Chapter 5376: Frose’s Decision (R-18)

"Aaahn~"

Davis’s hands tightened around Frostrose’s soft waist as he drove into her from behind, the sudden depth pulling a startled cry from her throat that broke into a trembling moan.

Her palms braced against the sheets while her white lunar wings flared outward, only to be pressed flat again when he leaned over her back and pinned her more firmly to the bed. The cool skin of her hips met the heat of his thrusts in a steady, unyielding rhythm, each movement pushing the bunched white skirt higher until the fabric offered no barrier at all.

Their internal temperature rose, but Frostrose’s skin stayed cool as ever.

Strands of her silver-blue hair spilled across the pillow and clung to the damp curve of her neck, the crescent mark on her forehead glowing faintly each time her body jolted forward. She tried to turn her head, lips parted as if to speak, but the angle left her little room to do more than gasp as he filled her again and again.

The position left her wings folded tightly against her sides, the long feathers trembling and brushing his arms whenever she attempted to shift.

Davis’s chest rested along her back, one hand sliding up to grip her shoulder while the other stayed locked at her waist, holding her in place so that every thrust seated him fully inside her cool, yielding body. Her breath came in short, broken sounds against the sheets, the lunar aura along her wings flickering brighter with each impact of his hips against hers. The soft inner down of the feathers rubbed against his skin, cool and light, while the outer edges quivered as though trying and failing to lift them both.

She was limp, crying out in pleasure.

She clenched around him with every deep stroke, the slick heat of their joining contrasting the chill that still clung to her pale thighs and the exposed curve of her lower back.

"How wondrous..."

Davis was like a curious researcher exploring her body, occasionally caressing the vein ends of her wings.

He did not ease the pace. Instead, he lowered his mouth to the nape of her neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin just below her hairline while his hips continued their relentless motion.

He then turned her face around, kissing her lips.

Frostrose’s moans grew thinner, more breathless, her fingers curling tightly into the silk as the constant pressure left her no space to recover between thrusts. Each time he ground deeper, she arched, only for his weight to press her back down, the constricted angle forcing her to take every inch without pause.

When her legs began to tremble too strongly to hold her upright, Davis drew her up with him, settling back on the bed so that she straddled his lap while still facing away. He grabbed her lovely ass, squeezing and spreading it to his heart’s content before his hands moved again. His arms wrapped fully around her waist and ribs, pulling her down onto him until she was seated completely, the new angle driving him even deeper as her wings spread wide on either side of his shoulders.

Frostrose’s head fell back against him, a long, shaking moan leaving her as her hands clutched at his forearms for balance. He shook his hips upward in slow, grinding thrusts that left little room for her to lift herself, the tight enclosure of his arms and the press of her own wings against his chest keeping her body locked to his.

"Aaah~"

Frostrose felt so secure yet hunted at the same time.

She couldn’t understand this feeling, but there was no need to understand it as she felt incredibly pleasured.

He shifted her again before the peak could crest, turning her so that she faced him and guiding her onto her back once more. This time he hooked one of her thighs high over his shoulder, the position folding her nearly in half as he drove into her with renewed force.

Frostrose’s wings were pinned beneath her own weight and his, the white feathers crushed softly against the sheets while their tips still managed to curl upward around his arms. Her breath left her in sharp, helpless gasps with every thrust, the constricted angle allowing her no space to turn her face away or even fully close her mouth.

Davis leaned down to kiss her through the sounds, their lips meeting messily as her body was rocked beneath him, the lunar glow of her trapped wings flaring brighter each time he bottomed out inside her. Her free leg trembled where it remained hooked around his waist, the pale skin of her thigh slick where it pressed against his hip, and still he did not slow, taking her deeper into the night while her cultivation continued to pulse and refine around the fresh waves of yang essence he poured into her.

Davis couldn’t believe she was flashing like the moon hiding and peeking out, making him more passionate.

"Frose, will you bear my child?"

He turned breathless, panting as he kept thrusting against her.

Frostrose panicked.

Her eyes darted left and right, not knowing how to respond. She wanted his child, but it would obviously expose their relationship. She wanted a hidden one, a secret that only she and Davis shared. Although Evelynn already knew, she felt that as long as the other party was silent about it, her fantasies would last.

Davis’s expression turned ’furious’ upon hearing no answer.

"What a wicked bird. You will bear my child no matter what!"

"No, I-"

He pressed on her, bending her leg more as he continued his thrusts into a final sprint. He sank fully inside her with each movement, the wet sound of their joining filling the space between her moans.

"Aaahn!~"

Frostrose’s back arched, her voice rising in short, helpless cries as the relentless pace left her little room to catch her breath.

It wasn’t long before he unleashed his second load, exploding inside her in deep, pleasurable waves. Each blob of yang essence flowed into her womb, trying to impregnate her, yet he didn’t know if it would succeed or not. Having already failed to impregnate his wives earlier, Davis felt a bit worried.

Would being exposed count as danger? Was that even real danger?

He inwardly felt amused as he embraced Frostrose, shuddering with pure bliss.

After eight whole minutes, he was finally out of yang essence, but it was quickly replenishing at insane speeds. Even he felt it was a bit ridiculous, as he had never run out while dealing with six of his wives before. However, he was extremely proud that his body was vigorous.

Vigorous as he may be, he didn’t forget to heed Mingzhi’s advice and accidentally break a maiden.

He moved back, watching yang essence flood out of Frostrose’s cave with some pride before lying beside her naked body. She smelled good, her pheromones literally even capable of attracting a human. Raising his hand, he idly began fondling her big bosoms.

They were slightly bigger than his palms, full and firm.

"I will... I will get pregnant..."

Regaining her breath, Frostrose finally answered. She turned to gaze at Davis, realizing that they had done the deed and there was no going back.

"Oh, does that mean you-"

"No, I can still have your child without publicizing it."

"~!@#$%^&*"

Davis nearly had the urge to curse. This woman was too much for his tender heart that wanted his wives together in a big home. However, he had slept with her knowing the consequences. He inwardly sighed, thinking he could deal with this conundrum later.

For now, he intended to soothe her body, heart, and soul. He felt like he had abandoned her for far too long after their last intimate encounter. He wanted her to know that he really loved her and wasn’t just using her as a pleasure woman.

Still, Davis was mad.

He sat up and then nudged her, "If you’re a true mistress, you know what to do."

With a smug smile, he winked at her, causing Frostrose to blush. She snaked towards him hesitantly, occasionally turning to see his reaction before she appeared between his legs and made herself comfortable.

His thick length, fully hard and glistening, pressed against her lips, cool to the touch.

Frostrose opened her mouth with minor hesitation, taking him in as she descended on him. The stretch of her lips around his girth drew a low sound from his throat. He watched her with deep satisfaction, one hand stroking over her head in slow, steady motions while the other rested against her cheek.

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