Chapter 130: Mending Lost Time (+18)
"Master~, why do you ask me to stop?" a playful smile filled Xingyue’s face as she moved over him again to tease him.
Cassian looked at her, resigned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop her if that was what she wanted. "Don’t you think we should talk first?"
"What’s there to talk about? It’s been so long since we last saw each other..." a muffled moan escaped her mouth when a certain part of her rubbed against his member in a special way.
He placed a hand on her waist to stop her. She immediately looked at him, annoyed, her cheeks puffed.
"Master~, why?"
But before she could complain, Cassian flipped her over, leaving her beneath him.
Her cheeks immediately turned red at the closeness.
Xingyue began to laugh. "I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back for long."
"Don’t be arrogant, Xingyue." The woman’s clothes suddenly vanished.
The cold floor touched her skin, earning her a sharp cry.
"Angh! Are we going to do it so fast, Master? I would like to serve you first..."
Cassian lifted her from the cold stone floor; a luxurious bed appeared in the room.
With her wrapped around his waist and her breasts — though small, perfectly provocative — pressed against his face, he carried her there.
Once on the bed, the woman looked at him with softness and tenderness.
They had done this many times, but she always loved when her Master treated her with such care.
She knelt on the mattress, but without waiting for her Master to begin, she leaned toward him, pulling out his erect member, ready for her to enjoy.
She stuck out her tongue and brought it close to him, but before touching it, she glanced at Cassian with a mischievous smile, then suddenly took him whole into her mouth.
He sighed, grabbing her hair gently to set the pace. "You really have to stop spending time with Jinghua; she’s a bad influence."
She stopped for a moment to stare at him, confused. "Why do you say that, Master~?"
He shook his head and drew her head back to continue what she was doing.
With her blushing face, her long hair like night, and her intense celestial eyes with little sparkles that made them look like stars, the woman went back and forth, giving him oral pleasure.
Xingyue delighted in every movement, her tongue playing around the glans before sliding down the entire cock, leaving a wet trail that glistened in the light.
Her hands, small but firm, caressed the base while her cheeks hollowed with a strong suction.
"That’s it..." he murmured, his fingers tightening among the dark strands. "Not so fast, little star."
She obeyed immediately, slowing the pace and dedicating herself to licking with devotion, as if tasting the sweetest thing in the universe.
Her celestial eyes lifted to meet her Master’s, shining with a mix of submission and mischief.
Cassian felt it was enough; with a fluid movement, he gently pulled her hair to separate her.
"Come here," he ordered.
Xingyue licked her lips, swollen and reddened, before crawling toward him.
Cassian received her in his arms, laying her on the sheets and covering her body with his.
His hands roamed the smooth skin of her thighs, carefully parting them.
She moaned as she felt him pressing against her entrance, wet and eager.
"Master... I’ve missed you so much," she whispered against his lips, her hips lifting in supplication.
"I know," he replied, guiltily. "Now relax and let me mend the lost time."
Without any foreplay, since it wasn’t necessary considering Xingyue’s state, he sank into her with a slow but firm thrust, drawing a muffled cry of pleasure.
Xingyue reacted by starting to move toward him, seeking to set the pace herself. Their breathing became irregular, the sound of skin slapping mixed with broken moans.
"More... please, I want to feel you completely, Master," she begged, wrapping her legs around him.
Cassian didn’t wait; he quickened his thrusts, deepening the angle until she trembled, using his dual cultivation techniques learned long ago to make her lose herself in pleasure.
The room filled with a musky aroma, with the heat of their intertwined bodies, with Xingyue’s cries of pleasure and his restrained ones.
When Xingyue reached her climax, her entire being contracted around him, a liquid torrent of ecstasy that dragged Cassian along with it.
With his fingers, he stroked her back while she purred contentedly, her face hidden in the crook of his neck.
"See?" Xingyue purred with a sleepy, satisfied voice. "It was impossible to talk with so much pending."
Cassian let out a low laugh, squeezing her a little more.
"Maybe. Now we can talk."
But she began to close her eyes wearily, feeling the weight of all this time away from his side, fading little by little and sinking into a sweet sleep.
He looked at her helplessly, but didn’t utter another word, letting her rest peacefully.
...
In Demor, the elders’ meeting began to take place.
Those familiar faces we hadn’t heard from in a long time, and those of which, on the other hand, we were already growing tired, were there.
Lucius Demor, with an arrogant expression, contrasted sharply with Magnus Demor, whose face looked tired and lifeless in the face of his son’s fate.
He had always insisted that he shouldn’t be overconfident, that one’s own power was important; and now, paralyzed from falling for a woman’s skirt... The worst of the situation was that he had already expected something like this to happen, but he thought it would be Lucius who made the move.
A helpless sigh escaped his mouth, disappointed, but his gaze lifted because the main figure of this meeting had arrived.
Cassandra Demor had come, and with Princess Elara as her companion.
Lucius responded immediately, rising from his chair angrily and casting a look of absolute fury at the Transcendent, without any fear of what this might mean.
"What is the meaning of this, Cassandra? This is no place for any prince or princess."
"But it is for the new empress; tomorrow will be the coronation." She explained no more, going straight to the point and establishing what she wanted as in a tyranny.
But Lucius stopped his anger with a chilling calm, and began to laugh like a madman.
"It’s a shame... a real shame, Cassandra. I expected you to be smarter than this, especially remembering what happened a while ago."
The ancestor frowned and raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a threat?"
The air began to fill with a dense mana that made it hard for those present to breathe; Cassandra showed why she had the last word there. However, Lucius, though noticeably affected, still maintained his arrogance.
"You couldn’t improve anything in so much time, Cassandra."
"Says the one trapped in the ninth circle..."
"I may be trapped in this one, but you are trapped in your denial," he retorted. "I asked you to join me a long time ago, but you don’t listen to reason. This world is already history of the past; we must move toward the future."
As if those words had been the signal, the air in the room shattered and two figures made their appearance.