Chapter 2055 - Ravings (2) (1/2)

”Mm…”

Clara's hands ran through Dyon's hair. Despite the near indestructible nature of their strands, they were soft beyond compare. She basked in it… the feeling of bringing his head so close to hers that they could almost melt into one another, the feeling of the deep, strong valleys and peaks of his broad back, the feeling of his warmth… It had been too long.​​

Dyon had come to tease her while she was working in the Soul Palace's office, trying to get some matters related to the Association in order, but somehow their playfighting had turned into a make out session that had already lasted several hours. Starting such a thing when both were cultivators who had no need to breathe for extended periods of time was most definitely a dangerous affair.

Yet, as though he was teasing her, and though his hands wantonly roamed her perfect figure, Dyon hadn't taken off a single article of her clothing. If it wasn't for the spear threatening to rip through the fabric of both his and her lower garments, she would almost be afraid that she wasn't attractive anymore.

She sat on the edge of her desk, her t.h.i.g.hs tightly clamping around Dyon's h.i.p.s as though to invite him in, but his lack of action left her feeling frustrated. Maybe it would make sense if he was running low on time, but he had already been kissing her for almost three hours, would a person low on time do such a thing?

Her plump bottom scooted forward, ramming into the protruding rod below Dyon's waist. But, before she could do anything else, she blushed in shame. Though she tried to hide it, how could it escape Dyon's senses?

The sound the desk and the bottom of her dress made as she slid forward sounded decidedly… moist.

”You heard nothing!” Clara bit Dyon's bottom lip so hard that she would have drawn blood if not for the fact his body had entered the dao realm.

Looking into her ruby eyes, Dyon blinked innocently. ”I have no idea what you mean…”

Just when Clara thought Dyon was going to be tactful for once, he smiled a devious smile.

”… By the way, Lady Sacharro, did you accidentally spill some water? No… It must be some exotic juices. Your desk, I must say, smells very good.”

Clara's small fist slammed against his c.h.e.s.t before quickly hiding her embarrassed expression in Dyon's collarbone. She quickly found her position to be quite relaxing, especially because of Dyon's cinnamon and pine scent.

Because she was a celestial, much of the mortal impurities had long been washed from Clara's body. Her body wasn't capable of producing a foul smell even if she tried. So, she could only admit that Dyon was right… The smell really was too… fragrant.

”This is your fault.” She mumbled. ”Now I'll have to replace my dress. Aren't you supposed to be the Ruler of 131 universes? Do you have time to tease your wife like this?”

Dyon smiled, taking a lock of Clara's hair and sniffing lightly. He felt that his entire body was comfortable. Spirit bodies reached a realm of perfection most humans could not, so of course Clara had such an effect with both her wind and fire spirit bodies.

”Of course!” Dyon said confidently. ”I'll always have time.”

Clara shook her head, relaxing her t.h.i.g.hs' grip on Dyon's h.i.p.s as her fire will vanquished her 'fragrant juices' to another realm. In fact, it took her dress and u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts along with it, but the beautiful sight of her perfect body vanished in an instant as she used an array to form a new dress.