Chapter 1446: Five Times, and the Bill Comes Due (r-18)

Five Times, and the Bill Comes Due

Phei rinsed the last of the lather from Melissa’s skin with slow unhurried hands as though he had all the time in the world and intended to spend every second of it on her. Suds slid from her shoulders and over the swell of her breasts and down the soft curve of her belly in pale, glistening ribbons, and he chased each one with his palms until she stood clean and pink and gleaming under the falling water.

He cupped both of her big, firm breasts and rinsed them while his thumbs dragged over her tender pink peaks until they tightened under the spray, and then he smoothed his hands down the gentle swell of her belly and lower still, where he parted her thighs just enough to wash the wet of her outer pussy folds so slowly and thoroughly that cleanliness was clearly only an excuse to touch her.

Then, without a word of warning, he slid his right arm beneath her knees and his left arm around her back and lifted her clean off the floor.

Except the floor didn’t come back.

Melissa’s feet left the tiles, and then his did too, and before she understood what was happening the two of them were simply floating, drifting up through the steam as easily as smoke while water streamed off their naked bodies in bright threads.

Her breasts pressed soft and warm to his chest and her nipples dragged against him as they drifted, while her bare thighs hooked over his right arm and her pussy stayed pressed tight between her thighs and sensitive from everything he had already done to it.

Phei turned in the air with her cradled against his chest and flew them straight out of the shower.

"Phei!" She’d yelped and flung both arms around his neck with her violet eyes huge. "Phei— put me— we’re flying— why are we flying—"

"Because walking is overrated and you know you love it."

"Put me down!"

"Absolutely not."

She clung to him harder, and in her scramble for something to hold on to, her right hand dropped from his neck and found the nearest solid thing within reach. It happened to be very large and very solid and still very much awake: fifteen inches of his cock— or was all the protests was so she could have a valid excuse to hold his cock?— still too big for her her fist and still steel hard and dark from ravaging her, its veins standing under her fingers while his broad crown beaded again as if the flight had only encouraged it.

Phei stopped dead in midair.

He looked down at her hand, and then at her face, and then back at her right hand, which was now gripping fifteen inches of his cock with the desperate strength of a woman who believed she was about to fall to her death.

"Woman," he said gravely, "that is what made our child. And it’s what I depend on to satisfy every single one of you. A bit gentle, please—"

Melissa looked down at what she was holding, and realization dawned before a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. She loosened her grip, but she didn’t let go. Her fingers slid down his thick shaft in one slow stroke while her thumb brushed his swollen crown and smeared the bead there until it shone.

"I’m punishing a naughty boy," she informed him primly, and gave his cock one slow, deliberate squeeze, "for ruining my little flower."

Phei groaned and laughed and flew on.

He carried her across the bathroom to the sunken pool, where steam curled off the surface of the water in lazy white ribbons, and lowered them both into it until the warm water closed around them like silk.

Melissa sighed despite herself as the water lapped at her breasts and kissed their undersides and lifted their soft weight until her nipples broke the surface in tight pink peaks.

When Phei sat back against the pool’s edge and pulled her into his lap with her back to his chest, she let him and melted against him while her black hair floated on the water around them like spilled ink and his cock rested heavy and warm along the cleft of her ass beneath the surface, a shameless length of it pressed to her bare skin.

He wrapped both arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Now," he said, "as far as I remember, you should be rewarding the little dragon, not punishing him."

"Oh? And why’s that?"

"Well." His right hand slid down her stomach beneath the water, slow and lazy, until his fingers found her and began to tease her open flower folds. He parted her soft outer lips with two fingers and stroked the wet inner pink and circled her entrance without quite entering before he dragged up to her clit and rolled it in the warm water until her hips twitched:

"The little dragon not only make you come three times within your agreed time but also gave you an extra ten minutes of ravaging, free of charge. Not to mention the shower sex bonus."

"Mmh— Phei—"

"I’d say it earned a little gratitude."

His left hand found her left breast beneath the water and rolled her nipple between his fingers, slow and patient, and then palmed her full, buoyant weight and squeezed until her soft flesh spilled between his fingers while the fingertips of his right hand traced lazy circles over her clit below.

Melissa’s head fell back against his shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed and let her thighs drift open in the warm water and leaned into him completely, every inch of her soft and boneless and his, while her pussy fluttered against his fingers and warmed all over again and her nectar thinned into the pool around his hand.

"You’re impossible," she murmured.

"I’m thorough."

"Mmh... you’re both."

While she drifted against him, flushed and sighing under his hands, Phei was doing something else entirely:

[Ding! Life Flame has been permanently placed on Melissa’s soul and body! Melissa will never again be affected by curses, corruption, or poisons, and the Life Flame will heal them!]

[Note: Curses, corruption, and poisons more powerful than the Host’s current Life Flame can still affect her, but never as critically as before the Life Flame!]

Phei kissed her shoulder and then her neck and then the soft place just beneath her ear— his hands kept exploring her slowly beneath the water while his mind turned the notification over.

His left palm still cradled her left breast with his thumb stroking her peaked nipple, and his right hand stayed between her thighs where two fingers stroked her open folds in idle, devoted circles, as if placing a flame on her soul and petting her pussy were simply two halves of the same care.

Strong as it was— the Life Flame still wasn’t the ultimate protection.

It wasn’t the thing he could place on his women and be completely assured nothing would ever touch them, and while that was a disappointing turn, but it was still good enough. More than good enough, really— because how many people out there could inflict curses and corruption strong enough to overpower the Life Flame of the Genesis Angel?

’Okay, don’t jinx it, bastard.’

Nevertheless, he would place a Life Flame on every one of his women and every member of his family, the same way he’d done with the Spiritual Bond Ring. And speaking of—

The bathroom door opened—

There she stood again: Delilah.

’Oh Delilah~’