Chapter 1390: Virgin: The Grandest Husband!

Phei laughed properly then; he was so pleased with her.

There was something strangely refreshing about how freely she spoke about everything:

Maybe that was simply her personality. Maybe thousands of years of existing had burned away the expectation that defeat needed to come wrapped in pride and resentment.

The Queen, Dragonkin and many of the others he’d enslaved were not from Earth.

They came from different Realms where strength shaped life more directly, where being captured by someone stronger or losing everything because your enemy possessed greater power was hardly some unimaginable violation of the natural order.

They had also lived long enough to understand how vicious that world could become when nobody powerful cared whether you deserved what happened.

Still, personality clearly mattered too despite them knowing the reality they’d used to live in.

Because apart from these six he’d made his slaves, Phei had rescued the Elves without placing so much as a single Slave Mark on them, and yet the Origin Elf occasionally looked at him like she was debating whether killing him would violate some sacred debt.

’Ungrateful woman.’

How much would she hate him if he had actually enslaved her the way he’d done others?

’Probably enough to invent new insults.’

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the Queen returned.

She came directly to him again, but this time instead of kneeling she caught his wrist gently between both hands. Phei looked at her. The Queen smiled and pulled his hand against her chest without hesitation; she pressed his palm firmly into the soft, big and round fullness of her breast.

His palm sank into warmth.

Phei’s thoughts stopped.

The Death Essence that shaped her gown looked like fabric, moved like fabric and possessed absolutely none of fabric’s usefulness once touched. There was no meaningful barrier of cloth between his hand and the soft big fullness beneath it. His fingers pressed into her boob; the Queen inhaled sharply, hugged his arm closer with both of hers, and deliberately pushed herself more firmly into his palm so he could feel exactly how soft and heavy she was.

Phei stared at his hand.

’Fuck. Her boobs are unbelievably so big soft and yet... so supple and firm!’

The Queen watched his reaction with growing delight, then deliberately pressed herself more firmly around his palm and rolled her shoulder so his fingers sank deeper into the give of her breast. She shivered visibly at the contact; her breath caught, and a soft, pleased sound escaped her as she held his hand there.

"You really do like my body."

Phei looked down at her.

She smiled angelically, then shifted so his palm dragged lightly across the peak of her breast, and she watched his face the entire time.

He could remove his hand.

It would have been very easy.

Phei left it exactly where it was.

’Hell no!’ He would never remove it.

The Queen’s smile became almost unbearably smug. She leaned in closer, slid one hand into his long white hair, and combed through it slowly while she kept his other hand pressed to her chest.

"I knew it."

"You keep saying that."

"Because I keep being right."

She leaned forward and pressed a tiny kiss against his knuckles while she still held his hand against her boob. Then she rubbed her cheek affectionately along the back of his hand, her black hair spilled across his wrist, and she breathed him in again, and another shiver ran through her; her free hand stayed in his hair, and her fingers curled lightly at the nape of his neck.

"Who wouldn’t willingly trade those ugly chains for this paradise?" she asked, her voice warm and sincere even as she pressed his palm more firmly into her breast. "A beautiful home, freedom to wander wherever I want, five magnificent undead World Transcendents, Sakura to bother whenever I become lonely..."

Her eyes rose toward his, black and shining.

"And an extremely beautiful Master."

Phei straightened slightly. "Why, thank you."

"You’re the most handsome person I have ever seen."

The compliment arrived with complete sincerity. She stroked his hair again, then leaned in to breathe along the line of his jaw, and her lips brushed his skin as she spoke.

Phei’s hand remained buried where it was.

The Queen hugged it closer, then guided his fingers so they sank deeper into the soft weight of her breast, and a soft little moan escaped her at the pressure.

"And I have seen actual Immortal Gods, Master. They came before our Empress and begged for her attention."

That caught him: "Actual Immortal Gods?"

"Several."

Her smile widened as another subject clearly excited her. She stayed close, one hand still in his hair, the other still holding his palm against her chest as she continued, and she occasionally shifted so his fingers brushed the sensitive peak beneath the Death Essence. Each time he reacted, her breath hitched and she pressed closer, and she clearly enjoyed both the contact and the effect she had on him.

"And who would not want to be a slave of someone powerful enough to become the Nether Goddess’s husband?"

Phei shrugged. "I can probably name several billion people."

The Queen behaved as though Phei had temporarily stopped speaking. She leaned in until her lips were near his ear again, her chest still wrapped around his hand, and whispered the next words against his skin while her fingers combed slowly through his hair.

"Can you imagine how extraordinary someone must be for Her to choose him?" she continued, eyes shining. "Ancient beings pursued her, Primordials sought her hand. Kings ruling entire Realms offered treasures their descendants would murder one another just to touch, and she turned them away."

Phei’s interest sharpened.

The Queen had stories.

Many stories.

And Phei suddenly wanted every single one.

"She refused Primordials?"

"Oh, yes." The Queen laughed, the sound warm and delighted against his ear. "Our Goddess was terrifying."

"She still is."

The Queen looked deeply pleased by his answer. She drew back just enough to meet his eyes, then stepped fully between his legs again. This time she did not lower herself completely. She remained on her feet, close enough that his knees framed her hips, and she still held his hand against her chest while her other hand slid slowly through his long white hair.

The position put her body directly in front of him, the Death Essence clung to every curve, and she made no effort to create distance.

"And now you are her husband." Her voice softened. "The moment I truly understood who you were to her, I knew I was never letting go."

Phei stared at her.

The Queen’s fingers combed through his hair almost affectionately before they curled gently behind his neck. Then she leaned toward his ear and pressed her chest more firmly into his palm as she did, and a soft shiver ran through her at the continued contact.

"So, Master..." Her breath warmed his skin. "Do you want my body?"

Phei’s gaze shifted toward her face.

The Queen drew back just enough for him to see that she was still smiling, but something beneath the flirting had become unexpectedly earnest. She kept his hand exactly where it was, the fingers of her other hand stroked the back of his neck, and she leaned in until her forehead nearly touched his.

"I should tell you something before you decide."

Her thumb brushed slowly beneath his jaw.

"I may flirt shamelessly. I may enjoy making you stare. I may have already decided I like having your hand exactly where it is..."

She pressed herself gently into his palm again and laughed softly when his fingers reacted instinctively and sank deeper into the soft give of her breast. A visible tremor ran through her thighs at the contact, and she bit her lip, black eyes dark with open pleasure.

"But I am still untouched."

Phei’s eyebrows rose.

The Queen giggled at the expression, then leaned in to nuzzle against his cheek and breathed him in once more before she continued, her voice lower and warmer.

"Completely UNTOUCHED!"

She stepped even closer until her forehead almost touched his, her hips framed by his knees, her body near enough that he could feel the heat of her through the Death Essence.

"I kept myself for thousands of years because I believed there would eventually be one person I actually wanted enough to give everything to."

Her black eyes softened.

"Who knew my One would also turn out to be my Master?"

Phei remained silent.

The Queen’s smile became brighter again, that sincere moment folding naturally back into her usual shameless confidence. She guided his hand in a slow circle against her breast again, then slid her free hand down to rest on his thigh, and her fingers stroked lightly as she spoke.

"And who knew I would have to endure centuries of captivity, starved by disgusting families and almost being killed by a handsome Dragon before finally becoming his?"

Her fingers tightened affectionately behind his neck:

"The price we must pay to get what we want, right?"

Then she tilted her head, and her lips curled wickedly once more. She pressed closer, her chest still wrapped around his hand, and deliberately shifted so the soft weight of her breast dragged against his palm while she looked him in the eyes.

"So, Master..." Her chest remained wrapped around his hand.

"Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you finally going to admit that you want me?"