted lower across her breasts, giving him an even clearer view of the pale, full curves before she spoke again.

"I can see how you look at my body."

Her hands slid slowly from his cheeks toward his jaw, then one continued down the side of his neck, fingers tracing the line of his throat before stopping against his chest.

The Queen’s fingers spread there as though feeling his heartbeat, and her grin became increasingly wicked when she realized he still had not denied anything. She pressed closer, rubbing lightly against his thigh while her other hand stayed on his jaw, thumb stroking the edge of it.

"I am the hottest, right?"

Phei almost laughed.

Almost.

Because the irritatingly hot woman had asked a question he could not answer honestly without creating several future problems.

Melissa had always possessed the hottest body capable of making Phei’s brain temporarily abandon responsibility. Victoria followed dangerously close, especially because those hips of hers should have required some sort of legal permit. Delilah belonged comfortably among them, Adriana was hardly merciful to eyesight; she could rival Melissa while Nastya could rival Victoria frighteningly well even though Phei still gave Victoria the edge, and Cassiopeia had absolutely no business possessing the figure she did either—

His first slave was in the same league as Melissa and Adriana!

Yet if Phei removed love, familiarity and every personal preference and judged purely by physical shape...

Fuck.

’The Queen might actually win.’

Her chest was outrageously full without ruining the elegance of her frame, soft enough that he already knew how it would feel overflowing his hands, her waist narrowed beautifully before widening into thick hips and powerful thighs, and her ass was so perfectly round that the flowing Death Essence seemed to cling to it out of personal devotion.

He could picture gripping that ass while she knelt exactly where she was now, pulling her closer until there was nothing between them but the thin pretense of Death Essence that provided no real barrier at all.

The thing was; the Undead Queen could read the answer directly from his face.