Free Web NovelChapter 88: Chapter 88: The Mortal’s Desire [M]
Feng Yanshen, sensing her peak, didn’t stop. He shifted his weight, moving them from his lap to the large, silk-covered bed.
He laid her down against the soft cushions and hovered over her, his long white hair falling around them like a curtain.
Her useless skirt was bunched up at her waist, leaving her lower body completely exposed to his intense, red-eyed gaze.
Feng Yanshen was stunned. He had seen many things in his long life, but he had never seen a sight as beautiful as this.
Her skin was flushed pink, and her honey pot was glistening, dripping so wet that the silk beneath her was stained. He felt the last of his legendary control slipping away. His heart was pounding against his ribs, and his throat felt dry.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked, his voice coming out in a low, hoarse growl. "Is it... still itchy?"
Yue Yue was like a vine, her body soft and swaying. The pleasure had only made her crave more. She was so lost in the sensation that she didn’t care about her dignity anymore. She nodded, her eyes half-closed and hazy with desire.
"Yes... still itchy," she whispered. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
In a move that was purely seductive, she shamelessly parted her legs even wider, inviting him back in.
She didn’t know if this was her actual estrus period or if she was just so attracted to this god-like man that she couldn’t help herself.
All she knew was that she wanted him to fill the empty, aching void inside her.
She looked at him, her lips swollen and wet. "If you can’t do it... I’ll find someone else to help me," she blurted out, using the only tactic she knew would work on this possessive man.
The air in the room instantly turned cold.
Feng Yanshen’s eyes darkened until they were the color of fresh blood. The thought of her seeking out another male...especially after he had just touched her like this...made a monster growl in his soul. He gripped her waist so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"You will find no one else," he hissed.
He leaned down, hovering directly over her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent. He didn’t use just one finger this time; he used three, pushing them deep into her tight, wet heat.
"Ahhh!" Yue Yue screamed, her back arching off the bed.
He began to pump inside her with a fast, domineering rhythm. Every time his hand moved, she felt like she was being electrocuted.
He was relentless. He wasn’t just relieving her "itch"; he was marking her, making sure her body remembered his touch above everyone else’s.
"You are mine," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her entire body. "Your estrus, your heart, your breath... they all belong to the Temple. They belong to me."
Yue Yue didn’t hear anything; she was already a mess. She could only moan his name over and over as she clung to his robes.
"Yanshen...please."
Feng Yanshen felt his heartbeat racing in a way that should have been impossible for a High Priest.
He was the protector of the Temple, a man who had lived his entire life in meditation and silence.
The Phoenix clan was known for being cold and detached; they didn’t fall in love, and they didn’t chase after the desires of pleasure.
Even his own birth was just a formal duty to continue the bloodline.
But as he felt Yue Yue’s soft body shaking beneath him, all those years of cold training began to melt away.
"Yanshen... please..." she whispered again.
Her voice was like a hook, pulling at his soul.
Yue Yue realized she was no longer just a good girl trying to survive. Her body was acting on its own.
Whether it was her first real estrus period or just the overwhelming attraction to this beautiful, dangerous man, she didn’t know.
All she knew was that his kiss had broken her walls, and her instincts were screaming for him to stay.
Suddenly, Yue Yue’s mind drifted for a second.
Feng Yanshen sensed the shift immediately. He was the pinnacle of spiritual power; he could feel the moment her focus left him. He stopped his movements, his eyes glowing a fierce, dark red.
He became instantly dissatisfied. How could she think of someone else when he was right here, working so hard to satisfy her?
In a fit of possessive anger, he pinched her soft waist.
"Ah!" Yue Yue screamed, her eyes snapping back to his.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice deep and rough. "Do not let your mind wander to that wild snake. You are in my room, on my bed."
The sound of her cry was like music to his ears. He had never heard anything so sweet and coquettish.
For the first time, he understood why the powerful Orcs of the four empires were willing to go to war and die just for one smile from a female.
He had spent his life away from mortal desires, thinking he was above them. But now, he felt like he was falling into a pit of fire, and he didn’t want to climb out.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers again, but he didn’t kiss her yet. He wanted to see her beg.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his hand moving with more force now. "Is this how the wild snake treated you?"
Yue Yue couldn’t even speak. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were wet with tears of pleasure. She shook her head frantically. "No... only you... Yanshen..."
The high and mighty Priest felt a surge of triumph. He didn’t care about the holy light or his duties anymore. He only cared about the way she looked with her hair spread out on his silk pillows.
He realized that once he tasted this "mortal desire," there was no going back. He would keep her here, locked in the Inner Sanctum, until she forgot every other man’s name but his.
He started to move his hand again, his rhythm becoming faster and more domineering. He wanted to push her to the edge until she could only scream his name.
