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By the time the date of the wedding rolled around, both the bride and the groom had already become grimly resigned to their fates, though perhaps one is more resigned than the other, who still had not given up obstinately resisting this turn of events.
Danyin xianjun, zhanshen of Shuiyuntian and one half of this terribly unlucky pair of sacrifices for symbolic peace between Shuiyuntian and Cangyanhai, had already started to look on the bright side in self-consolation. It is either that or attempt mutiny against that idiot leader of hers, just for hatching this latest stupid idea of the century.
Only, one stupid idea per century would be considered a miraculous act of restraint coming from the overly paranoid Fairy Emperor who seems catastrophically prone to making awful decisions every time he opens his mouth before his subjects in Yunzhong Water Pavilion. The longer Danyin stands as an active member of the Heavenly Court, the more her unamused patience has shrunk over the long years of loyal service to the royal family of Shuiyuntian, increasingly allergic to those questionable antics that drag their entire realm into war again and again, over the long march of Time. But alas, Danyin also loves and honors the Fairy Realm and her people, so mutiny and revolt are automatically off the table, as much as the War God wanted to fly straight up onto the royal dais and personally inspect if there is only air sitting between her esteemed emperor’s ears when he first proposed that idea of cessation of inter-realm conflict via political marriage during court session, and the two unfortunate nominated marriage candidates in question are also not-so-coincidentally the same two individuals who often meet across opposing sides of a battlefield with the sole intent to beat the ever-loving hell out of each other.
…Looking on the bright side, it is.
For one, she is finally getting married, the first female War God in the long history of Shuiyuntian who will not be required to stay unattached in the line of duty quite unlike all her predecessors, naturally with the full backing and support of the Emperor of Shuiyuntian since this is his brilliant idea in the first place. In this special case, she is compelled to marry for duty and has no say in the choice of husband, but an arranged marriage is still a legitimate marriage, and her new husband is a known great beauty in the three realms, so this union is not a complete loss on her end. The man may also be infamously tyrannical, viciously tenacious, and venomous, but he is also peerless and unparalleled in appearance, a consideration that is very significant for the War God who is a visual creature and really cannot resist beautiful things and people.
In addition, her not-so-little problem of not having any descendant to carry on the noble bloodline of her family finally seems to have some glimmer of hope for improvement now with the impending presence of a husband in her life, and if she needs to do the deed with someone to beget an offspring anyway, better one that is at least pleasing to look at and sleep with, and who can also pass down good genes and further enhance the already impressive appearance of her family bloodline, Danyin continues to console herself matter-of-factly. It is not a complete loss, even if the man whom she has to marry happens to be the very exasperating Dongfang Xunfeng, the Moon Prince of Cangyanhai and the last surviving member of Moon Tribe royalty.
The man in question is also emphatically resistant when it comes to this impending union, but Danyin is magnanimous and bighearted and thus decides not to take his objection personally.
She thinks, she would be very upset too if she is being pressured to marry the person who is constantly beating her up out on the battlefield.
The wedding ceremony that was touted as the ultimate symbol of peace and amity between the two immortal realms was held with great fanfare on the banks of the Oblivion River, a neutral territory for the two tribes, and personally overseen by the Emperor of Shuiyuntian and the two Kings of Nanyou and Beiyou. All the elite peerage and relevant representatives of the Moon and Fairy Courts were present, gathered reluctantly or otherwise, with expressions that looked more like shit-eating grimaces than actual appearances of congratulatory joy and jubilation, and no one really stuck around for the post-wedding celebration either after all the formal rites and ceremonies had been concluded.
Just as well, since Danyin was also not in the mood to entertain and socialize excessively on this Big Day of hers. Be it receiving overt expressions of sympathy and pity from the other Fairy immortals she is closer with, or polite distaste from the others for further muddying up her already tainted noble lineage with more Moon tribe bloodline, neither are particularly enjoyable interactions for the War God.
The even unhappier groom also had to be physically escorted back into the nuptial chambers and personally watched by a small contingent of Moon guards to ensure that he did not attempt to escape his own wedding night. As the other half of the blissfully wedded new couple, Danyin was also obligated to return to the Silent Moon Palace with the Moon contingent to spend the wedding night in Jiu You cheng, as a gesture of sincerity towards this flimsy truce that they all knew was not even worth the ink that was still barely drying on the peace treaty. It would have been nicer to have her first time in the comfort and familiarity of zhilan ge, but it is what it is, and she is not too fussed.
Besides, there is already one of them fussing and protesting vehemently enough for them both.
“I refuse to touch you,” he snaps at her with fierce, bristling, vitriol the moment she steps into the Moon Prince’s suite, a perpetually offended, stinky expression on his immaculate face.
The entire wing of his residence is now ostentatiously decorated for this special conjugal night, but unfortunately, the deliberately prepared, romantic ambiance is completely lost on both occupants. Danyin marches over to the table, sits down, and pours herself a drink from the silver wine decanter. The Fairy proceeds to throw it back in one go, desperately needing that drink after this long, seemingly endless day of fanfare and nonstop parading. The drink, like most of the alcohol hailing from Cangyanhai, is breathlessly strong and packs a punch, clearly meant to be slowly sipped and enjoyed between a new husband and wife as their jiaobeijiu. Danyin’s expression does not change as she swallows it all, stoically pouring herself another cup and tossing the entire thing back one more time, the fiery heat from the strong liquor already starting to rise from the pit of her belly, slowly and steadily crawling up to her neck and throat.
She says nothing and just gazes at her new husband implacably. Like her, he is still in his formal wedding robes, opulent and elaborate, only slightly disheveled, frazzled, and very moody. That temperamental agitation buzzing under his skin gives him a different look from his typical cold, arrogant demeanor; he looks even more captivating and riveting than usual, provocatively beautiful, glamorous, and deviously alluring like a male fox demon, a flawless face combined with that prickly, upset demeanor and resentful, angry phoenix eyes, absolutely asking to be viciously bullied.
She stares fixedly at him.
“…Fine, then you can just lie there on the bedspread and I will do all the work.” Her tone is so calm and neutral, as if she is just talking about the weather or the price of cabbage in the market.
“…” He gapes at her in disbelief for a long time, temple twitching, seriously suspecting that his ears had failed him. What did she just say? A dull red flush starts to flag his pale cheeks, a complicated mixture of pique and frustration. His mouth opens and then closes, made speechless by her fearless audacity and brazen chutzpah. Is there a bolder, more shameless woman than this one? If that individual exists by sheer miracle, he has yet to meet them. Ever since he first saw her across the battlefield a few centuries ago and personally experienced her maniacally emphatic fighting style that takes no prisoners, steadily advancing and ruthlessly beating her opponents into the ground until they are weeping in surrender, this Fairy woman who is also the commander of the opposing Fairy troops had quickly become the utter bane of his existence.
And now, they are married.
“You, you-” he breaks off, disconcerted and momentarily losing composure, not expecting this deadpan response out of all the other possible scenarios he could have imagined. This is the bitter, mortal enemy whom he had met across the battleline with killing intent over and over, for the last few hundred years. He would have anticipated a similar, mulish resistance and visceral disgust towards this distasteful shared fate of theirs to be tied together in marriage, and her lukewarm acceptance is throwing him off. It is bewildering, as if he is missing something gravely important, and paranoid as he is, the alarm bells are ringing.
Then, the aforementioned bitter, mortal enemy simply stands up and starts to disrobe.
Xunfeng twitches slightly at the sudden motion, their past violently antagonistic exchanges still fresh in his mind and causing him to be more on edge around her as always, but she does not seem to notice. There are a lot of layers of material and accessories to remove from her hair and from her person, and the faster that they get this over, the faster they can call it a night and she can finally sleep.
Danyin’s conclusion is pragmatically simple. Tonight’s consummation is unavoidable. It is something that had to be completed come hell or high water, and dragging is simply delaying the inevitable, making it even more tedious.
Her heavy outer robe which is made of priceless brocade, inlaid with hundreds of precious pearls, and embroidered with pure gold and silver threads falls off her and onto the ground in a muffled crumple. Her deceptively slim, beautiful hands reach for the thin, glittering, jeweled belt that cinches her slender waist, deft fingers undoing the tie and easing her middle layer free as well. The loose, airy, silk-lined organza and chiffon slip lightly from her shoulders, starting to reveal the hints of her clavicle, rising beneath the lily-white expanse of smooth skin, the lines of her body startlingly beguiling, impeccably graceful like classic poetry. Her footwear, inner robe, and the rest of her underclothes are next to go, an ambiguous trail of sheer, delicate clothes following in her wake as she becomes more and more bare, exposing that elegant, pristine beauty that had always existed, just hidden under rigid armor and stiff battle robes.
Of all the outcomes that he could have anticipated, he is not expecting this one, at all.
This is the same woman who could and had easily pinned him and pummeled him seven ways into next week in a fight before, Xunfeng pointedly reminds himself, throat suddenly dry, unsure how to react, still visibly astounded by her unabashed, forthright response, her blinding appearance. He is still gawking at her matter-of-fact undressing and instinctively backs away a step as she nears. Almost in the next instance, he catches himself in the act and wills himself to remain utterly still; irrationally angry for even moving in retreat in the first place.
Just as he is even more irrationally furious at himself from not being able to peel his eyes from her body, lean, toned and limber, like a gazelle. He drags his gaze up to her face, but her figure is already imprinted in the back of his mind like a brilliant afterimage; strong, lithe, and willowy, there is a confident, warrior’s grace that he had never seen before in any other woman, impossible to forget even after just one quick look.
She strides up the rest of the way to him. Her hand rises to the top of her head and plucks off the exquisite hairpins and headpieces that had been holding her hair up in the rigid, formal hairdo, one by one. Those delicate, gilded accessories inlaid with precious jewels clatter lightly onto the obsidian granite floor with clear, crisp sounds, and her long, inky hair finally spills over her bare shoulders like a silken waterfall, straight and shimmering down her back to rest against the flare of her womanly hips.
And with that, the War God of Shuiyuntian is standing before him without anything on her person, completely naked as the day she was born, the whole time just watching him with those clear, pristine, fearless eyes of hers.
“…” She is so calm, so unflappable, he cannot help but be momentarily flummoxed by that extraordinary composure in this utterly perplexing scenario. She should be utterly vulnerable now, with no weapon and not a single stitch on her person, but she still stands with her back straight like a lance, dainty feet planted apart and shoulders squared like she is fully decked out in the most formidable armor, with a self-assurance and intrepid dignity that is no less than in those utterly still, pre-combat moments when she is unflinchingly staring him down across the battlefield with their respective troops lined along the two opposing sides, the uncanny calm before the storm.
Her eyes are so sharp, like a predator silently tracking prey, mind quietly whirling and figuring out how to get her claws into him, as swiftly as possible. Indeed, Danyin is absolutely ready to get down to business, figuring that she had better get started now before this high-strung and temperamental man begins acting up again. There is no wiles or sophistry; she knows no techniques of seduction, possesses no skill in coquetry. There is only one intention and one intention only; take him down quickly and conquer him.
Hands reach out briskly, grab the still stunned male by the lapels of his robes before he can snap back to his senses from the shock of her disrobed appearance, and jerk him down towards her. His head bows down. Their mouths meet.
Or rather, their mouths smash together semi-violently. It is a rather unpleasant encounter, and they both grunt from the impact, noses stinging and lips sore.
She is clumsy and does not know how to kiss, but she is fierce in zeal and very determined to get the job done. She bites down sharply on his lips, not sure what else enemies do with their mouths planted together. Not to be outdone, he finally reacts, spanning her bare waist with his large, lean hands and digging his long, thin fingers viciously into her flesh, earning a flinch from her.
She bites him fiercely, again, eliciting a sharp growl from him, and an obstinate refusal to back down from this unreasonable tigress.
Their nuptial wine, drank from her mouth, tastes of rising heat and blood. They end up grappling each other straight into bed.
It is the same, usual set of rules, he quickly realizes, just played out on a slightly different battlefield.
Whoever backs down first, loses.
The battle is ferocious.
Their long locks of black hair tangle together underneath the gauzy canopy of the marital bed, the tiny gold bells tied to the curtains ring nonstop from the vigorous actions of the two combatants.
The crimson wedding candles with the entwined dragon and phoenix carvings burn brightly in the nuptial chambers straight through the night into the next morning.
All the way until the break of dawn, the Moon Prince’s palace ends up calling for water no less than seven times.
This Fairy woman really is a beast, Dongfang Xunfeng is full of grievous complaints and displeasure. Married life is not much different from unmarried life, only there is an additional complication in his life now, coincidentally the same complication he once constantly fantasized of pinning under him and defeating in battle. The burning humiliation and fury of being beaten by her and her troops over and over to the point where he had to call for a temporary retreat, slinking back to Cangyanhai with his tail tucked between his legs to lick his wounds and plot revenge at the same time...who would think that this is how it ends now.
Much to Xunfeng’s chagrin, that fantasy had still yet to turn to reality, but lately, losing to her does not seem as unbearably painful and humiliating as it once used to be. It had become downright, embarrassingly, infuriatingly enjoyable, in fact, and that understanding is something that he does not quite know what to do with, or how to process without feeling like all of his ancestors of the Moon royalty must be spinning in their graves now, or at least buzzing around like incredibly angry spirit balls vibrating with ultimate outrage somewhere deep underneath the Oblivion River.
Either way, he must be the most disgraceful Prince of Cangyanhai to be born to the royal Dongfang bloodline, the first to be conquered by a War God of Shuiyuntian in this manner.
But he is also the last member of the royal Dongfang bloodline, and this humiliation and disgrace can only be borne by no one else but him.
The bone-deep enmity between the Fairy and the Moon tribes had already spanned hundreds of thousands of years, and every Moon tribe member is taught from birth to never forget this hatred. If not for the fact that the Fairy tribe had managed to successfully wear down the resistance of the Moon tribe over the long, meandering passage of Time, weakening them to the point where they soon will no longer have enough men to even form proper troops and will have to push the civilian women and children out onto the battlefield to fill the ranks, then he would not have been forced into this deplorable, hopeless state.
The entire Moon race is already teetering at the brink of annihilation, and the two Kings of Nanyou and Beiyou cannot sit still and abide this inevitable end any longer. The plan to trap and capture the last member of the Dongfang clan, present him like a spoil of war to Shuiyuntian in the guise of a peace offering, all for the sake of keeping the Moon tribe from complete extinction and buying time for a miraculous turnabout, was hatched in that moment of desperation.
What else can the Moon Prince do but give in to the immense pressure of this duty? As the last member of the Moon royalty, he is obligated to perform whatever is necessary to preserve his tribe, now that it has come down to this. However he protested and resisted, he was still captured, bound, his powers sealed and presented to the Heavenly Court like a prize, nothing more than a political prisoner in actuality, supposedly meant to keep the Moon Tribe honest and to stop provoking fights with the other realm when the bare neck of the last remaining survivor of this royal bloodline is exposed right beneath the hovering blade of Shuiyuntian.
He is already grimly expecting the worst, a political marriage in name but a hostage prisoner and an abandoned prince in reality, and there is never a good ending for anyone in that position in history. Humiliation, torture, degradation, abasement, and abuse, those are the norm for political hostages. So long as he survived to remain a guarantee of compliance and submission from his tribe, his captors were free to do anything they wanted to him, and there was nothing he could do to resist it.
Only...no one had tried to humiliate, or torture, or degrade, abase, and abuse him, yet. Xunfeng is still waiting for the other shoe to drop...but it is not dropping.
His War God wife whom he had been forced to marry seems content to ignore him most of the time to his own devices. Until it comes to the evenings. Then, she turns into an insatiable, lascivious beast and he is often left silently ludicrous in the mornings, seriously suspecting if this is really the same noble, austere woman who is famous for her upright, dignified presence and detached, stoic demeanor across the three realms, and whom he had fought and clashed against again and again over the past few centuries.
This complete change of character from someone whom he considers an enemy is completely throwing him off and leaving him bewildered and speechless; if this is a ruse designed to lower his guard, it is so ridiculous, that even he is seriously left in doubt. Try as he may, he cannot detect even a hint of hatred, or disgust, or resentment from the Fairy woman when it comes to this marriage. If anything, her passion is straightforward and scorching, her clear, bright eyes stained with an honest ardor and desire that she does not bother to conceal from him, eager to experience this carnal, earthy gratification that can only be gleaned from his person, over and over.
Xunfeng sinks into a deep silence every time he thinks about how his reluctance and resistance on their marital bed are promptly overwhelmed by her enthusiasm, her unabashed curiosity, that forthright intention and demand to attain pleasure from him, with him.
No matter how he thinks about it, something is not right.
His life should not be like this. This supposedly hellish life should not be so…deceptively, suspiciously, carefree and tranquil.
The Moon Prince is seriously suspecting his reality now. This feels like a calm before the storm, the misleading peace before the swift descent of a blade.
There must be something else afoot that he is missing. He must maintain a heightened vigilance, and not succumb to the beguiling warmth of her body, her fragrant, osmanthus embrace.
Obviously, she had not been able to annihilate him after so many years of vicious battle, and is now attempting to defeat him instead through this beauty trap!
Danyin had to wonder if her new husband had always been this jumpy and paranoid.
Funny; she did not recall him being like this back when they commonly faced each other down across the battle line, but that may also be because she had never really stopped to pay close attention to his character. Like a war hound with the sharpest nose, she would always unerringly plow right through his men and head directly for him whenever the two of them happened to be inhabiting the same battlefield, her sword and glaive flashing with brutal intent. There is nothing particularly romantic or ambiguous about her brisk, single-minded purpose whenever she shoots straight towards him like a blazing meteor, her responsibility and duty that sits on her shoulders like a heavy, burning, mantle. Ever since the first time she was given command of the Celestial Army and Dongfang Xunfeng made the foolish mistake of taunting her across the vast battlefield by insinuating that she was only there to trail after her predecessor, the still missing previous War God Changheng like a lovesick puppy, all she ever wanted to do whenever she sees the Moon Price on the other side of the battleline is to beat the crap out of him until he has to crawl around to look for his teeth that are scattered all over the ground.
In hindsight, it is a good thing that she never actually got to beat him until all his teeth fell out; he usually had the good sense to withdraw just in time when things start going sideways for him, proving that his survival instincts are indeed top-notched and sharply-honed as expected from someone who had been flagrantly and recklessly using the thin line between life and death as a skipping rope for the last thirty thousand years or so. The rest of the time, his men are usually able to drag him away to beat a quick retreat before her men can completely encircle them and completely cut off their escape route.
It really is a good thing that she never got to beat him until there was lasting damage to those flawless looks of his, she thinks, because, at this moment, the only thing that she finds grudgingly pleasing about him is that beautiful appearance. He is still the same pissy, annoying Moon Prince with that sharp tongue on him that is always saying things that make her blood boil inexplicably in a fight, only recently she finally found a way to shut that mouth up in a very satisfying manner, allowed to deliberately bully him in a way that is very personally enjoyable, and dare she say, pleasurable.
Danyin is not so embarrassed or chagrinned by the understanding that she is blatantly enjoying the conjugal activities and physical intimacy that were once denied to her as the female War God of Shuiyuntian, even if her partner is someone she used to frequently cross blades with on the battlefield. Her female predecessors, few as they were in the long, prestigious history of Shuiyuntian, were never allowed to marry or have children throughout the span of their careers as War God, and she was also expected to observe the same sanctity and purity when she was ordained, at least until this marriage decree was enforced upon her and sanctioned by her own Emperor. She cannot resist this imperial edict, so there is only embracing it, metaphorically and literally.
Surprisingly enough, Danyin is not too resistant, marrying the Moon Prince of Cangyanhai and becoming his wife.
She is calmly and matter-of-factly taking to married life like a duck to water; in fact, married life is not much different from unmarried life, only now she has an additional bedwarmer who sleeps with her every night and she is beginning to think that it is certainly more fun to bully and conquer him beneath the sultry, gauzy bed curtains than chase after and beat him and his men all across the Fairy-Moon borders until he surrenders angrily and spitefully in retreat.
There are also no more direct skirmishes and warring with the Moon Tribe, which means that both sides get to withdraw from the warfront and recuperate, each licking their wounds and healing from the endless fighting and unrest for the last tens of thousands of years, even if momentarily, even if no one is certain for how long this ceasefire will last. As the current War God and the current commander of the entire Celestial Army, Danyin also gets to enjoy a reprieve, especially since she is married to the enemy and the current commander of the Moon Army, even if pressured into this odd union.
…If Danyin has to be honest with herself, perhaps this marriage is not such a tremendous price to pay at all, if it can maintain this ephemeral peace and tranquility between the two realms.
The sleek, lithe woman squints lazily at the man pinned beneath her, looking all too much like a lean, languid feline intently studying the prey that she has firmly captured between her paws. He is pinned flat on the mattress by her, but her claws are sheathed, exerting enough force only to keep him immobile, and not hurt him. He is leery all the same and does not move; he had seen what her fists can do in a fight, had once seen her casually take down a raging monolith of a war beast charging her and send it crashing across the clearing with just one swift, exact uppercut.
His pale face is flaring between shades of red and white, alternating between burning temper and humiliation, apprehension and adrenaline. Struggling is futile, as he had quickly found out on the first night of their marriage; somehow, they just ended up inexplicably tangled up and locked together even faster, in all the erotic ways that he is still flushing with pique and disbelief over, a perfectly willing and lucid participant however much he does not want to admit it. He thinks panickily, that the explosive, physical reaction between them can only be a result of all that history and unresolved tension from their past fights, and he is still trying to understand the dynamics of how they were clearly both trying to combat each other into submission at first, and then in the next instant, furiously, viciously, taking pleasure from each other’s bodies.
This time, he slowly bites out instead, willing himself to hold still and not to lash out, trying hard not to…stir up any more passion between them. “…Zhanshen xianjun is very magnanimously patriotic and valiant, even willing to sacrifice your body thusly for the good of your realm, to the point of tolerating this distasteful disgrace of having to bed someone you hate so much.”
She blinks slowly down at him, quietly pondering the hidden meaning behind his sour, spiteful words. Much to his dismay, she does not seem to react to the provocation of his sharp tongue. She shifts slightly on her perch astride his lean hips; the movement presses against his loins and also sends the lapel of her loosely belted sleeping gown sliding down one bare shoulder, exposing her lily-white skin, spread across her front, now half bared to his view.
His breathing speeds up slightly at her subtle yet pointed provocations; his resentful gaze falling upon her partially exposed chest…and then promptly stuck there. He hates to admit it, but her appearance is so ridiculously, infuriatingly beautiful, that he can never tear his gaze away; like a dignified, untouchable, graceful deity. He is frequently made so angry by his own thoughts and lack of control in curbing said thoughts, this rubbish sentiment and weakness that plagues him and affects his judgment in distressing ways that she does not seem to suffer at all. Utterly unperturbed and collected, her bearing is something above and remote, as if completely removed from all the filth and corruption of the world, as if those unspeakable things do not even dare to exist before her sharp, omniscient eyes, to dirty her clear, pure gaze.
He looks at that perfection and he has the urge to ruin her, to taint her, to hurt her, drag her down that hallowed, impeccable pedestal she is standing on and dredge her through all the ugly, putrid, obscenity of existence, see for himself if she will still continue to shine with that pristine halo even when she is covered and corrupted by the worst of humanity.
To corrupt. That is the intention. Maybe if he can see that she is just as easily dirtied and debased and disgusting, that she is just the same as anyone else he knows, maybe his silent fascination will die a quick death and he will be freed from this mortifying obsession with this woman that he had never wanted, ever since he first saw her across the battlefield.
…Only, now he is quickly realizing that there is a flaw in his calculation.
She is not untouchable and pure-hearted and shining with nobility and virtue as he had once imagined; this political marriage had promptly and very swiftly opened his eyes to the other sides of her, on the very night of their wedding.
Under that cool, impassive façade of War God that seems completely removed from any earthly entanglements and desires, she is lewd and passionate and improper and indelicate, and Dongfang Xunfeng is even more alarmed by how much this wanton, course earthiness seems to exude from her in the most natural, bluntly candid manner, how she just so intuitively reaches out, unapologetic and unashamed, leaving him even more excited and breathless by that complete lack of hesitation and coy shyness, casually tyrannical and domineering in claiming her share of pleasure.
Xunfeng is silently burning with humiliation; less because of her brazen action, and more because of his own reaction to her. He should find her forceful, shameless behavior utterly detestable and hateful, because the type of women he is supposed to like should be docile and submissive, beautiful serfs eager to please and ready to serve and fulfill the needs of their master at all costs...and not, not like her at all, so blatantly using him to slake her lust and carnal curiosity, deliberately inflaming him again and again all the way until dawn, only ceasing when her roaring hunger had been momentarily satisfied.
Even more speechless is the fact that she was obviously untried on their wedding night, so clumsy yet fearless as she stalks and hunts him down…and then proceeds to eat him up so blatantly and thoroughly, as if it is something that she had thought about and anticipated for a very long time, and finally, finally, this tasty morsel had all but sent himself straight to her mouth, for her to taste and enjoy.
The intrepid War God effortlessly shrugs off her robe with a lazy shift of her other shoulder, and then she is completely, shamelessly, topless before him. Her body, all elegant, slender lines and porcelain skin, is still visibly marred by the violence of their previous coupling. He had bitten her in several places until he drew blood, and also left blooming bruises all over her in his battle to suppress her…and…and she had enjoyed every moment of it, her sexual excitement spiking in the most heady way that made his head spin as if he is drunk on ambrosia. She had not been gentle or dainty with him either; his own torso also bears the claw marks from subjugating this insatiable tigress in bed, and she is all too willing to give just as much as she takes.
Xunfeng is conflicted. Xunfeng is confused.
Xunfeng had never met any woman quite like this one before, so bold, so brilliantly, scorchingly audacious that he could not tear his glittering eyes away.
And then that woman finally, musingly, speaks.
“…I don’t hate you.”