Free Web NovelChapter 87: Chapter 87: Forgetting His Role [M]
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was domineering, just like him, a storm that made Yue Yue’s brain go completely blank.
She internally screamed. What happened to the ’pure’ high priest?! Is this allowed?! But even as she panicked, she couldn’t help but realize the kiss was... actually really good.
She had spent two weeks staring at his God-like face, drooling secretly when he wasn’t looking. If he wasn’t so scary, she would have jumped him on day one.
When he finally pulled back, Yue Yue was breathless. Her mind was like a puddle of melted chocolate.
"Better?" he asked in a deep voice.
Yue Yue was so dazed she just nodded like a broken doll. "Yeah... more than better. It’s so good..."
But the "lesson" wasn’t over. Suddenly, she felt a warm, large hand move under her long skirt. With a swift, serious movement, he pulled down her innerwear.
"Ahh!" she squeaked, clutching his white robes with trembling fingers. "High Priest! What are you doing?! This is a temple!"
Yue Yue’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She was now completely naked under her long robe.
Feng Yanshen didn’t blush. He didn’t look embarrassed. In fact, his expression was so serious and focused that Yue Yue felt tongue-tied. It was like he was performing a sacred ritual or a life-saving surgery.
"I am checking the state of your body," he said, his voice flat and professional, though his eyes were burning red.
"If you are truly entering your estrus period, it is my duty to ensure you do not suffer. I will not have you seeking out wild animals ever again."
Yue Yue wanted to scream that she wasn’t in heat; she was just pregnant! But his hand was already moving, and the intensity in the room was so thick she couldn’t find her voice.
The room was silent except for the sound of Yue Yue’s frantic breathing.
Feng Yanshen didn’t let her go. Instead, he adjusted his grip and lifted her, shifting her position until she was straddling his lap.
The movement caused her long skirt to bunch up around her waist, leaving her bare legs exposed to the cool air of the room.
Yue Yue felt his large, warm hand settle firmly on her hip, holding her in place. She was so close to him that she could feel the thrum of his heartbeat through his white robes.
Suddenly, his thumb moved. It brushed against the sensitive bud of her flower, and a loud, uncontrollable moan escaped her lips.
"High Priest... you... you don’t have to..." she gasped, her hands trembling as she clutched his shoulders.
But she didn’t finish her sentence. She let out a sharp cry when she felt the pressure of his thumb increase.
He was being methodical and serious, as if he were performing a holy duty, but the sensation he was creating was anything but holy.
It was like a spark of electricity had been lit inside her, spreading heat to every corner of her body.
Feng Yanshen saw the way her eyes were clouding over with desire, and it made his own breathing turn heavy.
He had never found anything difficult in his life. As the High Priest, he was at the pinnacle of power and wisdom. But this? This was a challenge he hadn’t prepared for.
When he had heard she was seeking out "wild snakes" for her estrus period, he had felt a rage so cold it nearly froze his soul.
He had already decided she was his...personally and exclusively. If she needed relief from her heat, he would provide it.
He didn’t know much about the physical needs of females, but he was a fast learner. He thought it would be a simple task: satisfy her, and she would stop sneaking around.
However, as she sat on his lap, soft and boneless, he realized he had underestimated the effect she had on him.
Her wet, begging eyes were making his hair stand on edge. To maintain his control, he reached out and pushed her face against his chest, hiding her expression from his sight.
He couldn’t look at her right now; it made things too difficult.
He let his hand sink lower, feeling the incredible softness of her. He didn’t look down, but his fingers were learning the map of her body. He stroked her outer lips, and she moaned loudly against his shoulder, her nails digging into his robe.
Suddenly, he felt something slick and warm on his fingers. He paused, his red eyes widening.
What is this? he thought. He hadn’t read about this in any temple scroll. It was a strange, honey-like wetness that smelled sweet and intoxicating.
Without realizing it, his thumb parted her swollen lips. He felt the heat radiating from her. His thumb dipped slightly inside the entrance, and Yue Yue’s legs instinctively clenched around his hand.
Feng Yanshen’s eyes darkened. The real softness was hidden inside, and it was tighter and warmer than anything he had ever imagined.
Driven by a sudden, intense curiosity, he replaced his thumb with his long index finger. He pushed it slowly inside her.
Yue Yue screamed. The feeling of him filling her was too much. She began to rub her body against his arm, her mind completely gone.
"Yanshen... deeper... it’s itching..." she whispered in a hoarse, desperate voice.
The High Priest let out a low, rough hum in response, not realizing she had said his name aloud.
He pushed his finger deeper, but the restless female on his lap didn’t stop. She started to grind against his hand, her movements frantic and uncoordinated.
"Please... it’s itching... do it fast!" she begged, her face flushed a deep crimson.
The friction caused her skirt to bunch up even higher, exposing her porcelain skin.
Feng Yanshen looked down and was stunned.
In front of his eyes, he saw his own pale finger disappearing into her pink, honey-drenched flower. The sight of her stretching to accommodate him sent a wave of heat through his entire body. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck.
He increased the speed. His hand became a blur of motion as she moved up and down on his finger. She was so wet now that the sound of their contact echoed in the quiet room. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Ah... so good... more!" she screamed, her head tossing back. freewёbnoνel.com
Feng Yanshen wanted to hear more of those sounds. He wanted to know every inch of her. He inserted a second finger, stretching her further.
She clenched his robe so hard the fabric began to tear. He curled his fingers inside her, hooking against a spot that made her entire body go rigid.
"Ahhh!"
She let out a long, high-pitched scream as he began to pump his fingers inside her with a steady, domineering rhythm.
Her internal muscles were clamping down on him, pulling him in, begging for more. Feng Yanshen felt like he was losing his mind. He wasn’t just relieving her; he was becoming addicted to the way she reacted to him.
He didn’t care about anything now. He didn’t care about the temple rules.
In this moment, he only cared about the small, shaking girl in his arms and the way her body was opening up for him. He was the High Priest, and he had found his most sacred ritual yet.
The moment of release hit Yue Yue like a wave. Her entire body shuddered, and her toes curled as a massive wave of pleasure crashed over her.
